Page 40 of Fallen Legacy

“I have to go,” Kayla announces. She leans over and kisses me on the cheek and then Vee. “This afternoon was fun. Next time you’re in the city, call me and we’ll have a girl’s night on the town.”

“I’d like that,” I reply, smiling. Okay, I was wrong about her, and I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. The girl is actually so genuine and lovely. However, it will be a good while before I’ll be going for a night on the town again. I’ll be busy with nappy changes and bottle feeds.

Kayla picks up her bag, and she hugs Seb, squeezes Rafe’s arm as she passes him, and then pulls Archer in for a hug. “And you, look after this one,” she says, looking over at me. “She’s a keeper.”

“I’m trying,” Archer admits with a sigh as he hugs her back. “Come on, I’ll walk you to the lift.”

ARCHER

Seb double checks the feed from the camera is working from inside the car. Scar looks the part in her blonde bobbed wig and coloured blue contacts that hide those big chocolate brown eyes of hers. He’ll definitely go for her tonight. She looks perfect. The tiny booty shorts hug her pert little arse, and the killer heels make it look like her legs go on forever, even though she is only five foot four.

“Okay, so you sure you’re up for this?” I ask her. I want her to know it’s not too late to back out now.

She dips her head and gives me a pointed glare. “We’ve been over this. I am doing the job. I will be fine. Just trust me.”

I flick a strand of her ash blonde wig. “I do trust you, Scar. It’s those perverted fuckers in there I don’t trust. One look at you and they’ll be salivating.”

Scar rolls her eyes at me. “If you say so.”

It annoys me sometimes that she doesn’t know how gorgeous she is. “I prefer the red hair,” I tell her with a grin. She rocks the blonde wig, but red is her colour. It makes those big expressive eyes stand out, and it highlights her flawless ivory skin. Fuck! It’s going to be hard to sit back and watch her do this. I was tough on her earlier when she showed me she could do a lap dance. Truth is, she killed it. I was practically salivating and panting when the song finished, and she dropped that barely there kiss on my cheek. She was seductive and innocent, and that is a deadly combination. One that most men would find hard to resist.

As far as the club knew, they had a new girl starting tonight named Lara. Their regulars would love that there was a new girl, and our target wouldn’t be able to resist her. The slimy fucker better keep his hands to himself, though. If not, then he’d feel the force of my fist. I hate that she’s doing this. I tried to stop it from happening. Vee was more than willing to take her place, but Scar, being Scar, wouldn’t back down.

“So, remember the USB drive will be in his inner right jacket pocket. It won’t be easy to take, but just make sure that he is so mesmerised by you he’s well and truly distracted,” Rafe explains to her.

That USB has vital information that will help the Aces secure some land in the city. That was our target tonight, to take the USB that Ron Griffin always carried on him. A paranoid MP of sixty, he carried it with him all the time. That would be his big mistake tonight.

Vee is faffing about with her lipstick, holding a small compact mirror in her hands. She wasn’t supposed to be a part of the job tonight, but I didn’t want Scarlet going in there alone. Vee will stand in for a bar worker that we have paid off handsomely to hand her notice in at the last minute. Conveniently, just thirty minutes before Vee rang them to see if they had any bar jobs going.

“Okay, time to go girls,” Rafe announces, checking his watch and ensuring we are keeping to schedule. The three of us will be holed up in here in a car park around the corner. One that we have made sure isn’t visible from any CCTV. Vee and Scar climb out of the car, and I want to grab her hand and tell her she isn’t doing the job, but I know Scar, and telling her I don’t want her doing it, will only make her more determined to prove that she can. I climb out of the car behind her and grab her hand, tugging her towards me.

“If anything goes wrong, we’ll be straight inside, I promise,” I assure her. I want her to know that we’re here for them both.

She nods her head. “I know that.”

I wrap my hand around the back of her neck and tug her face closer. “I hate that he gets to see you like this.”

She smiles up at me, “But you got to have me dance for you first. And besides, he can look, but he can’t touch. That’s the club rules, right?”

I bob my head. “He may try to ask if he can see you outside the club. Just politely say no thank you and exit to the changing rooms as quick as you can, okay?”

“Trust me, I know how to make a quick exit,” she replies, grinning at me and giving me a sexy little wink. “Now stop being a possessive arsehole and let me do my job.” She pushes her shoulders back and stands taller. It’s as if she’s slipping into character mode.

I stand there, arms folded, watching as she and Vee walk away from us and round the corner, out of sight. It is taking everything in me not to go after her, fling her over my shoulder and get her out of here.

“They’ll be fine,” Seb says, stepping up beside me and placing a hand on my shoulder. “You know she’s got this.”

I nod my head, still staring after where they left. “If he so much as touches her, I’ll kill him.” That’s a promise too, not a threat. Scar is mine. No one else gets to touch her.

Reluctantly, I climb back into the blacked-out vehicle and the three of us gather around the laptop to watch the camera feed. Both girls have cameras on them so that we can see what is happening from Vee’s view over at the bar. This is going to be a long agonising evening.

As it’s Scars first night at the club, she will do an introductory dance on stage for the whole clientele and then the punters will bid for a private dance with her. Ron would win. Our research shows that he has spent a small fortune in this club having lap dances from girls young enough to be his granddaughter. Griffin is a filthy fucking pervert.

We watch silently as they both enter the club and are met first by the bar manager and then by Big Mick, the owner. Vee is taken off to the bar area and big Mick takes Scar through to the back, towards the dressing rooms. Through the hidden camera on Scar, we can see as he leads her into a room where several young girls are dressing and doing their make-up. Big Mick introduces her to everyone and announces that her stage name will be Luscious Lara. The girls all greet her, some warmer than others, as they eye up the potential competition. From Vee’s camera we see our target arrive. He’s alone tonight. Some nights he brings along fellow MP Eric Dawson. The two have a penchant for young girls and we know they both have some involvements in sex trafficking. The aces have evidence that could take them both down, but instead they’ll use it as blackmail at some time in the future. For now, the Elders’ focus is on that memory stick and the vital information it holds that will further the society’s power and weight.

The time comes for Scar to do her showcase dance. She’s wearing a sexy pink satin bodice that displays those perfect tits of hers. Fuck, she looks edible right now. She takes the stage, and we watch her from Vee’s hidden camera. All the punters go quiet when she is introduced, all of them sitting up in their seats, eager for fresh young meat. I swallow in apprehension. What if she freezes? What if she loses her confidence? The music starts, and I watch enraptured as my girl absolutely owns that stage. She’s a fucking goddess up there. From Vee’s camera footage, I watch the reaction of the punters. They’re lapping her up. Practically salivating at the mouth for her. Ron devours her with his eyes and a predatory smirk graces his face. Oh, yes, he wants her, not that there was ever any doubt he would. I mean, look at her!

Her dance ends, and she’s met with deafening applause. We sit back and wait as she exits back into the dressing room and the bidding begins for the private lap dance from Luscious Lara. The bidding is fierce. Every punter in that room makes a bid for her. Ron remains silent, biding his time until he’s ready to strike and win the auction.

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