Page 37 of Cold Foot Revenge
Jealously was an ugly emotion, and Dylan hadn’t felt this in years.
That guy was wrong. Roxy wasn’t some decoy dragging him into the middle of the Rabbit Hole. On the contrary, she’d dragged him directly out of there as soon as she’d figured out who he was. She wasn’t like that guy thought. She probably wasn’t like how anyone in this town assumed.
Dylan made a tick sound behind his teeth and stood, then left. He needed to meet up with Andrew, but all he could think about was going to the Rabbit Hole to see Roxy, and make sure she was okay.
This town was getting to him.
Chapter Nine
It had been a long time since Roxy had felt this kind of hope.
She’d made two thousand dollars tonight. Two. Thousand. Dollars.
She’d made her way to the front stage without permission and ignored Grave barking out to get to the back. Fuck him. She’d done four private dances tonight and been paid for those in hundred-dollar bills.
She had a full money pouch in her bag for the first time in a long time, and a feeling of urgent determination swelling inside of her chest.
She was going to free herself.
She was really going to free herself, and two thousand dollars was a damn good start.
She could pay her late rent, and get some food in her pantry, and pay the electric and water bill on time this month, but she wouldn’t be making a payment to Grave. She was done with this. She’d repaid his loan back and was just coasting on interest now. That was a game, just like the resumes he’d saved for some reason she would never understand. Was he hoping she would find them? Was he hoping she would realize how trapped she was? Or was he just so cocky he thought he would never get caught. Or more likely, he didn’t give a shit if she found out or not. He’d kept those resumes as a trophy.
She was done paying that asshole. This two thousand would pay up her bills, and then pay to break her lease, and be the start of a nest egg so she could get the hell away from here.
Roxy just needed a few more nights like this one, and she was making a run for it.
Just a few days, and she would free herself.
A smile took her lips, and God it felt so good.
“Hell of a night,” Lucky called as she made her way out the back door of the Rabbit Hole, trying to avoid Grave and the guys.
Roxy’s grin grew bigger. “Not bad at all.”
Two thousand dollars!
She could do this.
She could do a big push this week and then toss this coyote mask in the trash on her last day and never look back.
Dylan’s world was so tempting to her. She wanted that. She just had to figure out a way to get it, and this was it—one last push.
She was still smiling to herself when she rounded the building and saw Grave leaning against her car.
Shhhoot.
She skittered to a stop in the gravel, the smile fading in an instant.
“Hey pretty girl,” he called, pushing off her car. “We need to talk.”
Roxy slid her hand into the side of her bag but didn’t find her keys there. She felt all around it, and then opened the big part of her bag, rifling through it as she approached slowly.
“Looking for these?” Grave asked, his deep voice echoing across the parking lot. He held up her keys. She could tell they were hers from here, because she had this shiny purple bear paw bottle opener on it, and it dangled from his fingertip.
His eyes were bright orange and glowing, which said one thing—his inner grizzly bear was worked up.
“How did you get my keys?” she demanded, trying to sound brave.
