Page 28 of Fang
“Good. Go get ready for your next dance.”
For a split second I contemplate staying. For some reason I want to see what he’s going to do to the asshole. As tempting as it is, though, to stay, I do as I’m told.
“You okay?” Happy asks as he falls into step next to me.
“I’m fine.”
“I’m sorry I wasn’t there sooner. Baby spilled a drink down my back right when you finished.”
“You’re fine. It’s not a big deal,” I say with a weak smile.
It is a big deal, though. By the time I get back to the locker room, I’m questioning everything.
The only good thing about this place is Fang and knowing that if I need something, the club would step in and help. Otherwise, this place is my worst nightmare come to life.
While I don’t mind the dancing in general, I hate the eyes on me. I hate the fact that taking my clothes off for married men and dancing is how I earn my income. It makes me feel gross. I hate the girls I work with and how they are willing to do anything for a dollar.
I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
At my vanity, I lean forward and look at myself in the mirror. The fear and disgust are clear as day in my eyes. My skin is paler than when I went out onstage.
Shit. I look like death.I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
I should walk away. Maybe get a job at a fancy restaurant. One that tips out the ass. Maybe I should go find Fang and put in my two weeks.
No, you can’t do that. Not until you have another job lined up.
Let’s be honest, though, I won’t leave. Not anytime soon. Not unless something else happens. My hands are tied until I graduate. Once I have that piece of paper, I can walk away.
One question keeps rolling through my mind, though.
Will I make it that long, or will this job kill me before I make it that far?
Lights are turned on all the way so it’s as bright as a supermarket in the club. A whistle cuts through the air, making everyone turn toward the bar.
“It’s closing time, gentlemen. I don’t care where you go, but you can’t stay here! Pay your tab and get the fuck out,” Erin says through a megaphone.
The crowd groans, but they start to move.
Late nights are just part of the MC life. Something I’m more than used to at this point, but by the time the club closes at night, I’m fucking beat. I don’t know what’s different between the clubhouse and here, but there’s definitely something.
Either that or I’m getting old.
Moving behind the bar, I grab a wet rag and move to wipe down the tables and chairs. Anything to get out of here just a little bit faster.
“You good, brother?” Happy asks as he comes up next to me.
I shake my head. “I’m good.”
“What was it you needed me to do?”
“Savage called and asked if I could spare you. Something about the cameras at the back of the tire shop not being on or being blocked?”
He frowns. “Yeah, I can take off once I help get the girls to their cars.”
I shake my head before he even finishes. “Nah, head out now. I got it.”
“Are you sure?”
