CHAPTER 26
VIKING
He had married a madwoman. Viking grabbed a bottle of scotch and slouched onto one of the plush couches at Flux. It would be a few hours before the club opened. The cleaning crew was already at work, the bartender was stocking up the bar, and a few dancer girls were traipsing around.
It had taken a good portion of the night to locate the new strippers who had almost been shot. Thankfully, Baran had gone after them to nip that clusterfuck in the bud. Of course, the asshole had been the reason why they’d been let inside in the first place, so the least he could do was make sure the girls would keep their traps shut. They knew not to go to the police. No one in their right mind would file a complaint against a Bratva wife, but he needed to make sure they wouldn’t go aroun
