Shadows In Durango

Chapter 38

*****Vincents POV*****

"If you would've told me sooner then I would have closed the fucking bar tonight! Why am I only finding out now?!" I fume out, pressing down on the gas on my way to the bar.

Tito had called to tell me that he was sick, but had brought in Fergus, the old manager, to cover him. On top of that, after calling Fergus to check in, he informed me that it wasn't just Tito who was off but it was also another bar staff and three of the dancers!

"I'm sorry Vin, I thought I had sorted it all! I wasn't aware the others would call in too!" Tito coughs down the line, as I grit my teeth together not wanting the added hassle.

"I'm on my way to take care of it." I state, before cutting the call and rounding the last corner to the back entrance of the place where I usually park.

Reid was there to help out behind the bar I knew that, but none of my other guys could make it tonight - not even Daryl - all giving their own unique bullshit excuses.

It wasn't that when they turned up to drink at my bar every week and didn't need to pay for shit!

Slamming my car door, I storm towards the building, now being almost an hour into the night and unaware of how things were going.

It could be complete carnage inside for all I knew right now!

Groaning, I walk down the dancers corridor, finding it to be eerily quiet. I poke my head inside some of the rooms, finding none of the girls around.

Usually, we had enough dancers on shift to rotate performances to give them breaks but it seemed tonight they were all already out on the poles.

I enter onto the main floor, scanning the room before finding Fergus behind the main bar as I instantly approach him.

"How is it?" I question instantly when I reach him, as he wipes his forehead with a towel and nods.

"Fine now that most of them have a drink! It was a fucking nightmare when they all rushed in when the doors first opened! I'm out of practice!" He tells me gruffly, as I nod once uninterested in formalities tonight.

how he is and that he came here to help us out, I was too pissed off for any of that tonight. Besides, he knew he would get his pay cheque just like the rest of the staff so it wasn't a real favour from the

be upstairs." I turn and say, before heading towards the VIP lounge deciding that everything downstairs

night and that Sofia would be working the upstairs bar... poor thing

of her red flustered face, I climb the staircase steadily before reaching the top and pausing for a moment, my face falling into a

the fuck is Reid up here behind

to reach him faster, instantly

show up tonight either?! I swear..." I begin to rant, gaining the attention of a nearby

Reid explains with a shrug,

he mean she's downstairs?!

the fucking bar and didn't see her!" I grit, not liking the fact that she was wandering around down there

tell Fergus that I don't know? Sofia has done two shifts here for fuck sake! "Well Vin, the dancers were real short tonight and so she got put down there to

damn pole!" I instantly slam a hand down on the bar countertop, feeling my temper reaching close to snapping

proceeds, as I grab the closest alcohol bottle and toss it across

you want to keep your head then you'll not speak another fucking

as well! I made it quite clear that I wanted her

me with an excellent view of the floor below, my eyes move from pole to pole before finally settling on her tiny frame - causing my arms to tremble

red leather outfit stuck to her body, with her tits and ass hanging out of every possible seam. She moved around

and watching her move no

stairs not knowing who would be first to get killed - Sofia or Ferguson for

told him no, since he knew the VIP

lips and voluminous hair into

of the men nearby jump in their chairs and

me, mouth open in horror at

up there Vincent, she's doing a good job!" One of the older men yell,

she new?" Another adds with a clap, evidently drunk as my temper simmers