DANTE
When we arrive at the run-down building, I decide there is no better time than now to check in on the staff.
“Check with the bartender and see how everything is going. Let them know we will bring someone in soon,” I tell Aleksei as I check my phone, my finger hovering over the camera app. Watching her isn’t going to sedate my need or help matters. I need to f**k someone, someone who can
handle a hard pounding. God knows if I f****d Serena the way I want to, she would break in half beneath me.
Aleksei nods, acknowledging what I’ve asked him to do, and we walk in together, the two guards who usually man the doors aren’t in place, which angers me. Walking inside, I survey the bar; there are a few patrons in it, and the stage has a couple men sat eye-balling the dancing chick. Music
