Page 19 of City of Salvation

Her red hair appeared even more unnatural under the LED lights.

I’d have remembered that color, right?

It wouldn’t have beenmyfirst hair color of choice, but what the hell did I know? Truly, I didn’t give a fuck what color her hair was—as long as it wasn’t blonde.

I winced at the thought of the blonde bombshell who had made me swear them all off. My irritation must have shown on my face because Jazzy ramped up the sway of her hips as she danced between my legs. I tried my damnedest to refocus on the practically naked woman in front of me, but there was no use.

Nikki is not going to be the cause of my blue balls again.

With renewed determination, the pad of my finger brushed along the string of the chick’s thong, pulling it back before letting it snap her skin. I opened my mouth to say oneof the usual pickup lines when the front pocket of my jeans vibrated.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

“Hold on, baby,” I said, reaching in to pull out my phone. “This is probably Gunner.”

Everyone else who’d need me was at this damn clubhouse, and they all knew if they wanted to talk they could walk their asses over here. Pretty sure every brother and prospect had seen my cock being sucked. It was basically a rite of passage at this point.

My brows furrowed in confusion at the name that popped up. Without a second thought, my thumb swiped across the screen. A foreign fluttering feeling entered my chest, but quickly plummeted when I read the texts.

Nikki (bombshell with the tasty pussy and killer throw):

Hey. I need you ASAP. Think someone is trying to take me.

Nikki (bombshell with the tasty pussy and killer throw):

I would’ve texted Ryan, but she’s not here, and you’re my only choice.

Nikki (bombshell with the tasty pussy and killer throw):

Warning. You won’t like where I am…

Everything in me went rigid at the last message. The noises all faded into the distance. Only the blood pounding in my ears was audible. Subconsciously, I knew Jazzy was saying something. Her plump lips were clearly moving, but I was laser-focused on the screen. My body seemed to reboot in seconds, and I practically leapt out of the leather bench,plowing over the woman between my legs. Normally, I’d have apologized and promised to make it up to her, but not when I was in this mode.

Me:

Nikki. WHAT. THE. FUCK. DOES. THAT. MEAN.

Three little dots appeared and disappeared several times before her message finally came through.

Nikki (bombshell with the tasty pussy and killer throw):

I’m at the Pretty Pussy or whatever the fuck the Reaper strip club is called. I need a ride, like, now.

A million questions swirled in my mind as I shot off another text, shoving anyone who didn’t move out of my way fast enough.

Me:

I’m on my way. Can you get out into the parking lot? Who’s trying to take you? Like, kidnap you?

The damn dots played with my emotions again, but all the color drained from my face when her text popped up.

Nikki (bombshell with the tasty pussy and killer throw):

Ugh. Probably not. I’m kind of stuck in a private dance room with an asshole…

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