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didn’t see any point in arranging anything after that. So do you have anywhere I can stop?”
    “No, I don’t think so,” he answered stiffly.
    “What about the cellar?” one of the guys helpfully put in. “We have that whole section down there cleared out from when Trent needed somewhere to stay.”
    I swear Gideon was going to shatter his teeth with how hard he was clenching them.
    “I really don’t think…”
    “You’ll be okay with kipping in the cellar, right? It’s nothing fancy, and you’ll have to sleep on a futon, but there are no windows, so you’ll be safe from the daylight.”
    I liked these guys already. I could tell that Gideon was about to blow his top. He didn’t want me here, but it looked like his staff had worn him down.
    “Oh for fuck sake! Fine, you can sleep in the damn cellar. But I want you out of there as soon as possible. And if I get one whiff of you stepping foot out of there during the day, I will have you staked out to burn.”
    I’d just have to make sure he didn’t catch me then.  
     
    ***
     
    The cellar turned out to be better than I had expected it to be. When the guys had suggested it, I’d imaged a dark and dingy corner of a room filled to the top with kegs of beer and crates. Instead, what I stepped into was a vast and spacious room. It was located just to the left of the stairs leading down into the cellar. It was a little on the dingy side, but it was clean at least. And the futon seemed to be a new one, so that was a bonus.
    “This okay, mate?” Reese asked.
    Gideon had stormed away back to his office as soon as I’d accepted the job and promised to help train up the guys. They all seemed really keen to learn a few things from me. Though, apparently, there was another guy on the team, one I had yet to meet. I’d asked if it was his day off as I’d not spotted anyone else working the club. It turned out that this Vince was indeed working, but they had no clue as to where he was. The first thing we would have to deal with would be his behaviour. He wasn't going to be disappearing on the job when I was in charge.
    “Yeah, it’s great.”
    “Well, I’m off.” He nodded. “There is a fridge of blood down here if you ever need it. But I’ll warn you, cold, bagged blood tastes like shit.”
    “So I’ve heard.” I laughed, thinking back to a friend of mine that had once lived off the stuff. I doubted I would be trying any… ever.
    “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow night. And thanks, man. We really need some help getting this place back in shape,” he said as he disappeared out the door.
    They sure did. I was still shocked by how out of control this place was. The place had gone to pot since Gideon had taken over. He hadn’t always been the owner of this place. It was only during the last few years that Gideon had started to make a name for himself and then took out the old Master, Denton. When Denton had run the place, it had run like a well-oiled machine.
    It still surprised me – and everybody else – that Gideon had managed to take him out. We’d all thought that old bastard would always be around. That’s one of the main reasons I’d been sent here now. Something just didn’t feel right.
    Once I knew Reese was gone, and I was truly alone, I began the necessary process of checking my new home for bugs and cameras. I wouldn't have put it passed Gideon to rig something up down here while I was talking to the guys.
    After three sweeps of the room, I’d found two small cameras and one listening device. After a fourth sweep, I was satisfied that there were no others. I would need to do another sweep tomorrow after working in the club. I knew Gideon well enough to know that he would try to replace the ones I had found.
    Stripping off my shirt, I grabbed the blankets Reese had brought down for me and made myself comfortable for the day. I wouldn't go snooping around yet. I needed Gideon to have some trust in me first. I would also need to do something