“Good. When will school start for her.”
“In the fall. The semester starts in August.”
“So, she will be wreaking havoc for five months then?”
My mother laughed. “It’s the summer Max. Your sister is entitled to live her own life. She is an adult.”
“Yeah, that’s what worries me.”
“She will behave.”
“Can I have that in a written guarantee?”
“No, you are just going to have to trust me.”
“Mom, you I trust, Mia…not so much.”
After spending some time with my Mom, I said goodbye and left, needing the time to gather my thoughts. Too much was happening, and my gut told me that everything was about to explode and fast. I’d learned early on not to get complacent that when I did, the bowels of hell opened and unleashed havoc on everything around me.
I needed some time to think clearly, to gather my thoughts. To form a plan of action.
So, I went to the only place I knew to do that.
Plus, they had alcohol.
The music was pounding as I backed my sled into the spot reserved just for me. People stood in line talking and smoking as they waited patiently to get into the club.
It was Friday night, and the club was packed.
One of our biggest moneymakers was Chaos’s club.
In the beginning, it was nothing more than a podunk titty bar, with skanks and whores to fill the entertainment, but after remodeling and an influx of cash, the club was turned into one of the hottest nightclubs in Purgatory. Yes, it was still a titty bar, but classier. Men and women now filled the rafters, just waiting for the club to take their cash.
The two men who guarded the door nodded as I walked past them. Girls were moving quickly around the tables, making sure the men and women seated had plenty to drink while watching the leading entertainment, as beautiful women twirled around three different poles throughout the large room. The balcony section looked packed with VIPs, as several parties were in full swing. Bouncers moved about the space making sure everyone was having a good time.
Walking past the bar, I nodded at Chaos, who was busy helping the two bartenders serve drinks. When I motioned towards the VIP section, he responded by holding up two fingers as I walked up the spiral staircase to the area reserved specifically for the Golden Skulls.
I had just sat down when a pretty brunette in a French maid outfit walked over, leaned towards me, giving me a clear view of her ample tits. “Reaper. What can I get you tonight?”
“Bring a bottle of scotch.”
She reached out, her hand moving softly up my leg. “Is that all?”
Grabbing her wrist, I halted her progress.
“Just the scotch,” I growled.
Leaving as quickly as she arrived, I surveyed the club.
Nothing.
The club did absolutely nothing for me. All the pretty and available pussy around me didn’t faze me. Nothing did anymore, except for a petite blonde with striking green eyes who called me Max.
I should have corrected her as soon as she started, but I didn’t. For some reason, I liked when she called me by my given name.
Made me feel human again.
Not the monster I’d become.