Chapter 72

I don’t meet the imposter until the club starts to fill up. Music fills every dark nook, and men are filing in with wandering hands and smarmy smiles. I’ll give Carrero his due, his club is never empty, and his client list grows still.

Give a man his basic carnal needs, and you own him. All these rich, powerful suits and here they are, wagging their tails like puppy dogs because Alexi lets them unwind, let loose and practice their perversions with minimal restraint. The club has its skill where secrecy is concerned, and these men have faith in the Carrero’s ability to keep it under cover of darkness and hidden from the outside world. He is the king of the party, and not one guest since we opened has had a bad night or trip on his grade “A” product he keeps dishing out. From what I hear, his magical wp***** r sales have quadrupled as his members get a little bit adoring for it outside of their visits.

Tall and narrow, nestled in a row of other run-down and derelict buildi