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.

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

towards the VIP lounge deciding that

that it was a Wednesday night and that Sofia would be working the upstairs bar... poor thing

I climb the staircase steadily before reaching the top and pausing for a

is Reid up

in large strides to reach him faster,

Did she not bother to show up tonight either?! I swear..." I begin to rant, gaining the attention of a nearby table

put me up here!" Reid explains with a shrug, as I feel the blood rush

she's downstairs?! I didn't see her anywhere down

where? I was just at the fucking bar and didn't see her!" I grit, not liking the fact that she

here for a reason, it was quiet! Reid could easily handle the downstairs bar so why he wouldn't think to 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

a damn pole!" I instantly slam a hand down on

chill out for a second! That's just what had to happen... there's no staff..." Reid proceeds, as I grab the closest alcohol bottle and toss it across the room causing it to smash everywhere. Reid suddenly looks alarmed, taking me seriously for the first time since I got here, realising he had

think of that? I bet you never you dumb fuck! If you want to keep your head then you'll not speak another

I made it quite clear that I wanted her

the floor below, my eyes move from pole to pole before finally settling on her tiny frame - causing my arms to tremble in

around like a whore, swinging her hips and twirling around

the men surrounding her area, leaning back and watching

overdrive, I march down the stairs not knowing who would be first to get killed - Sofia or Ferguson for putting her

him no, since he knew the

and voluminous

FUCK DOWN!" I roar, as some of the men nearby jump in their chairs and almost spill

down at me, mouth open

there Vincent, she's doing a good job!" One

we like her, is she new?" Another adds with a clap, evidently drunk as my temper simmers once