Barracuda shook his head. “Mitzy said she went to her house before she came in today and she didn’t answer the door. Her car was in the parking lot.”
“I’ll head over there.” Monk drained his glass and set it on the table. “Maybe she’s just passed out inside or something.”
I looked at Playboy.
He shook his head and leaned close. “Just stay calm, pretty girl. This might have nothing to do with Billie Jean.”
It was too much of a coincidence, though. Billie Jean was missing, and now, another girl from the club was gone.
Barracuda stared at me. “Stop by Billie Jean’s on your way back, Monk,” he called.
Even Barracuda knew something was going on.
I cringed and felt deflated. “Uh, I didn’t bring the key to her apartment with me.”
Monk smirked and stood. “I think I’ll make do without it.” He walked away from the table and into the crowd of people.
“I’m assuming he doesn’t need her address either,” I mumbled.
“Talk to the girls. See what you can find out about Memphis and Billie Jean,” Barracuda instructed Playboy and Mace. He turned to Leona and me. “You two stay here.”
“What?” Leona scoffed. “How are we supposed to help find Billie Jean and now Memphis if we just sit here?”
Barracuda leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest. “Because from the looks of you two, you’ve never stepped foot in a strip club before and it’s best if you kept your asses planted in those seats.”
“Billie Jean is my sister,” I pointed out. “No one here would even be looking for her if it wasn’t for me. I need to be the one out there looking for her.”
Playboy laid his hand on my arm. “Just stay here, pretty girl. Mace and I will split up and be back quick.”
“That’s not fair,” Leona pouted. “I was all ready to get my Nancy Drew on tonight.” She held up her purse. “You would be surprised at the things I managed to cram into here.”
Barracuda nodded to Playboy and Mace. “Go. I’ll keep an eye on these two.”
Mace gladly stood and took off toward the stage where a woman was swinging around on a pole. Playboy pressed a kiss to the side of my head and walked in the opposite direction of Mace.
I watched him disappear into the crowd and tried not to squeal at the fact he had kissed me. Granted, it was the side of my head, but it was still a kiss.
My feelings were like on a huge pendulum that swung back and forth. First, I was sad about Billie Jean being missing, but then, Playboy would send me a text or kiss the side of my head and I was carefree and giddy about Playboy. I was going to get whiplash from bouncing around all of the time.
Leona sighed and set her purse on the table. “I can’t believe I’m not going to be able to use my stun gun tonight.”
“Stun gun?” Barracuda narrowed his eyes on Leona. “What the hell did you think you would need a stun gun for?”
She shrugged and unzipped the zipper. “One never knows when the occasion might arise where a good stunning is called for.”
“Don’t you dare empty that thing on this table,” Barracuda rumbled.
Leona’s fingers froze on the zipper pull. “Uh, what happens if I do?” She batted her eyes at Barracuda.
Oh, Jesus. Now she was going to try to turn her charm on Barracuda. I kicked her under the table and glared at her. “Knock it off,” I hissed. Keeping Leona reined in was freaking exhausting.
“I’d kick your ass out and send you home in a taxi.” Barracuda tipped his head to the side. “And that’s just to start.”
“I feel you might have some issues that you’re masking with rage and assholiness.”
Leona was going to get us kicked out. She had completely forgotten our plan of keeping our mouths shut and had let her crazy ass run free.
Barracuda glared at Leona.
She rested her elbows on the table and plopped her head in her hands. “So, how does one become a president of a badass MC?” she asked. “Is that like a two or four-year degree?”
Yup, Leona was going to get us kicked out of here.
I downed my drink and looked around for the waitress. I was going to need about ten more of these.
*
Chapter Eight
Playboy
Wanna come in?
“She left with a guy.”
“A guy?” I asked. Why in the hell would Billie Jean be leaving with a guy after her shift?
Violet nodded and snapped the gum in her mouth. “Yeah.”
“You know who the guy was?”
She shook her head. “Never saw him before that night. He sat in her section all night and seemed fine.”
“He hit on her or anything?”
Violet rolled her eyes. “Watching Billie Jean isn’t really something I can do while I’m waiting on my section.” Violet was a straight up bitch. She had tried hitting on me when I first started talking to her, but as soon as she figured out I wasn't interested, she flipped her bitch switch and kept snapping her gum.
I was two seconds away from ripping it from her mouth and shoving it up her ass. “Do you remember what kind of vehicle she was in?”
Violet rolled her eyes. “It was a black car.”
“You remember what kind of car?” A black car was pretty fucking vague and made it hard to pinpoint the right one.
“I don’t know, Playboy. It was a week ago, and I’ve got other things on my mind than what kind of car Billie Jean drove off in.” She looked over her shoulder to the back door. “Are we done now or do you want to keep eating up my break?”
I turned away from her and headed back to the table where I had left Raelyn. Violet didn’t deserve another word from me. Thank Christ I had never given her the time of day.
Barracuda had four beer bottles in front of him and was staring at Leona as she talked with her hands flailing all over.
Raelyn wasn’t at the table.
What the fuck?
“Where did Raelyn go?” I demanded when I got to the table.
Leona tipped her head back and tried to focus her glazed over eyes on me. “Howdy there, biker dude.” I think she tried to wink at me but just closed her eyes for five seconds and then opened them. I had only been gone for forty-five minutes. Leona was a lightweight, or they were mixing the drinks pretty strong for a Tuesday night.
“She went to the bathroom,” Barracuda butted in. “She said she was gonna wait until you came back but couldn’t hold it any longer.”
“You couldn’t go with her?” I asked him.
Barracuda turned his glare on me. “Didn’t know I needed to hold your girlfriend's purse while she pissed.”
I headed to the bathroom. It wasn’t worth it to say anything more to Barracuda. Raelyn wasn’t his responsibility so he didn’t care about her.
I barged into the women’s bathroom and startled Raelyn who was standing in front of the sink washing her hands.
“Playboy,” she gasped. She gripped the sink with one hand and held her other to her heart. “What are you doing in here?”
“You weren’t at the table.”