The Family Business 3 (The Family Business #3)(40)

“Minister, I don’t think anyone has ever given me a greater compliment. Thank you.” I leaned over and offered my hand, but he pulled me in for a quick guy-hug. Truth be told, if anything did happen to LC, I knew Minister Farah would be there for me. Other than my family and Marie, he and Daryl had been the only constants in my life.

“Be safe, my son. I will keep you in my prayers,” he said to me as I exited the car.

After he drove off, I headed down the street and cut through a hidden passageway to get to my next stop. When I arrived at a pink metal door, I rapped on it quickly and waited until I was let in by Dexter, the burly bodyguard I’d been considering hiring away from this joint.

“What’s up, Vegas?” He offered his huge knuckles for a fist bump.

I tapped my fist against his. “Nothing much, Dex. She still here?”

“She’s waiting for you.”

I disappeared down the long brick hallway, opening another door and stepping into an elegantly decorated fifties-style brothel, where there was so much scantily clad * that even in my current state of distress over Pop I couldn’t help but notice. There were a couple of leggy white girls, including one whose ass gave Iggy Azalea a run for her money, and a sister or two that made a brother homesick. In spite of all the beauty that surrounded me, however, Marie was still the hottest woman in that place, and she knew it.

“Hey, sexy.” Marie’s face broke into a wide smile the second she saw me from a couch across the room. She came over and wrapped her arms around me, leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss. Even as her hands found their way to my crotch to properly welcome me, she let me know that she had noticed and didn’t appreciate my wandering eyes. She said, “You have the best in the house, so there is no need to be breaking your neck looking at the help.”

Shit, I was no fool. I knew better than to argue with her, but that didn’t mean I was going along with her agenda. No matter what she said, I’d have to be six feet under before I stopped appreciating beautiful women.

Taking my hand in hers, she led me to her own personal room, where I knew she occasionally saw super high–priced customers. Behind the closed door, she moved in and threw her arms around my neck, obviously ready to get busy.

“Hey.” I untwined her arms and pulled away.

“What? Baby, it’s been two days. I miss you,” she whined, rubbing her breasts against me. “Come on. Let’s make a baby.”

“Look, I missed you too, but I’m here for business, not pleasure.” She gave me a sexy pout and reached her hand out to grip my manhood again, but I shot her a look that caused her to step back.

“Is Conrad here?” I asked.

“Yeah, he’s here. And you owe me big time,” she said with a frown. “For hooking him up and for not f*cking me.”

“Don’t you know by now I’m a man who always pays his debts?” I kissed her gently. “Now, stop frowning, I’m going to make it up to you.”

“And you’re going to pay me back with interest,” she snapped with attitude.

“Looking forward to it.” I smirked, leading her back out of the room. “Where’s Conrad?” We stepped into the hallway, and she knocked on the door next to her room.

Inside the room, a very happy Captain Conrad Marks of the NYPD sat on the bed as two hot, naked black-and-Asian biracial twins flanked him, buttoning his shirt. Captain Marks and I had been friends since he was a lonely white beat cop back on Jamaica Avenue, and I was in my late teens. Junior and I helped him quite a bit with his career—with the help of Pop and Uncle Lou, of course. To say he was a dirty cop was an understatement, but he was our dirty cop.

“Vegas, I have to tell you that I haven’t been f*cked like that since I was a sergeant and we used to go to your friend Majestic’s strip club in Long Island City.” He was grinning like a twelve-year-old boy as he offered me his hand.

“It’s good to have you back,” he said. “I’m sorry about that trouble you had a while ago. Wish I could have been more help, but it wasn’t in my borough, so it was off limits.”

“Nah, it’s all good. Your loyalty was never at question.”

Marie directed the girls, “Lia and Mia, you can go now.”

Conrad and I watched as they skipped their perfect asses out of there. I knew Marie was watching me like a hawk, but I couldn’t help myself. There was something about that combination of an Asian girl with a little chocolate in her that just got me every time.

Marie closed the door behind them. “I’m glad you enjoyed our services, Captain. I’m sure I can arrange for you to have a weekly visit.” She handed him a gold VIP card.

“Why, thank you, young lady. After that little treat you provided for me today, I think I’ll be taking you up on that.” Marie smiled graciously and then stepped out of the room, leaving Conrad and me to talk.

“So, Vegas, today I get laid by two of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. I get a free * card, and on the seat of my car this morning, I find twenty thousand dollars cash.” He stood up and started looping his belt through his pants. “What am I supposed to make of that?”

“Conrad,” I said with a huge smile, “if I were you, I’d just go with it, because today must be your lucky day. Now, come let me buy you a drink so I can tell you why it’s going to be even luckier.”