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the threat.
     
    “You need to get your house in
order,” said Jase in a low, angry voice. “You’re out of control. This isn’t
going to end how you want, or how you think.”
     
    “What the fuck would you know about
it, anyway?” said Will, taking a half-step forward to invade even more of
Jase’s boundaries. “Don’t talk to me like I’m a goddamn child. My life is none
of your business.”
     
    Jase didn’t answer right away. He
didn’t seem as angry in that moment. “That’s your call,” he said. “But I’ve got
brothers to keep out of jail and a wife who would prefer me home in one piece
at the end of the night. So you can keep driving this suicide machine on
without me.”
     
    Will scoffed at Jase’s seriousness,
his dramatic choice of words. “Step the fuck off, then. I don’t need you.” He
moved around Jase and headed for the door, passing by the group of his brothers
without a look or a word. They watched him leave in silence.
     
    The night air felt good on Will’s
skin. Every inch of him felt inflamed with stress, with energy, with impulse.
He lit up a cigarette and climbed on his bike, finishing half before he chucked
it to the gravel and revved his way out of the parking lot. He drove aimlessly
for ten minutes before he decided he wasn’t done with his night of fun, and set
course for Aphrodite’s.
     
    Saturday night meant the strip club
was packed with visitors from both Howlett and LeBeau, aided by that sexual
charge in the air during the summer months that seemed to get everyone riled up
without even trying. It seemed like his hunger for women had become insatiable
in the past few months. If he wasn’t thinking about kicking the shit out of
some asshole who had crossed him, Will was thinking about getting his dick wet,
and doing what he could to make it happen. He had every mouse at the clubhouse
worshipping him, and even their constant willingness wasn’t enough.
     
    Will parked his bike in a long line
of others and sauntered into the club. Lights and bass pulsed against the dark
walls, people moving and cheering in the shadows as they watched the glowing
stages. Saturday nights meant the varsity team was on deck, and Will felt his
dick harden at the sight of three gorgeous women writhing naked on the stage.
He moved through the crowd and kept his eyes on the dancer with the deep brown
hair and skin like fine china. He could see the delicate folds of her
smooth-shaven pussy and imagined it hovering over his tongue, his fingers
buried inside its soaking warmth.
     
    He waited until she finished her
stage show, and then moved to the bar to talk with the manager of the dancers.
He slipped the man several hundred dollar bills and pointed out the pale stripper.
Deal done, Will headed without pause to the rear of the club to the private
rooms. He sat down in the first open one and waited, rubbing an eager hand on
the bulge in his jeans. He only stopped when a topless server girl brought him
a double whiskey, winking at him as she left.
     
    Moments later, the dancer came from
around the corner with a devilish grin. She had put back on the tiny gold
bikini she wore when she wasn’t on stage and closed the door behind her as Will
stared without shame at the curves of her body.
     
    “I heard you asked for me,” she said.
     
    “ ‘Asked’ is putting it nicely.
Did your boss also tell you I don’t like names?”
     
    She nodded and ran a soft hand down
the length of her body, almost absentmindedly. Will felt his dick twitch at the
sight.
     
    He leaned back against the cushioned
seat, putting up his arms. Ice clinked against the glass in his hand. “Get on
with it, then.”
     
    The pale dancer began to move her
incredible body and strip for Will, slowly untying the bikini top first, then
her bottoms, and letting them fall to the floor of the room. She grinded
against Will’s lap as he sat and watched her, staring at her tits. He took a
drink of whiskey, then with his