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“What am I supposed to do in the meantime?” Kaylie questions with her hip leaning against the desk. Her pussy is lined up with Capone’s knee.

My eyebrow raises and I smirk. I’m gonna give him shit about this. The man loves to give me shit about everything I have done and I can’t wait to return the favor. Fucking asshole.

“Make sure the girls don’t go in the back anymore. We’re gonna have a brother posted outside for the next couple of nights until we figure out who this asshole is,” I inform her.

She smiles. Glad to see she’s okay with the change. I know for a fact the other girls are going to be pissy about it.

Well, the ones that are wanting to fuck and have a good time are going to like it. A few of the dancers have been trying to get a brother to look at them twice. I hate to break it to them, but we don’t allow the brothers to date one of the girls that work in the club or the restaurant.

However, you can still fuck ‘em.

“You lead the way,” I mutter towards Capone as we walk out of the restaurant out to our bikes.

That man’s image is burned into my head and all I can think about is finding him and skinning him alive. How could he beat up Gina like that?

Gina’s no saint, but she’s one of the girls that is trying to work her way through college. She’s actually trying to be something more than some pole dancer.

I appreciate her for that.

Capone leads us to the projects in about ten minutes. We park our bikes and walk over to the building that houses Gina.

“Are you following me?” I hear from behind me.

I chuckle under my breath. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Maci.”

The woman who has been flittering through my mind over and over again is now in front of me. I fight the urge to reach out and grab her. I want to hold on to her.

Maci’s eyes widen as she looks me over and my eyes greedily look her over as well. She’s wearing some fancy looking pajama set with some fancy looking slippers. Who the fuck is she and why is she here? No girl that lives here looks like they are fresh from the spa.

“Are you following me?” She asks again, this time her voice is slightly raised.

Capone chuckles and leans against the mailboxes in the middle of the building.