Suzie's head was
still spinning from the fast departure from Lexington to Buffalo.
Now that she had arrived in Buffalo, they were heading into
Mc's apartment above his bar. She was surprised to learn that
he hadn't sold the business. Suzie thought that he had sold
or walked away from his life up in New York but, obviously
he hadn't. She walked around the apartment or penthouse, as
she would deem it. It was lavish and lush, nothing like she
had expected. The décor was sleek and modern. The furnishings
were done in metals, leather, stone, and wood. "I'm impressed."
"So, do you like the Inferno?" Mc poured her a glass
Suzie glanced around the stainless steel kitchen with granite
counter tops. Running her finger along the flat surface, she
smiled. The countertop was very familiar.
Inferno," Mc laughed. "Everyone calls this place
by that name. Except Bron, she calls it hell. I call it home."
call it hell, some days she doesn't like you much. She resents
the way you have changed. It was easier to hate you when you
were the bad guy." Suzie clinked her wine glass with
his, "This kitchen looks very familiar." She had
no second thoughts about having a glass of wine, her doctor
had told her that it would be good for her, especially red
she designed this one as well. Come on, I'll show you around."
Mc grabbed her elbow and showed Suzie two more bedrooms, a
gorgeous Chinese inspired dining room. Suzie couldn't miss
the abundance of art work scattered all around the apartment.
Statues, paintings, and sculptures filled each room. One common
theme was present, women in various states of undress, mostly
nude. She tried not to smirk. Calling back on her days in
Fine Arts in college, she recognized some of the sculptures
and paintings. Erotic art, as well as, works from the Masters
had been strategically placed to make you want to take more
than a passing glance.
"I like women,"
Mc smiled, "usually undressed."
"Ahh, I can
see that," Suzie blushed. Suddenly she felt like she
had taken a wrong step with Mc. Maybe it wasn't a good idea
to be here alone with him. Mc was obviously more sexual and
sensual than she had ever imagined.
"Let me show
you my room," Mc didn't wait for her to respond as he
pulled her down the hall.
don't need to …" Suzie stopped and stood in the room.
This room was masculine, very masculine but not like the other
rooms, this room was more airy and subtle. This room was full
of photos. Photos filled the walls, every piece of furniture
in the room held photos, except the leather headboard. This
room was not as sexy or sultry as the other rooms of his home;
this room was toned down and homey.
gallery," Mc walked around.
not at ease but not jittery either. The walls held pictures
of Mc, C.W., Kaylin, Jake, Stevie, Andrew. Everyone from what
she could gather that Mc had a familiar tie to. A photograph
of Janey and Logan sat on the nightstand. A picture of Kaylin
fishing with C.W. and Mc rested on top of the other nightstand.
Suzie looked around the room and then swallowed hard.
"I can be,
but I used to conduct much of my business in the others rooms."
Mc stuffed his hands in his pockets and watched Suzie go to
the wall of pictures.
at my house, that's everyone." She turned to him as her
finger still rested on the photo. A picture of the Backstreet
Boys chasing Bacon the pig at the luau lay under her fingertip.
Mc walked up to
her, "Oh yeah it is. Down here is the dig for your palm
tree," Mc laughed as he walked down a few feet.
"I get it
now, you're just a freak," Suzie laughed. "Those
rooms out there aren't you, this room is." She grinned
since she actually saw Mc blush slightly.
"Part of my
therapy from years ago was to let go of the anger and I understand
why I did what I did to her. We were close, she left me, and
I was jealous. We were okay for awhile. When C.W. was alive,
he was a buffer. Then all the shit happened and we almost
went back to square one."
Suzie didn't turn to look at him, she studied the pictures.
A grouping of photos from Bron's marriage to Kevin and their
reception filled a desktop.
"I ran into
this tall dude that could take better care of Bron than I
could. He liked her, so, I left him in charge of her."
Mc knew he would get a rise out of her and he certainly did.
"That is the
shit that pisses her off. I know you don't talk to Janey that
way. You don't talk to me that way. You bark a lot at me on
regular basis, I really wish you would stop that." Turning
back to the wall, she laughed at a picture of Kevin sprawled
out on the grass being pinned down by two giant dogs and laughing
"I know it
pisses her off. If Bron is pissed, she doesn't think too deeply.
