Page 5 of Cold Foot Revenge
Something felt off in this town now.
This was not the place he remembered.
Dylan would do what she had begged, and leave…for tonight.
That dancer knew something about the night Garret had been Turned. He knew she did. How else did she know him by name?
Who was going to kill him if they knew he was here? Garret’s Maker?
Dylan stepped around the dumpster and slunk into the shadows to avoid the cameras, like Wolf Mask had instructed.
He would leave for the time being, but now he had a starting point.
He just needed to track down Wolf Mask when she wasn’t working.
Chapter Two
Roxy tried to expel the nerves by shaking out her hands.
“What the fuck happened?” Leech asked, and Roxy startled hard. He’d been lurking around the corner by the bar.
“With what?” she grumbled, making her way to talk to Nick to order another shot. She needed an excuse to take a break and get her head on straight.
“With that guy? Why aren’t you dancing for him?”
“None of your business—ow!” she yelped as he yanked her around by her upper arm.
His grip was steel, and his eyes were blazing orange. His face was mere inches from hers and his breath was hot in her face as he asked, “What are you doing?”
Fear didn’t fix anything, and showing fear in the Grit-Bron Crew could get a little coyote like her killed. Roxy clenched her teeth and yanked her arm out of his hand. “That guy was too gropey and he wanted the full service.”
“So?”
“So, I don’t do full-service.”
“Then why did you take him back there in the first place?” he barked. “You could’ve let Angel have him. You were the one up his ass.”
“Because rent is due,” she gritted out. “I just wanted to give a lap dance.”
Shifters could hear lies, it was true, but Leech was drunk already and clearly wasn’t paying attention. If she did half-truths, she could get away with it right now. The bear shifter was too on-edge because Grave was due to visit any moment now. Grave was Alpha. Grave was hard to please and would find something wrong with the Rabbit Hole tonight. Grave alwaystook his frustrations out on the Crew, most of all, Leech. In second place? A little coyote shifter who used to date Grave. Her.
“Look, we’re both screwed tonight,” she said low. “Take a shot with me. It’ll make the ass-whooping go down easier.”
Leech’s nostrils flared and he glanced at the door, then back to her. She thought he’d been nice when she’d first met him, but she got tricked easily by men. That and Grave brought out the worst in everyone.
Leech hesitated.
“The only person that lost lap dance hurt was me,” she said, jamming her thumb toward the hallway that housed the private rooms. “I need the money.”
Leech’s sigh turned into a growl. “How much are you short on rent? I’ll tell Grave.”
Roxy grinned. “A million dollars.”
“Fuck off,” he muttered, gesturing to Nick to get them a couple drinks.
“Worth a try. Besides,” she said on a more serious note, “I don’t take handouts, and you know it.”
“Stubborn.”
