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“How am I supposed to run a bar without alcohol?”
“What are you talking about, Nita?”
“I’m talking about that fucking cuntyoucontracted to supply the liquor.”
“Nita –”
“No. Don’t ‘Nita’ me. You fucked her, didn’t you? I told you not to mix –”
I grab her shoulders and give her a little shake to stop her rant.
“Calm down and tell me what happened.”
“Three days. Three days I’ve been waiting for a shipment, but she won’t deal with anyone butyou. This bitch better not play with me.”
“I’ll handle it.”
She sneers and narrows her eyes at me, and I swear I feel ten years old again. My mom died when I was six and, being my dad’s sister, she stepped up and raised my sister and me like we were hers. She always knew how to put me in my place.
“Make it quick, or you’ll have to find a new manager.”
She storms off and I just stare at my bed, knowing I won’t be getting back to it soon.So much for sleep.I grab my shirt and head to my office, adjacent to my bedroom. Nita was right. I did fuck the supplier, but she instigated it. It’s no excuse, but I thought we were on the same page in terms of expectations. It was one time, months ago, and I haven’t spoken to her since. I can bet that’s her problem. Women and their fucking feelings.
I find the contract in the filing cabinet and drop my ass in the chair. I make sure to call her business number and not her cell. Not that I could find it even if I tried. I think I tossed the piece of paper the moment I left her office.
“Cassidy Martin,” she answers, in a sing-song voice.
“Miss Martin. Gage Hunter.”
“Gage. You’re a hard man to track down.”
I can hear the smile in her voice, but I’m determined to keep this professional.
“What’s happening with my shipment?”
“Oh, I’m doing great. How are you?”
“Lose the sarcasm. My aunt says you’re three days late.”
“I haven’t heard from you. The only contact number I have is for the Pretty Kitty. This is the only way I knew I could get your attention.”
“So, you’re purposely delaying the shipment?”
“Why are you avoiding the conversation?”
“It’s not one we need to have. You knew what the deal was.”
“But Gage –” She tries to plead, but I cut her off.
“No buts. You’ve violated the agreed-upon terms and conditions of our contract, the consequence of which is that it’s now null and void. I’m taking my business elsewhere.”
“Gage –”
“Goodbye, Miss Martin.”
I hang up and search my contacts. I need a new supplier or Aunt Nita will cut off my balls. I choose the guy I was going with originally, before Cassidy fucked her way into the contract, and give him a call. After working out cost, payment, and delivery frequency, I hang up and lean back in my chair. That club is the biggest legitimate earner the MC has. I need to be more careful.
Opening the Pretty Kitty was the best decision I’ve ever made. It’s the largest strip club in the area and the next closest one is twenty miles away. It’s not some raggedy operation, either. I only offer the best – location, food, liquor, and of course, girls. I pick them personally, making sure I have a mix – tall, short, thick, skinny, big tits, small tits, ass, no ass, real hair, fake hair, and every possible ethnicity. I keep a tight rein on them, too. There’s strictly no prostitution or drugs, and I administer random drug and STD tests. I wanted the club to be as classy as an establishment like that could be. For that reason, we get a lot of businessmen. Nita was right to be angry about the shipment; drunk men do spend more than sober ones.
