Devil Woman

Chapter 5

Nyra

"I'm confused, Kevin. Explain it to me better. Is he a fucking cop or not?"

"I don't know for sure. Some are saying he quit, while others are saying he might be undercover and that the quitting was a ruse. I don't even know if the rumor is true. It's all gossip on my end. Supposedly this detective quit a week ago because no one wanted to pair up with him to go undercover, but I don't know if that's also a lie or not as well." He whispered loudly.

This fucking useless moron. What did he know?

"Who was his target?"

"You."

I almost laughed. "Me? What does he think he has on me?"

"I don't know. The cops in my precinct are saying that he doesn't even have a case, and that's why his boss told him to drop it."

"So, what? He'll be coming after me then all on his own?" I asked.

"I don't know. I'll ask around." He said with a sigh.

"Get back to me."  I hung up, and Omar gave me a look. "Have your men seen a suspicious man lurking around my clubs recently?"

He shook his head. "I haven't gotten any reports."

"Some ex-cop is after me," I muttered with a roll of my eyes.

He'd be the first and last. I'd see to it, personally.

"If he's an ex-cop, then we don't really have much to worry about, do we?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not. Or maybe Kevin is feeding me lies."

"What can I do?"

"We're checking the clubs again. I need you to talk to security one by one. Let them know to report back any suspicious men that hang out by the clubs or even in the parking lots. Whoever this guy is, he's out for blood. Kevin says he quit his job to pursue me. It's flattering, of course, but I don't like admirers."

I stood up and smoothed my dress down. I grabbed my coat off the back of my chair and tucked it over my body. I pulled my hair out from under and tossed it over my shoulder.

"Ready?"

"Of course, boss."

I grabbed my purse and shoved my phone inside before stepping out of my office with Omar behind me.

"We'll hit the hotels and restaurants as well," I added as he helped me in the car.

The sounds of the car engines hummed and revved before we drove out of the lot and to my clubs. I went to every single one of my clubs and talked to all my girls. I warned them that if they were to see a shady man hanging about, to call security.

I told them to watch out for new faces, for men that ask too many questions about me or my work, and to trust their gut. After listening to small complaints about men that seemed off, I gathered that intel, and we went to my restaurants. I spoke to the managers, the valets, and the security and discreetly gave them the same warning.

Last but not least were the few hotels I co-owned. At the last one, I was exhausted and in dire need of a drink. My men scattered around the various tables behind the hotel bar while I flagged down the bartender.

"Whiskey, neat. Please." I pulled out my compact mirror and my lipstick to reapply.

"It's surprising to hear a woman order such a strong drink." A man spoke from down the bar.

I didn't look up from my mirror. I clicked my mirror shut and put it back in my purse along with my lipstick. The drink was set in front of me on the coaster, and I took a generous sip. I set it down and looked over to the man that was very openly watching me.