Page 19 of Fang
“I know this is a foreign concept for you, Venus, but I don’t have to spread my legs for every guy just to get something in return. Fang knows what I bring to the club, and he’s assigned Happy to me to protect his investment. While all of you are replaceable, I’m not.” I smirk.
I don’t know how, but the words come out more confidently than I actually feel. I know I’m replaceable. We all are, but sometimes you have to be a little cocky to get the point across. I know my worth, where these other bitches have none. As cruel as that sounds, it’s the truth.
Venus steps into my space and hisses, “Why you little…”
“Back up, Venus,” I warn her.
Venus’s eyes gleam. “I don’t think I will. We didn’t miss the way you reacted to the violence.”
I push her back as I take a step back. “Stay the fuck out of my face.”
I watch as her eyes narrow and she raises her hand. My body tenses as I wait for the hit, only it never comes.
“She told you to step back,” Happy grumbles.
I look over and see that he’s holding her wrist.
Venus licks her lips and tries to look seductive but fails. “Come on, Happy. Let me at her, just this once. It can be our little secret. I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”
This bitch.
She had the audacity to talk shit about Happy and his appearance, now she’s trying to seduce him to get her way? I’m not surprised in the least, but it’s fucking ridiculous.
Thankfully, Happy doesn’t fall for it, though.
He turns his head and looks at me. “You ready? It’s time to head backstage.”
Quickly, I face the mirror and pull my hair forward so it rests across my breasts. Then I pull the hood into place. My face is partially hidden within the shadows of the hood, but my lips stand out like a beacon.
Perfect.
“Let’s go,” I tell him.
Part of me wants to be petty and slam my shoulder into hers as I pass, but I don’t. I step around her and head down the hall. Soon Happy catches up and falls into step next to me.
“Say whatever it is you want to say,” I tell him when I feel him staring.
“You need to learn to stand up for yourself and not let these cunts run all over you. You don’t deserve any of their wrath.”
Don’t I, though? I’m the one they have to compete against, and let’s be honest, they don’t stand a chance. I have motivation to stay on top and earn as much money as possible. I go the extra mile to make my dances worth it. They can’t touch me because they don’t have the dedication I have.
This is their career, while this is only a stepping stone for me.
Exhaustion hits me hard. I’m tired of the constant competition. I’m tired of working myself to the bone. I’m tired of the uncertainty and doing something I hate night after night. I’m just so fucking tired.
As soon as Danny sees me, he frowns. His eyes dart to Happy for a second before he looks back at me. “You ready, Cam?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I tell him with false confidence.
When the dancer before me walks off stage, I head on up. The lights are low as I take my spot. Anticipation grows through the crowd. They all know what’s about to happen, and for some reason my nerves feel like they are going to get the best of me.
Leave.
I need to leave.
The lights come on right as the music starts. When I look up, he’s the first person I see. Everything seems to fall away. I forget about the fight and the crowd of strangers watching.
All I can see is him.
