Protecting You (The Boston irkpatricks #1) (7 page)

I really wanted to say not long enough. “Yes, it has been. What brings you in tonight?”

“Billy invited me and I wanted to check out these fine women I hear so much about.”

“Well, have fun and enjoy yourselves. Mike, give them a round on me.”

“Thanks. Brendan. It was nice to see you.”

“Yeah, you too,” I lied.

I’m going to kill Billy. Why would he invite that asshole into my club? I needed to find him, but he was nowhere in sight. Joella was backstage getting ready to go on stage; hopefully she had her eye on him. I made my way to the table I had reserved in front for me. My best friend Patrick was meeting me here tonight. We went all through school
together and beyond. I was his best man in his wedding a few years ago. There he goes.

“What’s up?” I said, shaking his hand and patting his back.

“Nothing much.”

“I miss you man. I don’t get to see you much, since you’re married.”

“Yeah, I know. Leslie wants to have a baby, so we’ve been trying,” Pat said.

“That’s great news. I’m happy to hear it.”

“What have you been up to?” he asked me. I noticed him looking over at the bar. “What’s Carmen Fenner doing here?”

“That’s what I want to know. Apparently, Billy invited him.”

“Two dicks if you ask me. I’d watch them both.”

“I’m with you on that.”

When I see Billy he is going to get an ear beating, or maybe a physical one depending on how bad he pisses me off.

The show was about to start. My heart was beating so fast. I had no idea what Joella had planned. The lights went out and DJ Discharge’s voice came on the speaker.

“Welcome to Hush Nightclub where our entertainment is your ultimate fantasy. We have a great show for you tonight. Sit back, relax and enjoy. First up, we have a new dancer in the house tonight. Let’s make her feel welcome. Twisted Teaser!” he announced.

I laughed uncontrollably knowing she picked that name because of me. I was a little hard on her this morning and it wasn’t fair to her. I’m just under so much stress. The music started playing. It was a beat. What the
fuck
were they saying in the song?
Oh My Gawd
. The song was saying
I want to see your peacock...cock...cock
... I started choking on my beer. I put it down on the table.

The curtain opened and a vision appeared before me. She was dressed in a bright pink bra and thong set underneath a sheer black robe. She had on very high black stilettos. My heart dropped. The music continued to play. “
Come on baby, let me see what you’re hiding underneath
.” She walked forward and opened her arms. She teased the crowd and had their attention. She was making motions to them: Should she remove the robe or leave it on?

My fucking mouth was hanging open. I went to grab my beer and spilled it on the table. I was a mess. She tore off her robe, winked and threw it at me.

Patrick slapped me in the shoulder. “I think she wants you,” he said.

“I doubt it.” He had no idea.

She was playing the part of a teaser. She was making me nuts. I wanted to pull her off the stage and take her right there. I didn’t care who was watching. My fucking heart stopped right then and there. She put her hand on her panties and ran her fingers all the way up to her mouth and licked her finger. Then she was grinding up and down on the pole. My cock was so hard. I could probably hit her with it on the stage. She pulled her bra strap down on one side and then the other. This was bittersweet for me. I wanted to see her breasts, but not like this. I felt horrible for her.

She pulled off her bra and
oh my fucking
Gawd
, she was perfect and
hawt
. I needed her tonight. All the guys in the place were screaming obscenities at her and gawking at her body. She was pushing her boobs together and dancing in front of them. Of course they weren’t allowed to touch her while she was on stage. I noticed she started acting weird. She was looking in a specific direction and then she was moving her head because they obviously were moving. I looked in that direction and Billy and Roxy were in the corner. It looked like they were arguing. I’m not sure what she saw, but she walked over to the stage in front of me and was pointing at me. She was coming down the steps at me. This was a bad idea, especially with her half naked. She jumped on my lap and straddled it. She started giving me a lap dance. Holy fucking hell, I couldn’t think clearly.

She whispered in my ear, “Billy’s up to something. He’s acting very weird. Watch him in case I can’t. My time is almost up and I have to go in the back and get dressed.”

Meanwhile, as she was speaking, her boobs were rubbing up against my chest and I was dying. If we had no clothes on, she would be riding my cock, that’s how hard she was grinding on me.

“You could have waited until you had clothes on to tell me. I’m about to come in my pants.”

“I thought I’d
tease
you some more,” she said sarcastically.

“You’re going to pay later, I promise,” I said with a smile on my face.

She rose from my lap and went back on stage. She danced some more and finished her act. DJ Discharge came back on. “Ok guys, wow… she is
hot
! Next up we have the sweet Candy Cane.”

