“He’s just checking out the scar tissue on my chest and shit. Geez, such a f**king worry wart,” she mumbles walking outta the chapel.

“Just say the words next time you pu**y ass bitch,” I scold myself aloud.

The only good thing about today is that some of the business I have to take care of is scoping out a location for the girls club. Shit may be on lockdown but that doesn’t mean I gotta stop planning our f**king lives. If my Angel wants a club, then she’s getting a club.

Before I head to the space that I want to look at for Angel, we head to a location that we believe is one of Snake’s locations based on a tip we received. All four of us hop off our bikes and make our way inside the warehouse. As we enter another door, a doorman tries to stop us, but he accepts a payoff instead. This makes me wonder where all this is going. We make our way inside the main part of the warehouse and peepshow rooms surround the area. Almost all the girls look cracked out. I tell Sniper to case the place. We can easily take this one of Snake’s businesses and aren’t leaving here until it’s ours.

Sniper comes back with a gun held to some dude’s head. “This is Snake’s manager,” he smirks.

“Ah… well. Snake’s little peep show manager, this place is closed; out you go,” I say as Sniper pistol-whips him and just like that, he’s out cold.

“Three security guards, two bartenders and thirteen working girls,” Shadow says from right behind me. Fuck if Angel isn’t right about that being the perfect name for him.

“Get rid of them,” I say as I start walking up to the peep show boxes and telling the perverts to get the f**k out.

I take turns knocking on each glass box with my gun, motioning for the girls to come out. Shadow, Sniper, and ZZ come back and let me know the club’s empty and the employees don’t actually seem all that concerned about what Snake might think. ZZ says that one of the guards says he hasn’t seen Snake in months, and shit’s falling apart anyway.

“Shadow, call Winter, Lana, Tatiana, Bom Bom, Creamy and even Berry. And have Winter call the f**king Doc. We’re gonna need all the help with these girls we can get. Have the prospects, Rob, and Hammer escort them here.”

Even though I’m shutting down another one of his money grabbers, I can’t be f**king happy because Snake’s girls look f**king horrific. I don’t know how in the hell this place was even bringing anything in.

“What’s your name sugar?” I ask a blond who looks the most alive.

She looks at me with glossed eyes. “Cunt, Whore, Bitch, Slut, Pussy, take your pick.”

Jesus!

“Your real name hunny,” I say.

“Storm,” she says with irritation.

“That’s not your real name.”

“It might as well be. My momma always used to say giving birth to me caused her all kinds of a shit storm. So there you have it.”

“Braxxon!” I hear Winter call out.

I turn to see them all piling into the room.

“What the f**k is this shit?” she cries out running to the girls. “Who the f**k did this to them?”

I don’t answer; her caring about these girls mesmerizes me. She doesn’t know jack shit about them. All she knows is how bruised and f**ked up they are; that’s all she cares about.

“Snake,” I finally say.

“I can’t wait to kill that motherfucker,” she growls as the Doc and his son come into the giant room.

“Never a dull moment with you, Braxxon,” Doc says as they get to work and I agree with him. Nothing is ever dull or quiet anymore, and it makes me feel fifty instead of f**king thirty.

I send a text to Max to bring fifty grand to our location to pay the Doc and his son, and to get these girls to safety.

The realtor calls me, pissed that I’m running late. Well he’s gonna regret talking to me like that when I f**king get there. I excuse myself and only take Shadow with me, leaving the rest behind to clean up this cluster f**k of a mess.

When we get to the space where the girls’ potential club will be, the realtor immediately recognizes us and apologizes profusely, which is enough for now because I’ll get this place for below market value. It’s gonna be the clubs gift to the girls for the mess we’ve made outta their lives. It’s also a way to keep them in our lives. The space is perfect and I make an offer which dickface obviously takes.

The Doc and his son patch up all the girls and his son leaves to go purchase bus tickets with some of the money Max has brought us. Three of the girls don’t have anywhere else to go and one of those three is a girl named Storm. I noticed she was the only one not as drugged as the rest of them. I feel bad and I can’t think of anything to do other than let them stay with us for a little while so they can get back on their feet.

“It wasn’t just a peep show club you know,” Storm mumbles. “If they paid enough, they got to take us in the back; nothing was off limits.”

I grip the holster on my shoulder and silently ask for the day that I get to ram my gun down the back of Snake’s throat to come quickly.

“I’m taking Piper, Haley, and Storm home with me,” Lana says seriously as she walks up to me. “If they clean up nicely and everything checks out with the Doc, I’m hiring them at the club. It’ll help get them back on their feet. I’ve already talked it over with Piper and Haley.”

That’s a generous idea. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it. I smile letting her know that I think it’s a brilliant idea.