She’d touched base with the other two members of the Bolt she’d recruited to keep an eye on things, but they’d had nothing for her outside of what she’d seen herself last night.
And that day Sixx had to do firm work during the day, so she wasn’t free to follow Beardsley around everywhere. Therefore she’d contacted Sylvie and Tucker, and they had work, but Tucker said he could get free in the late afternoon, try to hunt Beardsley down, and if he found him, watch him.
If Beardsley was meeting with clients, maybe Tucker would see him.
And maybe Tucker had seen him.
“Definitely,” she answered.
“Got good news,” he shared.
Fabulous.
“What’s that?”
“Saw some money exchange hands between your guy and another guy. Got pictures. I’m gonna text them to you after this call. I wanted to get into his pad, but I couldn’t hit it and keep a tail on him. Can’t do it tonight either. Family time.”
“Right, no problem. And fantastic about the pictures.”
“You see the guy in them tonight with a girl, that’s two-plus-two and it equals pimp,” he said. “It could be a drug buy, but it was only cash handed over, no product.”
So hopefully, it was about a girl.
“Brilliant,” Sixx replied.
“You able to hack into his machine?” he asked.
“No. My guess is he turns it off when he’s not using it, and I haven’t had the time to keep trying.”
“If he keeps a schedule of this shit and he’s smart, he’d keep that offline anyway,” Tucker said. “But if this guy in the picture doesn’t come in tonight, I’ll try to squeeze a break and enter in tomorrow and see what I can find.”
“If I have the chance to hit that before you, I’ll let you know. Keep me in your loop.”
“Will do. Gotta go. I’ll send the pix. Later,” Tucker said.
“Later, and thanks, Tucker.”
“Pleasure.”
He disconnected.
Minutes later, she heard a beep that said she had a text. Stopped at a stoplight, she grabbed her phone and studied the five pictures Tucker sent, expanding them so she could get a good recall of the face of the man meeting with Beardsley.
She was ten minutes away from the Bolt when another call came in.
The number was local, but unknown.
She hit the button to connect anyway.
“Sixx,” she greeted.
“Hey, Mistress girl,” D’s baritone filled her cab.
“Hey,” she returned, finding herself smiling, probably because this guy was solid, he was funny, he was full of personality, he treated his sub like gold and he didn’t like women getting fucked over. “How did last night go?”
“Woman, it sucks part of me hopes you don’t get the goods on your man tonight so you can see our act reach fruition. Last night was off the chain. Mad is moving like a caged tiger, he’s so ready to get down to business. And Molly’s super-pumped you’re going to be here tonight. She thinks playing for you as an audience is where it’s at. Love my girl, so I take no offense I did all the work and my babe gives me zero credit.”
Through her continuing smile, Sixx replied, “I very much appreciated all your efforts, D.”
“Word,” he grunted. “We’re here. Mad is getting drinks. What you want?” he asked.
“Do they have martini glasses?” she asked back.
“Fuck knows,” he replied. “I drink beer. Maddox drinks beer. And when Mol’s feelin’ fancy, she drinks strawberry daiquiris and shit.”
She laughed, not finding any of that a surprise.
“Gin martini, dry with olives.”
“Classed-up Mistress. I dig. We’ll be at our table. See you soon for fun and games.”
With that, he was gone.
And Sixx drove the rest of the way also feeling it slightly sucked that she’d have to have eyes everywhere, and not just on whatever show Maddox was intent to give that night.
It was more.
Stellan wasn’t with her, and that definitely sucked.
Therefore Sixx decided, if this went on further than that night, she was going to let him in on it.
She wasn’t sure it was prudent to have him around when she was working. But it was high time he knew what she was doing, precisely where she was doing it, and to give him the choice if he wanted to be in attendance for some of the action or not. He could definitely take care of himself in the unlikely event he’d have to. She wasn’t going to invite him to hang with her every time she was out on a job. But this had to do with the part of their lives that brought them together.
This was different.
She parked in the Bolt’s parking lot, and it was relatively early for the scene, just before nine at night, but it was already filling up.
She hit the reception desk, paid for her guest pass, and since her background check was on file and current, like the night before, she got through the process quickly.
She headed into the club, lights flashing, music blaring, and up the steps to see the trio seated at the table where they’d played last night.
Before moving their way, she took a long pause to check the dancefloor, the platform, the bars, to see if she could spot the man in the pictures, the dude who got turned off the night before or any of the girls.
No going.
Though Beardsley was stationed at his table with a woman between his legs.
God, she’d said not word one to the man, and she wanted to hand him his ass.
She did another scan before she headed to the Shiny Happy Ménage à Trois Tribe.
Sixx had marginally known the men prior to last night, but she had connected more fully with Molly at the Bolt because she was sweet, outgoing and a chatterbox.
However, walking up to them, for the first time, she fully took them in.
As noted, Diesel and Maddox were large. Maddox more compact, and shorter, but he was definitely burly. At maybe two or three inches taller than Maddox, Diesel’s muscle could only be described as hulking.
Maddox had pitch-black hair, thick and wavy, onyx eyes, olive skin, a defined body liberally furred, including a thick bush around his cock that was impressive. He’d had pitch stubble last night but clearly he’d not only been gifted with significantly endowed man parts, he also had more than his fair share of testosterone in those big balls of his because today that stubble could better be described as a full beard.
Diesel had sandy-brown hair, longish and appealingly messy, and blue eyes under thick red-brown eyebrows. He was also stubbly, but not by much, and when she’d seen him naked in scenes before, she’d noted he had russet scatterings of body hair at chest, legs and forearms.
It wasn’t a shocker why Holly liked playing pixie. She was petite, slender, but long-legged, and had a wild mane of auburn hair that went nearly down to her waist at the back in curls and waves that were layered and dipped to the middle in a V, probably to keep the weight manageable.
And tonight, as she approached, Sixx noted that the warlord theme was gone.
Maddox was wearing a black, short-sleeved Henley that, when Sixx got close, she saw since his free arm was thrown wide around the back of a chair, he actually had to snip at the inside seams of the sleeves so it didn’t cut off his circulation at his bulky biceps. He’d paired this with a thick, black belt with a low-hanging end strap, faded jeans and motorcycle boots.
Diesel was in a lightweight, white, long-sleeve shirt, untucked, also faded jeans with the addition of what looked like natural fraying from age at the thighs and knees and brown cowboy boots.
Molly looked adorable in a very low cut denim dress, with that cut going all the way down to a high waist that led to a flouncy, full, but short skirt. The dress was held up by denim cords that went through loops at the tips of the bodice and over her shoulders. Her hair was piled high in a messy bunch on her head with lots of tendrils floating around her neck and chest.
And as she sat on a chair between her men, leaned into Maddox with his arm around her shoulders, her legs lifted and draped over Diesel’s thigh, she looked alarmingly spaced out.
“Is Molly okay?” Sixx asked when she stopped at the group.