Page 45 of Deadly Sins

26Grant

SURE, I FUCKING FOLLOWED HER. Ksenya, Mia, whoever the fuck she was. If she was Ksenya, then maybe she was a typical dancer who saw me as nothing more than another client. Did she think I was dumb and wouldn’t know she was going to party with another guy? My fellow Teammate at that? Guys have been killed for lesser reasons.

She squirmed out of Mitch’s arms. “Grant!” She bit her nail, trying to cover her cleavage with her arms. She was wearing a corset and a fucking garter belt.

But if she was Mia, it would make sense for her to be here to investigate the dead stripper. Though Tiffany never worked here, Diamond was the hottest new gentlemen’s club, and many of the former Panthers girls had made their way here.

I wanted to call Ksenya out right now. All I knew was that this full bullshit scenario was giving me a headache. I didn’t know whether to beat Mitch or to thank him.

Mitch got up and shook my hand. “Sorry, man, I told you she was just a stripper.” His nose was running.

Fuck. He was doing blow again. He’d better not have given that shit to Ksenya.

Before I could respond to Mitch, the waitress brought a tray of drinks. Two whiskeys, and a rum and Coke.

A rum and Coke—Mia’s drink. Since I’d met Ksenya, she had only drunk vodka.

I fucking knew it. If I didn’t see it clear as fucking day earlier when faced with her brother, I saw it then.

How the fuck had she pulled this shit off? The Russian accent, the body, the face…the goddamned stripping! This chick was insane.

My stomach wrenched—I didn’t know if I should be pissed off or impressed.

I shook Mitch’s sweaty palm, my mind plotting my next plan of attack. My turn to play games. “It’s cool. I didn’t come here for her. Is Autumn around?”

My eyes darted toward Ksenya, who was struggling to pull on her dress. Her chin dipped to her chest, her posture slumped. Too bad. I was done falling for her bullshit.

“Yeah, I’ll get her.” Mitch slapped me on the shoulder before heading back into the main area of the club.

Jack put his slimy hand on Ksenya. “You’re hired, sweetie. Come by next weekend, and you can start.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jack.”

Mr. Jack? Hearing her call him that in her obnoxious, accent-laced baby voice put me over the edge.

Jack left the room.

Leaving Ksenya and me alone.

I stood my ground. She took her walk of shame and placed her hand on my shoulder. I shoved it off.

The wounded little look she gave me did nothing whatsoever to help her case. “Grant, I’m sorry. It is not what it looks like to be. Mitch told to me at party that he could get me job here. I know you got me job at bar, but I need more money. I was afraid to ask it to you, because I know you do not want for me to strip.”

She was lying. About what, I didn’t know yet. I steadied my breath. I would see this through until I outed her for who she really was, though I would continue to hide her identity from my Teammates. I’d work with her to exonerate Joaquín, and then send her the fuck out of my life forever. Getting rid of this chick couldn’t come a moment too soon.

“I don’t care what you do. I was trying to help you, but if you want to do blow and get naked with a bunch of my friends, be my guest. I don’t have time for a cock tease.”

I raised my head and glared into her eyes. Yup, her pupils were dilated.

Man, I’ll fucking kill Mitch when this is over.

Her fingers brushed up against me again, and I recoiled. “Take me home together with you. I promise I will not tease you.”

Don’t fall for it, Grant. She’s an actress. She’s playing you.

I pushed her off of me. “I don’t fuck junkies.”

She gave me a blank stare, and I turned away from her.