Page 56 of Fang
“I’m nineteen, actually.”
Before she can ask me anything else, a brunette chick dressed a lot more reasonably pushes her way to the bar.
“Can you believe that he is letting them play strip pool in the other room? Not that I have a problem with them having fun, but that pool table cost a lot of money to get redone. If one of those fuckers gets cum on it, I swear to God I will be snipping balls.” The woman looks at me. “Oh, sorry. Hi. Who are you here with?”
“Oh, I guess no one? Happy told me Fang wanted me here.”
Her eyes light with understanding as she takes in my outfit. “I think he meant in your club clothes, honey. I have something you could probably make work. I don’t want you getting in trouble.”
“Oh, thanks. I appreciate the offer, but I don’t do stuff like that, and if that’s what Fang was wanting, he’s about to get a piece of my mind,” I tell her.
She snorts. “Good for you, honey. I’m Bailey.”
“Cami,” I tell her, shaking her hand.
“I saw Fang over that way earlier. You could try for him there,” Viv tells me.
“Thanks.”
I leave them both feeling awkward. Here I was thinking that Fang and I were dating only to find out he invited a lot of the girls here for his friends. Maybe I should ask Bailey about cutting off balls. I think I might need to learn how.
I start to weave my way through people, keeping my face down to avoid attention. I look in the room Bailey said they were playing pool and have regrets. She wasn’t wrong about bodily fluids on the table. If I were them, I would be scared, though. That woman didn’t seem to make idle threats.
I check another area where tons of people are dancing, but still no Fang.
I decide I will check out back, and if I don’t find him, I’m going home. He can fuck himself.
When I step outside, I find the fire he told me about surrounded by a bunch of guys. They are all wearing jackets and cuts, so I can’t really tell the difference between them all. I’m looking for that adorably messy hair he always has when someone grabs my arm.
“There you are, Killa Kam. I was hoping I would see you tonight.”
I swallow hard as I recognize him.
It’s the asshole from the club. The one who thought I was club property, which meant he was entitled to me. It seems to me he has only gotten drunker and meaner.
“Let me go,” I hiss at him.
“There’s no saving you now. Happy isn’t here now, is he? If you were sent here, it means you are a club girl now. So whydon’t you get down on your knees and show me what a good club girl you are?” He grabs his junk.
“Not in this lifetime.” I try to yank my arm from him, but he doesn’t budge.
I’m feeling trapped. I hate that I’m a woman. I hate that men see me as something they can do with what they please.
“Oh, honey. I think it’s cute you think you have a choice. You see this here?” He points to his Lotus patch. “This says that I am a full-fledged member of this club, which means if the club sent you here to take care of us, that means me too. So are you going to get on your knees now or do I have to force you?”
Fuck the consequences, I’m about to scream. If Fang fires me, then good for him. In this moment, I’m strongly considering quitting. I don’t want to work for anyone who would put me in this position.
“Hard way it is.” He goes to raise his hand, causing me to panic.
My breaths come faster as the familiar fear settles into my bones. I fucking hate it. I wish I were stronger. I wish I could resist the urge to crumble, but I don’t and I can’t. I’m stuck, held hostage by this trauma Barbara dumped on me.
Fucking Barbara.
I close my eyes, letting myself find that place. The one that has always helped me detach from my being. Then I wait for the pain that will come because the pain always comes.
It never stops.
I got the call she was there the moment she came through the gates. I tried to meet her out front, but by the time I was able to get through the crowd, she was gone.
