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CHAPTER ONE

“Karson, she’s in a white dress, strawberry blonde, no tits Nice ass”

“Got her, sir”

Jay sat back on his chair, watching the sea of bodies part for Karson Even in a nightclub where ninety percent of the clientele were drunk off their asses—in addition to being high on coke, E, or whatever they could get their hands on—the throng moved for him

A latent survival instinct, Jay supposed

The elya sleek black suit and a barely visible earpiece Handsome in a traditional way Dark hair Sharp features Ice blue eyes

All of this shouldn’t have been threatening But the h even the highest of highs and the thickest of inebriations Karson had a history that Uncle Sam had either erased or had never written down in the first place A history that made him one of the most valuable members of Jay’s staff

This errand was above his pay grade, but Jay paid hih to complete the task without comment Beyond that, he didn’t want to fuck around with the club security, who spent far tooout the ass that Jay already considered his

Despite the fact that the club was absolute packed with beautiful women, women with technically better asses, tits and faces, this wo else Which was the entire reason why Jay had interrupted his plans for the night to send one of his best men on an errand for pussy

Such things weren’t unusual; he had needs and owned a club that attracted beautiful woet into bed with him, who obeyed commands and who he could dispose of without incident

They were easy No complications

Jay had enough complications in his life

But soht the woman’s hair, her ass and hoanted to beat the shit out his bouncer for just looking at her s were already complicated

I just wanted to dance

Sometimes I did this

Got all dressed up in a vintage Alaïa dress I found on eBay or a Halston Heritage juiven at a shoot, heels, hair, makeup—all of it No friends, and definitely no man of any kind