Chapter 135
Harper had been working for almost an hour before the first Russian bikers arrived, and by then she had already decided that the universe was personally testing her patience.
The VIP section was busier than usual that night. Men came through in waves, and Harper quickly learned that not everyone who walked through those doors was there for the same reason. Some were there to discuss business with the Reapers, some had private meetings that required a quiet room and a locked door, and others had come because they wanted company for the night.
Harper had learned not to judge any of them. As long as they respected the rules of the club and paid their bills, their reasons were none of her business.
Her job was simple enough. She stood at the VIP reception desk, registered gues
