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Walk past this line you’ll lose a leg

“Hey,” I call out, trying to get her attention, but she continues chewing her gum, blowing a bubble.

“Yeah?”

“I have a meeting today. You letting me in or what?” I ask bored, not really trying to push it because I personally don’t care if she lets me in or not. If I get turned around, I can just say I couldn’t get in. I don’t give a fuck about being here anyway.

“Name?” she mutters uncaring, not even pulling out a list, and I smirk at this brazen bitch.

“Frank,” I tell her and the bubble pops as she curls her lip in disgust.

“Who the hell has a name like Frank in today’s world?” she sneers, finally looking up at me and her eyes go wide as fuck,nearly bulging out of her skull as she falls back on the crate she’s sitting on, phone shattering as she scrambles, bowing before me.

“M-My Lord… I… it’s an honor to b-bask in your glorious presence!” she trembles and I frown.Who the fuck is the bitch again?

I know I haven’t fucked her. I’d remember that fucked up attitude, but I can’t recall… yet as she bows and cowers before me, I can’t help but feel as if we’ve met somewhere.

“What’s all the commotion ab—” A man taller than me by a few inches comes out. He has sleek black hair, a stoney face with one brown eye and the other white with a scar over it.

He looks like he wants to say something, but someone steps up next to me and I turn to see the blind asshole I was hoping to avoid. I look back to see he drove, but he’s got bandages over his eyes.How the fuck?

“Hey asshole! How the fuck did you drive when you can’t see?” I ask, curiosity getting the best of me, but he smirks, placing his hands in his pockets, not answering.

This asshole unnerves me. From the moment I met him, I didn’t like him. It’s the same with this bitch before me and the mother fucker at the door who’s looking from me to the girl cowering on the ground who just peeked up and let out another squeal after seeing the blind bastard.

“Interesting…”I don’t like him…“Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Venom, owner of ILLICIT. I know the contract stated you both would have a probationary period when the club opens, but my instincts tell me that won’t be necessary. Thus, ifit’s not too much to ask, I’d like to hire you both on the spot with a lucrative advance, of course,” he states and I raise a brow.

“I don?—”

“I’ll do it,” the blind bastard states, mouth set in a fine line, and the mouth of the snake bastard at the door ticks up in a smile. “Good, good. And you?” He turns to me and I raise brow.

“I need to see if it’s something my wife will divorce me over…” I shrug and he the blind bastard turns his head, cocking it, and I can feel him looking at me.How the fuck…?

“You’re married?” he frowns and I smile, rocking on my heels.

“Yup. To the most beautiful woman in the stratosphere,” I brag and he huffs.

“To think a pervert would get married before me… the world reallymustbe coming to an end,” he mutters and I narrow my eyes, ready to throat punch him when Venom throws his head back in laughter.

“Damn, who would have thought something this interesting would happen in history? This will be the most talked about time yet,” he steps aside, opening the door wide, and my brows knit together, intuitively knowing something’s not right here, though it’s not harmful.

My throat starts to itch and my head gets a slow throb…

The door to the shed, which is the size of a small church is wide the fuck open. However, even though it’s bright as fuck and I should be able to see inside… I see nothing. Not a board, not a speck of dust, not an ant.

The blind bastard goes still next to me as well with a sour look on his face, as if he can also sense something isn’t right.

“So?” Venom cocks his head to the side, goading the both of us. I sigh, tired of standing out here anyway, so I step forward at the same time as the blind bastard and we enter together.

Chapter 20

Benched

JESSICA

“Benched! I’ve been fucking benched! Are you kidding me?!” I plop down and Tek pats my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

“You’re not benched. Coach just wants you to take it easy. You were a bit off on the field today,” he tells me, but his words make me feel worse.

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