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Chapter 5

Haylee

Lucian was out front with Massie waiting for her mother. That left me in the club with men that kept giving me a second glance. Maybe because I had killed three men earlier today, or perhaps because I was wearing Lucian’s hoodie—which was clearly his as it had the international president symbol on it.

I was back to cleaning jugs behind the bar when the door burst open and in stormed a blond, scanning the room.

“Where is he!” she snarled.

I hadn’t seen her around before, she mustn’t be a club girl. I knew most of them by now, but also by the way the girl dressed, I could tell she wasn’t property of the club.

One of the double black doors opened and out walked Lucian. Wait . . .. I thought he was outside with Massie.

The woman pointed a finger at him. “This is the last time that you care for her, Lucian! You hear me! I am making sure you lose your rights. After what she just told me, no sane judge would let you care for her ever again!”

Lucian was a man of few words and few expressions, that much I had worked out. But as I stared at him now, something told me his whole world revolved around that little girl.

Just the thought of him losing her sent panic across his face. I knew it wasn’t my place, but I didn’t want Lucian in trouble for something I had done.

I didn’t move around the bar heading to them because I was his property and had to. I did it because something inside me was telling me it was the right thing to do. I knew how earth-shattering it could be to someone to lose their rights.

After all, Harley had lost me to the system for a few months, and it broke him. I came back to a man that was scarred from losing me. He never let me out of his sight after that and did everything possible to protect me.

“It was me,” I said loud and clear. The woman’s eyes to snap off Lucian and on to me. “I caused everything today.”

She scoffed, “So you’re the one who knocked my daughter down and made her cut her hand?”

Massie hadn’t cut her hand, she had a splitter. But the point of saying that seemed pointless. “Yes.”

“So you are saying that my ex-husband had nothing to do with her getting hurt and you, some trashy whore, were the cause?”

I bit my tongue. If anyone had called me that before today, or before I became Lucian’s property, I would have killed them. But I couldn’t react like that here.

Lucian opened his mouth with a nasty expression on his face. I knew he was about to say something he would regret to his ex-wife, who I was sure he still had feelings for.

“Yes,” I said clearly and took a step towards her. “Lucian had nothing to do with it. If you want someone punished, it should be me. Everyone knows Lucian looks after his daughter and any harm to her, is a harm to your own personal health. So,” my voice sounded calmer than I felt, “I apologise, it won’t happen again.”

“Darn straight it won’t,” she scoffed, and turned to look at Lucian. “I want her banned from the club, and I want you at dinner with my parents Saturday night after Massie’s performance.”

I knew now was my time to leave, so I turned and left. The woman wouldn’t get her wish of banning me from the club, not till I fulfilled my debt. But I knew Lucian would make sure I was out of eyesight when she was around.

I paused about to take the stairs up and looked out the side window, and I saw Massie in the car. But that wasn’t the alarming part.

I quickly turned, rushing past Lucian and his ex-wife, accidently knocking her shoulder. She immediately started to yell at me, but I was making a beeline for outside. I just made it out when Massie flicked the car keys on and started the car up.

I don’t know why, but I understood her reaction. I would have done the same.

She had tears streaming down her face. And just as she was about to lock the doors, I slid into the passenger seat.

“Massie, don’t do it,” I said firmly as she put the car into drive. She could see over the steering wheel, having been given the height from her parents. For a ten-year-old, she sure did attract drama.

Lucian and Massie’s mother were outside now, and so were most of the club. Might have something to do with the fact that Massie’s mother shouted that she was going to kill me for touching her.

The boys would have wanted to see a showdown.

But they had come out to a different type of show and that was a ten-year-old revving the engine, and the car pointed at a brick wall. She already had the car in drive, which meant we would be going at full speed into a brick wall, if she lifted her foot to the accelerator.

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