Page 2 of Tinsel & Chrome
Chaos
Striding into the clubhouse, he made his way to Sinner’s office and knocked.
“Enter,”
Sinner called out and he stepped inside.
“Hey, Prez. Got a minute?”
Chaos asked.
“Sure. What’s on your mind?”
Sinner replied.
“Indi’s been having an issue with some religious pricks protesting outside her club and harassing her patrons. I thought we could send some of the boys over to act as a buffer.”
“Say no more. I’ll set it up,”
Sinner replied.
“Thanks, Prez.”
That done, he headed back to his security company to get work done.
“Hey, boss man,”
Andrew, one of his employees, said as he entered.
“Wasn’t expecting you to come back here today.”
“Got shit to do,”
he replied and headed to his office.
First order of business, he went through his emails, several of which were requests for security work of one form or another. He delegated those to other members of his team. Being the boss meant he didn’t have to do the grunt work if he didn’t want to.
Then it was time to get updates from his team. He sent a quick text-Meeting in ten-and headed to the conference room to wait.
As his people entered, he nodded at them.
“All right everybody, report,”
he said once they were all sitting.
Each member of his team took turns filling him in on the various jobs they were working.
“I’m beginning to think my client fabricated the threat to her,”
Issac, one of the bodyguards, said.
“Why is that?”
Chaos asked.
“Because she is constantly hitting on me, just like she did with Wayne, and she won’t take any of the precautions I suggest.”
Chaos rubbed a hand over his face.
“Let’s switch things up. Ava, you’re on the Anderson case now. If the threat isn’t real, we’ll know soon enough. Anyone else having issues we need to sort out?”
Thankfully the answer was a resounding no.
“All right then. If there’s nothing else, let’s get back to work,”
he told them, and they all trickled away.
When it was time to head out, he was the last one in the office, so he locked up behind him and made his way home.
“Hey, Kitten,”
he said as he entered their home.
“Hey, Hotstuff. How were things at the office?”
Indi asked.
“Good. Had to switch Ava and Isaac on a case to test a theory, but things are running smoothly. I talked to Sinner. He’s gonna have a few guys at the club to protect your patrons from the protesters.”
“That’s awesome,”
she replied.
“Hopefully it’ll only take a couple days to deter the assholes.”
“Here’s hoping,”
he said and kissed her.
“Something smells good, Babe.”
“I have lasagna and garlic bread in the oven keeping warm,”
she replied.
“Let’s eat then. I’m hungry, and not just for food,”
he said and wagged his brows at her.
Indi laughed.
“You are such a horndog.”
“Only for you, Kitten,”
he countered. He wanted to keep her mind off the upcoming meeting at the adoption agency. He knew his woman, she would obsess over it if given a chance.
After dinner, he drove her to Club Elysium and nodded at the brothers hanging out front.
“I’ll be out in a few,”
he told them and led her inside.
“I’ll be outside with the boys if you need me, Kitten,”
he told her. A quick kiss and he was gone.
As customers began to arrive, so too did the protesters. But this time, they had opposition.
“Turn away from this den of iniquity! Repent your sins!”
Chaos approached the small group of men as they repeated the same spiel.
“You all must be gay,”
he said loudly enough for others to hear him. That made people waiting to get in look their way.
“How dare you! We are men of god!”
one of them countered.
“Nah, I think I’m right on the money. I mean, why else would a group of men oppose women dancing?”
“They’re all ungodly! They take their clothes off!”
Chaos laughed.
“You clearly have no clue what you’re talking about. There ain’t a single woman in Club Elysium who takes her clothes off. But hell, even if they did, there isn’t a single shameful thing about the human body. It’s actually a thing of beauty.”
“It’s sinful to dress so provocatively,”
the man countered.
“Oh, you wanna talk about sinful acts? What are your clothes made of? That shirt has more than one fabric, I’m betting. That’s sinful. What about shellfish? Do you consume it? That’s sinful. Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again. And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? Or how wilt thou say to thy brother, Let me pull out the mote out of thine eye; and, behold, a beam is in thine own eye? Thou hypocrite, first cast out the beam out of thine own eye; and then shalt thou see clearly to cast out the mote out of thy brother’s eye. Matthew 7: 1-5. All of you are judging others, that’s sinful. Need I go on?”
he questioned.
The guy sputtered and Chaos smirked.
“Here’s a little advice. The next time you decide you want to attack others while pretending to be ‘godly’, rethink it. Your deity doesn’t tell you to judge the actions of others. He calls on you to spread his word and what you’re doing here ain’t it. Run along now,”
he said and made a shooing motion.
He watched as the protesters left.
“I want you boys to stick around to make sure they don’t come back,”
he told the others, and went back inside.
Chaos watched as his woman tended the bar while one of her bartenders was on break. Fuck, he loved watching her work. He approached the bar and slid onto a barstool.
“Protesters are gone. At least for now,”
he told her when she set a beer in front of him.
“Hopefully, they don’t come back.”
“Thanks, Babe,”
she responded.
“Anything for you, Kitten.”
He tipped his beer bottle at her and turned around to watch the show in time to see Sophia Redding, Sinner’s long lost daughter, take the stage.
He tried to watch with an unbiased eye, and he had to admit Indi was right. Sophia was damn good. Still, Prez was going to flip his shit when he found out.