When Candy came on stage and started her routine, I decided to go look for Billy. I told Patrick I would be right back.

“Uh-huh. I bet you need to cool off,” he joked.

I found Billy still in the corner with Roxy. I walked right up to him. He looked fucked up.

“Roxy, can you excuse us for a moment?”

“Sure, hot thing, whatever you want.” She reached over and pulled me to her by my shirt and put her hand on my face. “I can make you feel so much better than that nasty hoe, Tiffany. I’ll take you up to a room and
show you what you’re missing,” she promised.

Now, I would never get with this woman in a million years, but I have the worst luck in the world. Joella walked toward us just as Roxy was touching me and it looked like we were in a moment. I knew she started questioning me in her head just by the look on her face. I would have to explain later, I tried to give her a look, but there were too many people around.

I pushed Roxy’s hand away. “Roxy, I’m not interested. Drop it. Billy, in my office now!” He followed me and she went a different way. I looked back at Joella and saw her standing there with her arms folded watching everything take place.

I slammed my door shut. “Billy, what the fuck is
Fenner doing in my club? He said you invited him.”

Billy was slurring his words. He reeked of alcohol and I don’t know what else.

“I saw him on the Ave and gave him flyers. That was it.”

“Dude, you’re my blood. You better not be lying to me.”

“I love you man. I wouldn’t do that,” he said, with drool coming out of his mouth.

“You need to go home. I’m going to have Patrick drive you. I’m
gonna close early tonight.”

“No, no. we need to make money.”

“You can’t even see straight.”

“I’m good.”

“You’re not good. You’re going home. Stay here. I’m getting Patrick.”

I needed someone to drive this jackass home. I couldn’t do it because I had to stay here and closes the club. I didn’t want Joella to do it because I didn’t trust Billy alone with her, especially in his condition.

Patrick was still watching the show when I returned.

“Pat, come in my office for a minute.”

“Okay,” he said, following me.

Billy was passed out when we got back. “Wake up asshole,” I said whacking my hand across his head.

“Come on!” Billy yelled.

“Can you drive him home, Pat? He’s wasted. I can’t leave the club.”

“Yeah, let’s get the loser in my car.”

“Fuck you, Mulligan,” Billy mumbled.

“Yeah okay,” Patrick laughed. And then we both started laughing at this piece of shit.

When Billy was gone, I felt some relief and less stressed, that was until I saw Carmen still sitting in my club.

“Where’s Billy at?” he asked.

“He went home.” What the fuck does he want with Billy?

“I saw him stumbling, probably the best decision. Some people never change.”

“I hear
ya on that one. I have to go.”

“I wanted to ask you about that Tiffany girl. Can you hook me up with her or set me up with her in a room? I’ll pay whatever.”

This dude must be smoking crack if he thinks I’m letting him anywhere near Joella.

“I’m closing early tonight. I’m short-handed, maybe another time.”

“Okay,” he said smiling. “I’m going to have her.”

I’m going to kill this fucking guy. I need to remain calm and just make it home tonight without going to prison.

“Okay. I gotta go see the DJ.” He was watching me walk away, but then I saw him spot Joella. This couldn’t be good.

“Hey Discharge, make an announcement that we are closing in fifteen minutes.”

“You got it.”

I made my way to Joella to save her from the scum of the earth.

Chapter Eleven

Joella

I have been watching this guy all night, now he is coming toward me. I have no idea who he is.

“Hey, sexy lady.”

Oh, dear God. He couldn’t do better than that?

“Can I help you?” I said with an attitude.

“I think you’re very attractive. I’d like to take you home with me. Are you down with that?”

Is this guy nuts? He clearly wasn’t right in the head.

“I don’t know you, plus I’m already spoken for.”

“Can I take you to a private room and have you dance for me? I really enjoyed your show.”

Just as I was about to answer, the DJ came on the speaker and said the club was closing early. What a relief. Maybe this guy would give up. Brendan was on his way over.

“Maybe another time. We’re about to close and I’m getting ready to leave.”

“Is everything okay over here,” Brendan asked.

“It’s great, right? I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“It’s Carmen.”

“Great, Carmen,” I said smiling.

“I’ll be back to take you up on your offer,” Carmen said.

“Looking forward to it,” I said to him. I totally was not looking forward to it, but I could use it to my advantage to possibly get information.

Brendan’s face was turning different shades of red. I knew he was upset. I didn’t trust this guy, but I had the feeling that Brendan didn’t either.

“Come on, Fenner. I’ll show you out. I’m closing.”

“Brendan, you’re on edge, unlike the previous owner. He was more
easy going.”

