Slade (The Protectors #6)

Jared grabbed from the other side of the bowl getting a handful. “Yeah, Sid, go make your own.”


Jill watched the play between the Warriors and the women, the loneliness seeping more deeply into her gut. Her eyes caught Jax who leaned against the wall, his eyes were on Caroline, doing the elevator routine, moving up and down her body, and by the look on his face, he really liked what he saw. Slowly, his eyes moved toward her as they narrowed and his lip turned up in a sneer. That look would scare most people and should scare the shit out of her, but she had just witnessed a more human side to Jax when he watched Caroline and was in awe. A small grin played on her lips, her eyes meeting his in a knowing stare.

Chapter 5

“Please tell me my Warriors are not watching what I think you’re watching,” Sloan’s voice boomed over the talk and loud television set. He walked closer and the closer he got, the more disbelief came over his face. “What in the fuck is wrong with you?” His eyes glared at each of them.

“You want an individual list or will just one generalized…” When Sloan’s eyes shot to Sid, Sid nodded. “Shutting the fuck up.”

“Shush!” Caroline turned toward the television with a frown.

“Did that woman just shush me?” Sloan’s eyes turned black.

“What’s up, boss?” Damon as well as the other Warriors blocked Sloan’s view of the television and the women.

Jill glanced over at the women, happy to see they were involved in the movie once again. Talk about balls… Caroline shushing Sloan demonstrated either a large set or just plain stupidity. After looking at each Warrior with his pissed-off glare, his eyes focused on her and she had a feeling things were about to get real.

“One of our informants contacted me last night.” Sloan glanced around to make sure the women were still occupied with the movie. “We may have just hit the jackpot on gaining valuable information from the Mayor’s right-hand man.”

“Let’s go.” Sid rubbed his hands together. “The quicker we stop the roundup of half-breeds, the quicker Duncan can relax.”

“I’m relaxed,” Duncan replied. “No one will touch her.” He looked toward Pam and the power of possessiveness in his stare let everyone know he meant exactly what he said. No one would touch Pam or their child.

“This is where it gets tricky.” Sloan’s eyes found Jill again. “This is going to fall on you, Jill. Are you up to it?”

“If she’s not, I’ll do it,” Steve jumped in, his eyes and tone eager. “I’m ready to go with this stuff.”

Sloan cocked an eyebrow at him. “You ready to strip in front of horny men?”

“What?” Steve’s eyes popped open, his excitement dimming.

“What?” Slade growled, eyes narrowed, his attitude turning dangerous.

“Excuse me?” Jill’s eyes found everyone looking at her; her dreams of becoming a Warrior vanished in front of her eyes.

Sloan ignored Steve and Slade, looking directly at Jill with no humor whatsoever in his gaze. “It seems the Mayor’s right-hand man has a thing for the ladies at the Master’s Gentlemen’s Club.”

“What does that have to do with me?” Jill frowned, breaking out in a cold sweat; she knew she had just asked a very stupid question, one she already knew the answer to.

“We need you on the inside,” Sloan replied, ignoring Slade shaking his head. “The informant has overheard this man on several occasions bragging to the women about things I’m sure the piece-of-shit Mayor would not be happy about. I want to know everything, and you’re the one who can find out.”

“What exactly will I be doing?” Jill asked after taking a deep, calming breath.

Sloan was quiet for a second before answering, never once breaking eye contact with her. “This is a gentlemen’s club, Jill.” He seemed to sense Slade’s barging in and pointed straight at him. “It is her choice,” he warned.

“She’s not even close to being ready for something like this,” Slade’s voice was loud and angry.

“Then she doesn’t belong here,” said Jax, who along with the rest of the Warriors, had been silent up until that point.

“You, shut the fuck up before I shut you up.” Slade pointed at Jax, taking one step toward him.