Karl
That evening, Jassy and I headed in through the backdoor of Club Hellfire. I feigned politeness, but it was really only so I could keep my eyes on her. Sure, she'd ridden on the back of my bike, but making a move on me in that situation would have been a losing proposition for her.
Nothing quite like killing the rider when you were stuck on the back.
The club was barely empty as we stepped into it, mostly just staff running around taking care of the incidentals, and we skirted the main area so I wouldn't get grabbed for any questions or “Hey boss!” interruptions. The place wouldn't really start bumping for more than another hour.
“Y'all get busy in here, don't you?” Jassy asked from beside me as I led her up the stairs to the clubhouse.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “We move 'em through, alr
