Description : Their Greatest Treasure
Nash Riley walked into the club. He was trying to be discreet, but that wasn’t going as planned. A glance to his right, and he saw an underage girl. She had a martini in one hand and was using the other hand to manipulate the bouncer, Frank, who should have been watching the bar area.
In annoyance he glanced to the left, and there was a small argument beginning between two patrons trying to get closer to the stage and the sexy little dancer doing her short act.
“Mr Riley? How are you, sir? I didn’t know that you would be here tonight? Is everything okay?” Lou asked.
Nash bit the inside of his cheek. “Where the fuck is Riker?” he managed to squeeze out through clenched teeth.
Lou’s eyes widened, and he knew the shit was about to hit the fan. Their employees were fully aware that Nash expected discipline and perfection. Riker, on the other hand, left in charge for the last two weeks, had let the ball fall. Riker was obviously too busy drinking and partying to get his act together, and now it could cost them big-time. He shouldn’t have left. Nash shouldn’t have gone out to upstate New York to help their friend Peter. But Peter was good people. He was honest and fair.
Nash was getting tired of his twin brother Riker’s blasé attitude with their club, The Jewelry Box. Fucking Riker was always partying and getting down with the ladies. This was their club, their investment. In the last year, it had turned to shit. The clientele came here to find easy women, and easy women came here to land some deep-pocket...