After John's buddies disappeared into the back with the R&Ws, Xhex walked over to the kid for no good reason. He stiffened as he caught sight of her, but he always did that, just like he always watched her. When you were head of security, folks tended to want to know where you were.
"How you doing?" she asked.
He shrugged and fiddled with his Corona bottle. Bet he wished it had a label to pick off, she thought.
"Mind if I ask you something?"
His eyes popped a little, but he shrugged again.
"Why don't you ever go to the back with your boys?" It was, of course, none of her damned business, and what was more, she didn't know why she cared. But hell... maybe it was all the first-Tuesday-of-the-month shit. She was looking to get out of her own head.
"The girlies like you," she prompted. "I've seen them checking you out. And you look at them, but you always stay out here."
John Matthew flushed so deep she could see the red even in the dim light.
"You already tied up?" she murmured, even more curious. "The king pick you out a female?"
He shook his head.
Okay, she needed to leave him alone. The poor kid was a mute, so how did she expect him to answer her?
"I want my drink now!" The booming male voice cut through the music, and Xhex swiveled her head around. Two banquettes away, one of the big-daddy blowhard types was aggressing on a waitress, clearly on the express train to I'm-an-Ass-ville.
"Excuse me," Xhex said to John.
As the loudmouth reached out his bear claw and grabbed the waitress's skirt, the poor girl lost control of her tray and cocktails went flying. "I said, gimme my drink now!"
Xhex stepped up behind the waitress and steadied her. "Don't worry about it. He's leaving."
The man lumbered up out of his seat to a full height of about six-four. "Am I?"
Xhex stepped in close until they were breast-to-chest. She locked eyes on him, her symphath urges screaming to be let out, but she focused on the metal barbs she had clamped around her thighs. Taking strength from the pain she inflicted on herself, she fought off her nature.
"You will leave now," she said softly, "or I will drag you out of here by your hair."
The man had breath like a day-old tuna sandwich. "I hate dykes. You always think you're tougher than you really - "
Xhex grabbed the man's wrist, turned him in a little circle, and cranked his arm up to the middle of his back. Then she clipped her leg around his ankles and shoved him off balance. He landed like a side of beef, the wind getting knocked out of him on a curse, his body plowing into the short-napped carpet.
In a quick move, she bent down, buried one hand in his gelled-up hair, and locked the other on the collar of his suit jacket. As she dragged him face-first to the side exit, she was multitasking: creating a scene, committing both an assault and a battery, and running the risk of a brawl if his buddies in the Hall of Fucktards got involved. But you had to put on a show every once in a while. Every one of the entitled ass**les in the VIP section was watching, as were her bouncers, who were edgy characters to start with, and the working girls, most of whom had totally understandable anger-management issues.
To keep the peace, you had to get your hands dirty every once in a while.
And, considering all the hair product this bigmouth used, she was so going to need to wash up after this was over.
When she got to the side exit by the Brotherhood's table, she paused to open the door, but John got there first. Like a total gentleman, he swung the thing wide and held it that way with his long arm.
"Thanks," she said.
Out in the alley, she flipped the bigmouth ass**le over on his back and went through his pockets. As he lay there blinking like a fish in the bottom of a boat, the search was another infraction on her part. She had police powers on club property, but the alley was technically owned by the city of Caldwell. More to the point, though, the zip code of this hand job was irrelevant. The search would have been illegal, as she didn't have probable cause to believe he had drugs or concealed weapons.
According to the law, you couldn't frisk someone for just being a cocksucker.
Ah... but, see, this was where instinct paid off. In addition to his wallet, she found a nice load of coke on him, as well as three tabs of X. She dangled the cellophane bags in front of the man's eyes.
"I could have you arrested." She smiled as he started to stammer. "Yeah, yeah, not yours. Don't know how they got there. You're innocent as a two-year-old. But look up over that door."
When the guy didn't respond quickly enough, she clamped a hand on his jowls and pushed his face around.
"See that little red blinking eye? That's a security camera. So this shit..." She jogged the packets at the camera, then flipped open the wallet. ". . . this two grams of cocaine and three hits of Ecstasy that came out of the breast pocket of your suit, Mr... Robert Finlay... has been digitally recorded. Huh... check this out, you have two nice-looking kids. Bet they'd rather have breakfast with you tomorrow morning than eat with a babysitter because your wife is trying to spring you out of jail."
She put his wallet back in his suit and held on to the drugs. "The way I'd like to suggest we handle this is to go our separate ways. You don't ever come into my club again. And I don't send your dime-sized balls to jail. What do you say? Deal or no deal?"
As he pondered whether to take what the Banker offered or open another case, Xhex got to her feet and backed up a little so she had a clear kick shot if she needed it. She didn't think that shit was going to be necessary, though. People who were going to fight had tense bodies and sharp eyes. Bigmouth was loose as dishwater, clearly having run out of gas and ego.
"Go home," she said to him.
And he did.
As he lumbered off, Xhex put the drugs in her back pocket.
"You enjoy the show, John Matthew?" she said without turning around.
When she looked over her shoulder, her breath stopped in her throat. John's eyes were glowing in the darkness... as the kid stared at her with the kind of single-minded focus males got when they wanted sex. Hard-core sex.
Holy... shit. This was no little boy she was looking at.
Without being aware she was doing it, she reached into his mind with a lick of her symphath nature. He was thinking of... him on a bed in tangled sheets, his hand between his legs on a gigantic cock, his mind picturing her as he pumped himself off.
He'd done that a lot.
Xhex pivoted and walked over. When she came up to him, he didn't step back, and she wasn't surprised. In this raw instant, he was no awkward youngling to cut and run. He was all male animal, meeting her head-on.
Which was... oh, f**k her, it was not attractive. It. Really. Was. Not.
Shit.
As she looked up at him, she meant to tell him to go train those glowing blue marbles on the human women in the club and leave her out of it. She meant to say that she was beyond off-limits and to let his fantasy go. She meant to warn him off, as she had all others except for the hardened, half-dead Butch O'Neal before he'd become a Brother.
Instead, she said in a low tone, "Next time you think of me like that, say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better."
She let her shoulder brush across the front of his chest as she leaned to the side and opened the door to the club.
His harsh suck of breath lingered in her ear.
As she went back to work, she told herself her body was hot because of the effort she'd just expended dragging that dickhead out the door.
It had absolutely nothing to do with John Matthew.
As Xhex walked back into the club, John stood there like a frickin' idiot. Which made sense. Most of his blood had rushed from his brain to the arousal in his brand-new, old-looking A & F jeans. The rest of the shit was in his face.
Which meant his brain was running on empty.
How the hell did she know what he did when he thought of her?
One of the Moors who guarded Rehvenge's office came over. "You in or out of this door?"
John shuffled back to the banquette, downed his Corona in two swallows, and was glad when one of the waitresses came over with a freshie without his even asking.
Xhex had disappeared into the main part of the club, and he searched for her, trying to see through the waterfall that separated the VIPs from the others.
He didn't need his eyes to know where she was, though. He could sense her. In the midst of all the bodies in the club, he knew which one belonged to her. She was over by the bar.