Previous owner? What the hell did that mean? Brendan didn’t look too happy with that statement.

“Yeah, well we’re two different people,” Brendan said.

I was making mental notes all day and adding some to my phone whenever possible. I needed to ask Brendan about the previous owner. I never even knew there would have been one.

While Brendan locked up, I checked my emails. There was one from the captain asking how I was. I replied back telling him that I was okay and I would have some kind of preliminary report for him by the end of the week.

“I’m back,” Brendan said.

“Okay. I’m ready to get out of here.”

“Once the bartenders are done cleaning up and the DJ leaves, I’ll close my office up and we can go home.”

About an hour later, everyone was gone. I locked the door behind Mike. Brendan was in his office. I tapped on the door. It was open halfway.

“Come in,” he said.

I pushed the door open and was surprised to see him with his hands in his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s been a long day.”

“You’re telling me!”

“There are some things that I need to tell you,” Brendan said, with a look of concern on his face.

“Do you want to tell me now or at home?”

“Let’s go home. I had enough of this place today.”

He looked so distant, like he had a lot on his mind. He wasn’t being his usual perverted self. I needed to find out what was going on.

The car ride home was taking forever. I just wanted to get in my pajamas and relax.

When we arrived home, I immediately showered. I put on my oversized Phillies t-shirt and cheerleader shorts to match.
Brendan was sitting on the sofa when I came down.

“Feel better?” he asked.

“Yes, completely. I’m going to make tea, you want some?”

“I think I’ll take a beer. There’s some wine in there too.”

“You know what, that sounds good. I think I’ll have a glass.”

I brought the beer to Brendan and set my glass of wine on the coffee table.

“Do you want me to take notes? I’m going to have to document this information if it going to help me with this case.”

“Sure, that’s fine.”

“Brendan, talk to me,” I said, grabbing his hand. “If something’s bothering you, I need to know what it is.”

“I’m upset about what Carmen said.”

“About the previous owner?”

“Yes.”

“I thought you were the only owner.”

“No, there was someone before me.”

He had this sadness about him. I couldn’t pinpoint it. I just wanted to hug him. He wanted to speak, but he was hurting.

“Who was it?” I asked.

“It was my brother Connor. He passed away.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother. What happened?”

“He overdosed on pills.”

“Oh Brendan, I’m so sorry.”

“He had a gambling addiction. It started getting really bad. He was going to lose the club, or so he said. He came to me for money. I told him I would give him the money the next day. I wanted to look into the status of the club. I didn’t trust him with the money because of his habit. He wanted $100,000. For whatever reason, he needed it. He couldn’t wait. He took his life that night with a bottle of pills.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Yeah, well I blamed myself for a long time. If I would have given him the money when he asked for it, he may still be here.”

“Brendan, you don’t know that for sure.”

“After the funeral and everything, I found out he was losing the business, so I paid off the mortgage and remodeled the place. I made it drug free. I mean can you see why I’m anti-drugs? I do believe that he needed that money for something else. I just can’t find out why.”

I cannot believe what this poor guy has had to endure. “You can’t blame yourself.”

“He passed away during my divorce to Jessica. I was a mess, emotionally. I kept Billy at the club to run it. I couldn’t handle it at the time. He is my cousin and he and Connor were inseparable. Connor would have wanted me to keep him there. This is why I can’t fire him. I feel an obligation to my brother and I’d rather have the police handle it. I also think Billy knows a whole lot more about Connor’s situation, but I can’t question him.”

“Now I see why you didn’t fire Billy. I was wondering why you didn’t fire Billy, but it’s
because you’re carrying around all this guilt.”

“Yep, I would never even own a club like this. It’s not me. When Carmen said about me and the previous owner being different, it hit me in the heart because he’s right. I played sports and went to college. Connor stayed in the streets. He bought that club with a gambling win. He was so proud of it. He put everything he had into it.”

He slammed his beer down on the table. “I miss him every day. I can never bring him back. I want to close the club down every day, but I have an obligation to him. The only thing I can do is take out the trash.”

“That’s why I’m here, to take out the trash,” I said. At least that got a laugh out of him. I saw a lot of things go down at the club today, but I don’t want to bring it to his attention just yet. I need to do a little more research. Billy is definitely up to something and has a drug problem himself. I need to look into him, Connor and also that guy Carmen at the bar. Something about him is off. I really need my home office and my board. I am going to have to set up shop in my room upstairs.

“What’s on tomorrow’s agenda?” I asked

“The club opens at six, so we don’t have to be there until five-thirty. We also need to go buy you a new car.”

