Page 17 of Bratva Wolf

Red’s in the last part of her second performance. The cape is gone, and she’s parading in a G-string. Seeing her dancing around nearly naked adds to my anger. Fucking women.

The server sets down a glass and a bottle of vodka. Boris strolls over to my table. “There were two cartel guys in here earlier. I had them dealt with.”

I flick my hand up. “Go away.”

He tucks his tail and walks back to the bar as Red finishes her set. I down three glasses of vodka and stand, strolling toward the stage. Red’s picking up the money that’s dropped on the floor. Grabbing her legs, I pull her to me, and I throw her over my shoulder. I walk us around the stage and stroll through the side door to the backstage area, sitting her on her feet. “Get your shit. You’re done here.”

Her amused face morphs into shock and then anger. “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“The fuck I can’t. I run this place. You no longer work here.”

Her face falls. “I need this job to pay for school.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I’ll just get a different stripping job.” She swings her hair up and ties it in a loose knot. Her eyes meet mine and she knows I’m not kidding.

“Let’s go.” I open her locker and toss the stuff into the box I grabbed from under the table.

“I’m going back to my grandmother’s place.”

Blood rushes to my brain as I grab her, tossing her over my shoulder again, using my other hand to grab the box. “Just shut up.” Another stripper holds out her cloak, and I take it. “Say goodbye, Red.”

“My name is Scarlet.” I exit with her waving at the other strippers who have a myriad of looks from shock to amusement.

Someone yells. “Bye Scarlet.”

She kicks around on my shoulder. “Put me the fuck down, Thane.”

My hand raises above her and slaps down on her ass. “Language, Red.”

She beats her hands on my back. “You can’t do this.”

“I’ve already done it. Just accept it. You’re mine.” My cock is hard enough to bust through my pants. Her little temper tantrum is just the distraction I need. I drop her into the passenger seat of the SUV I took from the garage and toss her cape on her lap. I open the door behind her and place the box on the seat. Shutting the door, I growl. “You’re coming with me. Your car will be here in the morning.”

Her head pivots around. “You usually have one of the guys take my car.”

“Yeah. Well, I don’t have guys anymore.” I close her door and walk around to mine, opening to her raised brow and pinched face.

“What happened?”

I blow out a huge breath, feeling the weight of my stupidity crushing my soul. “Don’t worry about it.”

She frowns. “So, you can fuck me, but I’m not worth telling your troubles to. I get it.” She crosses her arms across her crumpled cape. “Just take me home.”

“I am taking you home. Our home.”

“We don’t have a home, Thane. You have a home. I’m just an easy fuck. You’ve made it clear that I don’t really matter, so no, that is not my home.”

I grumble. “I’m sorry. I’ll tell you about my night when we get to the penthouse.” Maybe.

She shakes her head. “Sure, you will. You’ll fuck me and then fall asleep, and I’ll sneak out and take an Uber to get my car at the club.”

“I’ll take you to get your car after breakfast in the morning.” My head is pounding.

“I have class, Thane. I have to be at the college by nine.”

“Okay. We’ll get up early and go to breakfast, then get your car and you can go to your class.”

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