Page 3 of Razor's Property

“You know, if you need something stronger than a drink, I’ve got some”—the waitress leans in close to my ear—“meth in the back.”

The fuck?What the fuck is she doing with that shit? And where the hell did she get it?

“I’m good, doll. Curious though, if I ever wanted to get my hands on some, who’d I have to talk to?”

I’m hoping she’ll enlighten me on who the fuck has come into my town, trying to push their shit on these girls. Not on my fucking watch they don’t. It’s the one thing us Savage Knights have no tolerance for: drugs.

“There’s a regular that comes in every once in a while. If you ever need me to get you some, I can? I’d only up-charge you a kiss. And maybe a good hard fuck.” She glances down at my crotch. I can’t even fake the flattery, given the fact that my girl is working in a club where some drug scum is pushing his shit. I want to blow a fucking fuse.

There’s suddenly a loud commotion in the crowd and my attention snaps to see what the fuck is going on. The bouncers are moving in, grabbing onto some asshole who’s trying to climb his way up on the stage and get to Kensy. I nearly bolt from my seat to take care of the shit myself, but they’ve got him locked down and dragged off before I can react. Suddenly, another drunken asshole comes from the other side, seizing the opportunity to get to her while no one’s looking. I’m out of my seat and stalking over, but two more bouncers move in before I get to him. Locking his ass down and hauling him out of the place.

I look up at the stage and Kensy’s being escorted to the back by another two giant thugs. Jesus, this place has a lot of guard dogs. That should alleviate some of the tension, but it doesn’t. It makes me want to tear the place to shreds and get her somewhere safe.

“You guys need to lock your shit down,” roars the announcer. “I won’t have my best girl getting hurt. Now, seeing as you can’t control yourselves, I’m putting her away for the night. But if you want to see her again, you best apologize with those Benjaminsyou’ve got in your pockets. The girls will be coming around to collect your apologies. And you better fucking grovel.”

Motherfucker! I’d bet a million bucks Kensy won’t see a dime of that so-called apology money. It fucking pisses me off. This is not where she belongs. She belongs in a castle being pampered like a princess, not being peddled like a whore.

I pull out another Benjamin, dropping it on the waitress’s tray as I storm out of the place. I need to leave before I make a stupid move. I’m one man and they have the place lined with bouncers, which means I won’t get past them to get to her. I’ll have to wait. Catch her when she’s heading out. Good news is she won’t be dancing for these fuckers again tonight.

Or ever again. Because like hell I’m going to stand by and let her degrade herself like this. As soon as I’m done with her, she’s going to be putting in her notice.

2

Kensington

“You ready, Angel?”

I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready to go home in my life.

The guys were crazy tonight. Not sure what was in those drinks, but they were coming at me from every angle. It freaked me out a little, but I was thankful all the guys saved me. Now, I understand why they have so many bodyguards in this place. They need them.

“Yep, I’m all set.” I nod, grabbing my bag.

I’m still upset he didn’t give me the tips he collected on behalf of the men’s poor behavior tonight. I heard from the girls it was quite a lot of money. But Barker said it was payment for his men. Their tip for the headache of having to deal with my fans. Which means my takeaway for the night was only nine hundred. And unless I earn double that the rest of the week, I’m going to be short the money I need to pay the bank on Friday.

Barker holds the door for us and Kitty kisses his cheek as she walks out. I start to follow her, throwing him a good night and a forced smile as I walk by him.

“Don’t I get a kiss good night?”

The doorway is suddenly blocked by his arm, and my stomach locks up.

The last thing I want to do is kiss his smarmy ass. He’s a snake dressed in a fine Italian suit with too much gel in his hair and chains too big hanging around his neck. I think the real reason he didn’t give me that money tonight is because I refuse to fuck him. I lied and told him I have a boyfriend, and his response was an evil laugh. “No good man would let his woman strip in my club,”he sneered. He let me go, but I could see the wicked gleam in his eyes, like it’s only a matter of time before he strikes.

If it wasn’t for the fact that I’m desperate for this money, I’d quit. But this man has literally put food on my table when I’ve been living off cereal and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the last year. I need this job. And I need to stay on his good side.

I lean up and give him a quick kiss on the cheek but find myself wrapped in his arms and pressed against his chest. “One of these days I’m going to get myself a real one.” He brushes his mouth against my cheek, planting one right beside my lips. “Maybe then I’ll be willing to increase your cut.”

God, he’s such a snake. But the good news is that even with his slimy ways, I’ve still been bringing in over a thousand a night. It’s crazy how much these men shell out to see a naked pair of boobs.

“I’m not sure how my boyfriend would feel about that, Barker. But I’m flattered.” My mother taught me never to bite the hand that feeds me, so my objective is to continue to butter him up until the day I can tell his slimy ass to fuck off.

“We both know there is no boyfriend, Angel. Kitty told me the truth.” His whisper sends a shiver down my spine followed by irritation. Kitty’s supposed to have my back. I don’t understand why she would inform him of my love life. “But I like a girl who plays hard to get.” He waggles his brow. “Turns me the fuck on. Now, get on out of here so you can get your beauty sleep. Need you ready for tomorrow night. After what the guys paid for you tonight, they’ll be ready for a good show, so you better be on point.”

He releases me, giving me a smirk and a smack on my ass on my way out the door. I quickly rush to catch up with Kitty, fear and anger chasing me with every step. I just have to fend him off for a few months and then I won’t have to work in this place anymore. When I hear Kitty talking to someone around the corner, my feet slow.

“I knew you’d change your mind.” I hear Kitty’s seductive voice. “Your place or mine?”

I wonder how that’s supposed to work. She’s my ride home. My car is in the shop until I can afford to fix it, so Kitty’s been sweet enough to drive me. Though, she wasn’t sweet enough to keep my personal life a secret. I wonder what else she’s told Barker. I wonder if he’s aware of how desperate I am for the money. If he knows what kind of debt I’m in, he may use that to manipulate me further.

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