I've tried to make amends to her for our past. I can't do
that anymore but she'll use it to go for my jugular if she's
given the chance; like she did today." Mc pulled his
hand through his hair. He felt safe with Suzie, he could tell
her things that he couldn't tell Janey or Bron. "I won't
yell at you anymore unless you piss me off directly."
Suzie grabbed her
glass and casually left him behind, not far though. "It'll
work. So how do you love two women?"
yourself that and someday you might believe it. How do I know
you aren't the stalker?"
I wanted Bron, she'd be here," Mc cocked an eyebrow at
Suzie had to agree
on that point. "So what are we going to do tonight since
they told you that Bron isn't home tonight."
"I have some
business to take care of downstairs tonight. I don't want
you to go down there right away. If you want to wait about
two hours and then come down to the bar and have some fun,
that would be fine with me." Mc opened the door to the
guest room and smiled.
in this position was beginning to flag. Mc was obviously showing
her the door, not the exit one but the door to the room that
he wanted her to be in. "Maybe I will in an hour or so."
"I need two,"
Mc didn't smile, letting her know, it would be at least two
hours. Nothing before that would work for him.
Suzie shot him
a questioning look and entered the room. Quietly she closed
the door and just about screamed. She hadn't been this tense
since she had taken the pregnancy test. She and Nick waited
for the results. He was in Florida on his phone as they counted
is fucked up." She lay across the bed and convinced herself
that a catnap would be a great idea. Her head swam from all
of the ambiance of the penthouse she was sleeping in. Mc was
even more of an enigma now than he was before. What had she
gotten herself into this time?
A quick shower,
a little hair spray, some makeup, and a dab of perfume and
Bron was ready to rock. She smiled knowing that she hadn't
really taken what was left in the medicine cabinet for her.
"Gotcha Lurch," she grinned and walked into the
you sneaking off to?" Jake stood with arms crossed. His
eyes roamed from the top of her neatly done hair, down the
long leather jacket, tight black jeans, and black stiletto
boots. "Don't be a damn fool and step out on him."
"I'm not stepping
out on him, I'm going to hell," as she walked around
Jake and straight to the front door. Bron cracked as she pulled
open the front door, "I need to let off some steam… without
great." Jake grumbled and flipped on the cell. One call
to Webster and he could sleep soundly the rest of the night.
"Get her back in one piece before dawn. I'll say a prayer,
you're going to need it. She's going dancing, the old way."
A loud groan in
his ear and the call ended. Jake nodded and went back upstairs
to sleep. "Good luck Web." Pausing at the top of
the stairs, he wondered if he should tell Kevin or not. "She
needs some me time; it'll do her some good." Jake closed
his door quietly. In a few hours maybe he would tell Kevin,
then again, maybe he wouldn't.
Bron arrived at
the bar with the keys swinging in her hand. The clank of the
keys in the cold night air sounded good. The snow crunched
under her boots as she pushed the key into the backdoor of
the building. Using the back entrance seemed like the best
idea to her, the front was lighted like daylight and she didn't
want to be seen going into the club. The club was already
jumping with the sound of music and patrons. The walls breathed
the beat as she slipped in the backdoor and into the offices.
Poking her head in the kitchen door, her eyes surveyed the
room quickly. Monday nights were always a good night for Mc.
Ten-cent chicken wings and dollar drafts, along with a good
football game equaled money.
Diane, a long-time
waitress, waved at her, Bron gave her a thumbs up and quickly
disappeared into the business offices. Turning around she
opened the locked private room door and flicked the lights
on that were already on. The lighting was softer in here than
the regular club. This was a private bar and dining room,
the place where Mc used to conduct his business away from
the crowds but still be where he needed to be. This room was
usually for first meetings or business conducted with affiliates
that he didn't want in his home upstairs.
Soft music playing
and dim lights made her wary as she slipped into the room.
Nobody should be in this room. Only three known set of keys
were around. One pair in Mc's possession, one in hers, and
one the bar manager had to keep the place clean. Jake probably
had a key, Jake had a key to everything.
Her eyes adjusted
from the blaring light of the offices to the dimly lit room.
Scanning the room, it seemed empty but the lights and music
were on. Bron shook the keys in her hand, "Hello?"
She waited for answer. "They must have left the lights
and music on sometime today when they cleaned." Bron
spoke to herself as she made her way to the small DJ booth
on the other side of the stage. She laughed as she stopped
and touched the cold metal of the pole that was anchored into
the floor and attached to the ceiling. "Some things will
never change with that man, irregardless of who he is with."
