His Deceitful Queen

Chapter 5

Dominic's POV

I had to go home the first night and jerk off twice from her performance. She let me touch her as well. I wasn't sure what kind of joint this was, but I wasn't about to f**k her there, but I would leave her wanting more. I assumed that she called her little boyfriend. He conveniently had a meeting and couldn't meet her tonight. He was easy enough to buy off and what she didn't know was that he was a cheating asshole. He had a wife and kid in the suburbs. Ten grand and he was out of her life, but the i***t didn't realize I followed him home and snapped some pictures of him and his family in the front yard. Those would come in handy soon enough plus if I didn't use them and he showed back up, I could easily use them to get him to leave her alone for good.

I went back to the strip club tonight and sat in the back. I'm afraid she saw me. She ran off the stage without performing and never came back out. I was going to have to be more careful. I followed her to the subway as normal, but she cried the entire way there and you could see the bright red handprint on her face. That mother fucker hit her, and no one does that. Not even I would hit her. You don't hit women plain and simple and those that do can answer to me.

After I watched her get on the subway, I went back to the strip club and sat in the back. I watched the cameras in her house until I saw that she got home safe and sound. I ignored the girls and watched Amaya cook herself a hamburger and she scrolled through her phone while she did and while she ate it. I wasn't sure what she was looking for because she didn't have any social media. I watched until she crawled into her futon and went to sleep.

I locked my phone and placed it in my pocket and got another drink and sat back down.

"Hey handsome, can I get you a refill?" A waitress came by asking.

"No, I'm good but who owns this place?" I asked.

"That's Ollie, he usually comes out at the end of the night. Did you want me to relay a message to him?"

"No, that's OK."

She smiled and moved on. I sipped on my whiskey the rest of the night waiting for the scum bag to come out. The night dragged on and on. The other girls that had come out weren't amazing. I could see why Amaya was the main show. I mean she should be anyways, but she put these other girls to shame.

The end of the night finally rolled around, and a greasy man walked out on stage and concluded that it was tonight's show and thanked everyone for coming and then walked off stage. I got up and left and went to my car and drove it around back and parked at the very back where no one would see me. The girls started filtering out, most walking together in groups and laughing as they went. I sat in my car for over an hour when he finally came out.

He walked out like he didn't have a care in the world, but he was about to. He pulled out and I started my car and followed behind him. He never even noticed me. We drove for about twenty minutes out of town, and he pulled into a little run-down shack of a house. Either he was a cheap ass, or his club didn't make much money. There were no lights on inside and no other cars in the drive. I assumed he lived alone, so I pulled up right out front as he got to his door. He turned and saw me getting out of his car and so he stopped, unlocking his door. Big mistake, not that a door was going to stop me from going inside.

"Are you Ollie?" I yelled out.

"Depends on who wants to know," he said with way more confidence than he should.

I didn't answer him but jogged up to him. By the time I reached him he realized that this wasn’t a good visit. He started to unlock his door, but I grabbed him around the collar and threw him up against the door and wrapped my hand around his throat.

"Did you put your f*****g hands-on Alex?" I growled in his face.

"f**k off," he said before I cut his oxygen off.

"Last chance mother fucker."

"Why do you care? They are all whores, strippers, they shake they goodies for f*****g money who f*****g cares," he said which was the wrong answer.

I reached back and punched him in the nose, breaking it. I let go of his neck and he bent down cupping his face.

"You like to put your hands on girls?" I yelled and brought my knee up into his stomach.

"Come on, fight back." I yelled but he didn't move. The fucker could dish it out but he couldn't take it. I continued to hit him until he fell to the ground crying and begging me to stop.

I squated down grabbing his hair forcing him to look up at me, "if I find out that you ever put your f*****g greasy hands on another woman this will feel like a walk in the park. Do you understand?"

"Yes," he mumbled out and I dropped his head to the ground and walked off.

As soon as I got to my apartment I got in the shower. I was ready for bed. I don't know how she has kept this schedule up for so because f**k I was tired and I wasn't working, I just watched her.

I woke up the next morning I knew I had another job for Jake. I grabbed my phone before I even got out of bed and dialed his number.

