Chapter 11

Derek Lowe looked around the club at the men he was seated with and stroked his beard as he twirled the glass in his hands. The three-dot tattoo on his arms twinkled in the illumination of the club lights overhead. Soft, seductive music streamed out of the speakers, and he watched as the strippers twirled and twisted themselves in a sensual, seductive manner on the poles on the stage.

The heavy-set, stern-looking bouncers stood nearby at the entrance of the stage, daring anyone who would like to go home without his teeth in his mouth to come near the stage and try to mess himself up with the girls.

Derek grinned, loving the atmosphere of the club. Though he and his club were secluded from all that was going on in the club, he could still see everything going on from the VIP section they were seated in. He nodded at the bouncers standing at the entrance where they were seated, and they nodded back at him. Nobody would dare to disturb the club as they began their meeting.<