Taking two quick
leaps, she was up the steps and in the DJ booth. She fired
up the CD player. There was no need for her to search for
music that she wanted to dance to. All of her CD's still took
up the upper left rack of the booth. Bron blew the dust off
with her fingers. "Somebody better start cleaning this
place the right way," she grumbled as she finished the
dusting with her fingertips. "Disgusting, just disgusting."
Filling the CD changer, she headed for the bar. Pulling out
a bottle of Tequila and some limes, she laughed. "I'm
ready to dance." Pouring a shot, she sniffed it, and
her stomach turned. "Maybe not," she placed the
offending drink back down on the bar and opted for a coke.
The music played
as she sat and sang along by herself for a bit. She cleaned
the bar top and emptied her glass. Dust happened to be everywhere,
which was fine by her. Bron danced and sang as she cleaned
the place up. Making a mental note to chew the bar manger
out for the messy conditions of the private room.
cannot sing," came from the door.
Bron shot him a
look, "Go away, I need some space."
"It's my space
you are in Spark," Mc laughed as he entered the room.
Bron still danced and sang while she was cleaning. He was
happy to see that she easily fit back into the place.
Bron was mad, this
was the only place that she could get some space and feel
safe. "What are you doing here?"
ask you the same?" Mc knew she had to be in here when
Webster had called him on his cell phone. He didn't tell Webster
that he was actually in town. Web had told him that Bron had
entered the club but they couldn't find her anywhere in the
club. She wasn't in the kitchen or the offices. He wanted
to know if he could have someone check Mc's apartment upstairs.
husband know you are here?"
wife know you are here?"
Mc sighed there
was no sense in fighting with her. "Look I have business
to take care of in here. You need to go upstairs for a while.
I'll buzz up there when you can come back down."
of business?" Bron poured another soda for herself and
one for him. She had no intentions of leaving. She hadn't
gone out on a limb with her hubby to be chased away. Finally
she was feeling relaxed for the first time in days. This place
was safe and secure and even Stevie wouldn't be able to get
the bar, he reached for the glass, and took a long sip. "None
of your business," he smiled as he began to sing 'Bad
Moon Rising' along with Creedance Clear Water Revival on the
"Does it have
to do with me?" Bron began to clean behind the bar absently
with a rag.
Grabbing a rag,
Mc did the same. "I said it was none of your business."
They sang the half of the CD before his frustration got the
better of him, Bron wasn't going to leave, she intended to
just hang out until his meeting partners arrived. Grabbing
the dishrag from her hand, he pointed to the door as the rag
hung in his hand. "Now go up stairs before I stop playing
nice with you and call your husband. I know damn well, he
doesn't know that you are down here."
Bron grinned, "If
I go up stairs to your apartment, I know you won't call him.
You know as well as I do that he'd blow a gasket on that one."
Mc closed his eyes
after taking in the triumphant look on his partner's face.
Blowing out a breath, he gave her a hard stare after counting
to ten. Dealing with Bron on some levels, some days, could
be like dealing with an unruly child.
work anymore," Bron winked at him.
Mc shrugged. "However, if you go upstairs, your sister
is up there and you can wring her neck for getting pregnant
Echoed off the walls as the door slammed shut.
Suzie," he pursed his lips together. "We all have
to sacrifice something at one time or another."
Mc made his way
back into the bar to await the men that were to join him.
He had a plan in place for everything. Bron's trial was going
to be very successful and C.W.'s death would be avenged. Everything
was going to be neat and tidy as well as in the open. All
he needed to do now was find Stevie. Stevie was definitely
putting a kink in his plans. Tonight's meeting would slowly
bring Stevie closer to the prey that he was seeking but with
no harm to her and nobody aware of what was going on but the
four gentlemen who had just walked through the doors of his
gentlemen. I have a place where we won't be disturbed."
Mc motioned the gentlemen to the kitchen doors.
one of them quoted as he took a seat at the bar. "Any
entertainment?" The man nodded towards the strippers'
but possibly later," Mc's face took on a different expression.
"Business first, then I will see what I can do in that
department." Confidentially, Mc poured a round of drinks.
"Let's get this done. It has gone on far too long."
His smiled faded as he heard a thump upstairs. Silently he
hoped that the two women were mature enough not to get into
a physical fight over a baby. Picking up the intercom telephone,
he heard two distinctly different people crying. He grinned
to the men who sat cautiously nearby. "Just checking
the club fellas, everything is fine."
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