"Dominic, what can I do for you this early?"

"I have a job for you?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"I need for you to accidentally meet Amaya. You need to get her phone and I need you to install an app on it for me and then hide the app so she can't find it."

"It might take me more than a random meet up."

"Just get it done as soon as possible."

"I'll start today," he said.

"Good let me know what you plan to do, I will watch from a distance."

"Text you later," he said and hung up.

I didn't want to do this but he was the best there was. I knew that she was doing something with her money but I wasn't sure what and I needed to figure it out. I went to his name in my contacts and hit send.

"What the f**k? Where they hell did you go? We've been worried about you." Ace said.

I sighed into the phone because I knew this is what it was going to be. "I have some s**t to take care of and I had to leave town to do that."

"No s**t, but you could have told us that. We've been worried sick, we've also been calling and texting you."

"I know and I have been f*****g ignoring them. When I'm ready to talk I will call. Now can you help me?"

"Of course but you can't cut us out like this. You are still our brother and business partner."

"I know but I have s**t to take care of like I said. Now I need you to look into someone for me."

"Who is it?"

"Her name is Alex Larson."

"Hold, I'm going to my computer. I need more than just her name. Those are both common names."

"New York city." I told him and I heard him start typing into his computer.

"Who is it?" He asked but I didn't say anything. He figured it out really fast. I waited and waited.

"Holy f**k, is that," he said but never finished the sentence.

"Yes it is. She changed her name."

"We've been looking for her since everything happened."

"I know but I've been keeping an eye on her for about nine months now."

"So why don't you bring her home? I don't understand this?"

"She is the one who turned me in. She knew what I did and she took the first chance she could to destroy me and now well I'm here to get back that year of my life."

"Hold on. How do you know that she turned you in?"

"Because only you guys and her knew what our business did and sure as s**t know that none of you turned me in."

"I don't know man, are you sure about this? Maybe something else is going on?"

"Nothing else is going on and I expect you to keep your mouth shut. I don't want anyone else to know about this. Not yet and not the girls."

"I don't keep secrets from my wife plain and simple. That almost destroyed us before, and I will not let it happen again."

"She better not tell anyone. Not Mila, or anyone else."

"She won't."

"What information are you needing?"

"Anything. She is making good money and she lives like she is homeless. It's going somewhere and I want to know where."

"I will see what I can come up with."

"Thanks and again we didn't have this conversation."

I talked to him for a few more minutes before I was able to get to get off the phone. I did miss them. I had to take care of this first. Once I had her in my reach we would go home. I would have them send me the private jet. I can put her on that plane and no one would ask a question.

I got out of bed and got ready for the day. She was getting another gift I just had to think of the right thing. So far she thinks this is a someone that likes her not someone seeking revenge. I don't want to scare her to fast.

I pulled up across the street from her office and parked. I turned in the seat so I could watch her. She was up front and the smile on her face today was huge. For someone who lost their main job they were awfully happy. It was a stark contrast to last night where she cried the whole way to the subway and I'm sure the whole way home.

The office emptied out and Amaya put the sign up that they were closed for lunch. She usually went for a walk from what I've seen. It took her a few minutes but she came out the back door and walked around the front of the office and started walking away not paying attention and that's when Jake ran right into her. He made it look like an accident and you could tell instantly that he was flirting with her.

I watched as they talked back and forth for a minute and when he tried to exchange numbers her face fell and she shook her head no at him. He told her goodbye and walked away. A few minutes later my phone started ringing. I grabbed it quickly knowing it was Jake.

"Hey."

"Hey. I tried to ask her out but she said she had a boyfriend."

"So the cheating douchebag didn't dump her like he was supposed to."

"Either that or she just lied."

"She didn't trust me. I could see both of you. She was into you."

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Do it again next week. Just like this time. He will be gone by then. I can promise you that. Take her to lunch. Tell her she looks hungry or something."

"She does look hungry. She is a rack of bones."

"I know something else that I'm working on." I told him and I'm not sure why. I'm not even sure why I care about her well-being but I do and that's why I gave her the tip I did at the strip club.