Chapter 323: Nightingale

Cookie, I want to go. Please. With whipped cream and a blow job on top. – Karan

The girls were at Molly’s house for a sleepover for one of his daughters. Pagan wasn’t even sure which daughter it was. Molly had five wives, he called them his pretties, and probably a dozen daughters, his little pretties, and a son. And the man adored every one of them.

Since his girls were out of the house, Cookie and Karan had talked him into going to a club with them. He did not even know that this place existed. Nor was it any place he would have normally gone by himself.

Nightingale was in the warehouse district of Ridgeview, backed up to the river. A little less than a mile down the road was Sticks’ custom furniture store across the river in Monroe. Shaking his head, Pagan decided that he was too old to be hanging out at a bar. Instead of checking out the scantily clad women, like Cookie and Karan were, he was thinking about how far he was from the shop.

Turning from the metal r