“For what reason? I have a car.”

“I don’t want your car to be traced. You need to drive to the club yourself so no one suspects anything due to me driving you back and forth to the club.”

“So, it’s a rental?”

“No, I’m buying you a car.”

“No, you’re not,” I argued.

“Yes, I am,” he insisted.

I was not letting him buy me a car. What was next, a house?”

“I need to work in my room all day tomorrow.”

“Do you need an office?”

“Well, I’ve been banned from mine.”

“There is an empty room on the third floor you can use. I’ll order office furniture. You can use that as your office.”

“Brendan, there is no need to order office furniture or buy me a car. I’ll be leaving soon.”

“Not if I can help it,” he said planting a kiss on my mouth.

His lips caressed my lips. He sucked and bit down on my lower lip breaking the kiss. He
lifted my t-shirt above my head and threw it on the floor.

“You’re fucking boobs are perfect and I want them in my mouth now,” he said, as he pulled my bra straps down. “I can finally touch them. Earlier when you were dancing on me, I just wanted to take your nipple in my mouth.”

He took my bra off and exposed my bare breasts. I couldn’t stop him. A part of me wanted him so badly… that part was in control right now. He brushed his mouth over my neck and ear leaving trails of kisses as he took hold of both breasts in his large hands. They were so cold from the beer bottle. He lowered his mouth to my erected nipples. He was teasing them with his tongue alternating between both. He has me so hot.

“Brendan, you turn me the fuck on.”

“I’m just getting started, Hawt Stuff.”

“Your accent drives me crazy.”

He ripped off his shirt and pants. He was now in his boxers and I can see his cock sticking straight ahead trying to peak out. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was allowing him to seduce me. I actually wanted more. I haven’t been with anyone in five years. My body was ready to be ravished.

“I’m hungry for you,” he said pulling off my shorts.

I am lying here almost fully naked. He laid his body over mine. His dick is rubbing against my panties. He is so enormous. I could feel the thickness through the thin layer. He’s kissing me again and this time it is rougher because we are both getting heated up. We both fucking want each other.

He’s grinding his dick harder and harder. I feel like my panties are going to rip apart. He was whispering in my ear at the same time which was making my clit contract as he was saying the words.

“You’re so wet. I want to eat you, then, I want to slide my dick inside of you. Does that sound good to you,
gawgeous
?”

He could do whatever the hell he wanted to do to me right now. I wasn’t stopping him. I wanted him inside of me like crazy. I was seconds away from begging.

“That sounds incredible.”

He lowered his mouth down south to my panty line and grabbed my panties with his teeth. He pulled them down and off.

“You won’t need them. Your kitty cat’s calling my name.”

Oh fuck, he was like a bear ready to maul my poor little kitty apart.

“Come with me,” he said, grabbing his beer.

What the fuck is that all about? I’m so horny. I can’t even move right now.

“We are going into the kitchen.”

“Um,” I said.

He lifted me up and sat me on the counter. It was so cold and I had no clothes on.

“Move over and sit on the edge of the sink.”

“Are you nuts? Oh, that’s a dumb question.”

“I fantasized about eating you like this yesterday and that’s how I want you.”

“I think I just came already,” I said joking.

He told me to lean back and hold on to the sides of the sink. Really? This is insane. I can’t believe what he just did. He poured the bottle of beer down below and let it run into the sink. Oh my God, I’m seeing stars right now. His tongue is plunging in and out of me. Then he stopped. Oh no, he couldn’t stop now. He stood and came up to my face. I love when he whispers in my ear. It’s so damn erotic.

“Your pussy makes me drunk. I have wanted to say that to you all day.” Then he went back down and devoured me.

He really knew how to eat a girl out. His tongue twirled around my clit then up and down so hard until I started feeling a burning sensation that started on my clit and made its way through my whole body. He was giving me the orgasm of a lifetime. My feet tightened up and I started screaming. The stuff that is coming out of my mouth shocked the shit out of me.

“Brendan…… I want you to fuck me and never stop. Take me up to your bedroom and never let me out.”

What the fuck was I saying? Clearly, I was not in my right frame of mind. I was disoriented. Was I the one sucking down the
beer? My body was starting to slow down, but my heart was racing and my breathing was heavy. He moved his mouth away.

“You tasted so good,” he said, lifting me off the sink. “Come here.” He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. “I’m not done with you.”

“I hope not. Do you have any more places that have to do with me and your fantasies?”

“Oh, you have no idea. Come on let’s go to my bedroom so I can lock you in there and never let you out.”

Oh, my God, I’m so mortified, but I was getting goose bumps at just the thought.