Ok, so here's the first new installment of Sixteen Pistols. Eeek, it's been such a long time! Let me know what you think!

None of these characters are mine, they belong to J. Evanovich. Hope you enjoy...

Language, Sex, and Adult Themes apply...

Sixteen Pistols Reloaded – Chapter 5

Pure Escape was not some trendy, new club with bright lights and a modern design. Pure Escape was dark, in all senses of the word, except for the lights shining down on the stage and the round platforms that were scattered around the room. It had an old world feel. Everything about it was top shelf, from the liquor to the women dancing seductively in their corsets and stockings. I took a minute to snap back to reality and assess my surroundings. It was easy to lose yourself in this place.

I was looking at the two, giant men standing by a door towards the back when Ranger placed a hand on my lower back and escorted me to a VIP lounge area. I noticed four of the 6 Merry Men had gone elsewhere. Two of them were at the bar and the other two were sitting near the stage. Tank and Lester sat at our table with us.

The guys were in full on work mode, scanning the room for someone. But who, I thought. This would be much easier if I knew who the hell I was looking for.

Ranger spoke up then, "Ok, keep an eye out for an Italian man with a large scar running down the left side of his face. He's 49 years old. Stands at 6 feet tall, weighs about 210 pounds, and has an entourage following him around at all times." He pulled out a picture that looked like a surveillance photo and showed each of us. "Remember, all we need to do tonight is observe him, his behaviors, and who he associates with."

The man in the photo wasn't huge, but he definitely looked like he could take care of himself. It was the scar though, that made him look so frightening. It made a permanent scowl on the one side of his face.

Ranger's phone beeped and when he looked down at the screen, he was not pleased. "Well, it looks like Mr. Innamorati has decided to change up his routine. Serrantino said he just followed him to the airport. He took off in his jet about two minutes ago. It looks like tonight was a bust. I'm going to let the other guys know." He sent the text out and a few of the men headed for the door. Tank stood up as well and said "I'm going back to the hotel to watch HBO. Lula isn't here to steal the remote and eat all the snacks."

The three of us knew that he really just wanted to head back to call Lula and check in. For someone who looked like him, with his big frame and intimidating demeanor, he was a big teddy bear and he was 100% wrapped around Lula's little finger. Tank looked back at Lester as he was leaving, "You coming with bro? You have to wake up and be in the gym at the ass crack of dawn for hitting on, Bomber, remember?" He said with a chuckle.

Lester looked at Ranger and Ranger raised one eyebrow back at him. "You can stay out with us if you want, but 6am is going to come early for you, buddy."

Lester seemed to weigh both options and it took him about .5 seconds to decide that staying to watch the scantily clad women dance around was the more favorable option. "I'm staying, but not with you two. I'm getting myself a private show," He said, wiggling his eye brows and heading towards a voluptuous woman with big golden curls and a soft smile. They were gone before I looked back in their direction.

"And then there were two," Ranger said in a whisper, looking deep into my eyes. I felt the lust building up more and more inside me. Just then, one of the dancers sauntered right up to us and looked a little too hungrily at Ranger as she introduced herself. "I'm Meredith." She said in a velvety voice. "Care to join me one of the private rooms?" She was petite, but thick in all the right areas. Her long, black hair fell down over her breasts and she had big, grey eyes that were full and set right on Ranger.

I was almost baffled at what was happening right in front of me, until I realized she was raking her eyes up and down me now. "I have a special for couples."

Ranger and I looked at each other for a long moment and he seemed to be searching my face for a reaction. I couldn't think of a reason to say no, other than the fact that I could already feel a bubble of jealousy rise up, imagining Ranger being aroused by another woman stripping and gyrating to a sultry song just inches away from him. At the same time though, I could appreciate another woman's beauty and it might be exciting. A slow smile crept up my lips and Ranger looked weary. "You sure, babe?"

That was all I needed to hear. The way he said that, said so much more. I kissed his cheek, let my warm breath fall on the sensitive area right between his ear and his neck and whispered, "As long as you're leaving with me, Batman."

"Lead the way," I told Meredith. She smiled and winked at me.

"Follow me," she replied.

We followed her to a dark hallway with a handful of doors and she told us to go into room 3 and she would meet us inside shortly. Ranger held the door open for me and turned to face me once it was shut. "Babe, what are we doing in here? The only woman I want to see wearing nothing but heels is you." The look on his face mimicked his words. He clutched my sides and pulled me into him for a kiss. His tongue danced with mine and it felt like the temperature in the room was 102 degrees. Thirty seconds later we were interrupted by Meredith. She knowingly smiled at us and took our hands to sit us down on the couch. "Just enjoy," she said, right before dimming the lights. Music came on over the speakers and Meredith started to move her body the beat, slowly peeling off the first few layers of her outfit. I couldn't look away as she unbuttoned her corset. The self consciousness and uneasiness I had expected to feel never came and for a few minutes I was mesmerized by her graceful but sexy movements. Before I knew it, she was wearing nothing but a pair of silk panties and high heels. I tried sneaking a quick glance at Ranger but I was caught, he was looking right at me.

My hand was still in his and he gave it a little squeeze. We watched Meredith a little more and she seemed to focus on me. I hadn't expected a lap dance but she started grinding on top of me, her firm breasts right in my face. She danced a little more and then moved farther back, slowly starting to shimmy out of her out of her panties. That's when Ranger slipped three crisp 100 dollar bills onto the couch and she smiled knowingly and slipped out of the room. He pulled me up and onto his lap so I was facing him.

"How about a drink, babe?" Ranger said, handing me one of the two champagne glasses sitting on the table next to us.

I took a sip and then another and started grinding my bottom into his lap, trying to stay in time with the music like Meredith had. Ranger closed his eyes and let out a low moan. In one swift movement he had me laid down on the couch, his body resting in between my thighs. He pulled me in for a deep kiss, stirring the fire that was burning deep inside me. His hands were filled with my hair and I wrapped my legs around his waist. After a few minutes of rubbing up against each other, I felt like I was about to burst. Ranger slipped his hand between my thighs and felt the wetness soaking through my panties. "Babe, it's time to go back to the hotel," he breathed heavily.