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.

to help us out, I was too pissed off for any of that tonight. Besides, he knew

and say, before heading towards the VIP lounge deciding that everything downstairs

it was a Wednesday night and that Sofia would be working the upstairs bar... poor thing will be stressed out of her mind on

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

fuck is Reid

reach him faster, instantly irritated at finding yet another

the fuck is Sofia? Did she not bother to show up tonight either?! I swear..." I begin to rant,

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

downstairs?!

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

shifts here for fuck sake! "Well Vin, the dancers were real short tonight and so she got put down there to help them." Reid's words come like a fucking punch to the face as I all but want to strangle him to

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

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

bet you never you dumb fuck! If you want to keep your head then you'll not speak another fucking word

well! I made it quite clear

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

of every possible seam. She moved around like a whore, swinging her hips and twirling around the

and watching her move no doubt

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

him no, since he knew the VIP spot was

lips and voluminous hair into better view, my fists tighten

of the men nearby jump in their chairs and almost

Sofia looks down at me, mouth

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

adds with a clap, evidently drunk as my temper