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weren’t even trying to hide the fact they were following him. When they slid to a stop beside him, he figured confrontation was next on their list. Two men jumped out onto the sidewalk.
    “Hey, you,” the bigger guy said.
    Remy recognized him as one of the bouncers from the club. He figured he had two choices. Run and save his hide a possible beating, or stand his ground and find out what they wanted. He could probably take both of them. Bigger didn’t always mean better.
    Wanting to appear compliant, he raised his hands. “Look, I’m just walking home. I don’t want any trouble.”
    The two guys grabbed his arms and slammed him up against the brick wall of the building behind him.
    “I told you, I don’t want any trouble. I’ve got a twenty-dollar bill in my wallet.” He didn’t resist their holds and kept his gaze downcast. “If you’re gonna mug me, take it and let me go.”
    “We don’t want your money.”
    While the bigger man held him, the smaller one frisked him, patting down his body, checking his back pocket for his wallet. “Where’s your wallet?”
    “In my back pocket.”
    “Try again, moron.”
    “Fuck. I must have left it at the store.” He struggled half-heartedly. “Let me go. I have to go back to the store and get it before some dumbass finds it.”
    “Your problem, not ours.” The smaller of two goons pressed his elbow against Remy’s throat. “What do you know about the bitch you were just fucking?”
    Remy ground his teeth together and clenched his fists tight to hold onto his temper. They were talking about Mitchell and he didn’t like the way they were doing it. But this was her operation and her cover to portray a stripper and a whore. Tamping down his rage, he grinned. “If that’s all you wanted, why are you jacking me up? What do you want to know? How much she charged me? Was she good?” He narrowed his eyes. “Or are you her pimp and want to know if she’s on the up and up, giving you your cut?”
    “How do you know her?”
    “I picked her up at the club.” He attempted a shrug against their grasp. “Hell, if I’d known I’d get roughed up, I’d have passed. I mean she was good and all that, but not worth this.”
    “Back at the club, you acted like you knew her.”
    Remy snorted. “I thought I did. She reminded me of my ex-girlfriend. The bitch took all my stuff. She still owes me. You think I’d have paid her for sex if she still owed me? Fuck, no.”
    “You from the navy base?” the talking goon asked.
    “Yeah. Just back from deployment, looking for some release, if you know what I mean. Surrounded by guys for months, makes a man…you know.”
    “Do yourself a favor and stay away from CC.”
    “Why?” He widened his eyes and snapped his gaze between the guys. “Oh crap, does she have some STDs or something?”
    The arm under his chin pressed harder until Remy could barely breathe. If he had to, he could fight his way out of this. But he resisted, playing the part of some dumb GI with a hard on and no brain cells.
    “Just stay away from her.”
    “All right, all right. You’ve made you point.”
    The men let go of his arms, backed away and climbed into their vehicle.
    As the doors opened and the overhead light blinked on, Remy caught a glimpse of a listening device like spies and private investigators used to creep on people. And if he wasn’t mistaken, a pair of high-powered night vision goggles lay beside the listening device on the front seat. Whoever could afford to buy those kinds of toys must have a lot at stake.
    The doors shut behind the goons and the car swept away, spitting gravel from beneath the tires. Remy shook off his nerves and anger and started back toward the convenience store. When the vehicle turned another corner, he scooped up his wallet and cell phone and called a cab to pick him up at the store.
    Adrenaline pumping and ready to smash some heads, he had to talk himself down before the cab got there. Every instinct inside