Page 23 of A Dirty Business
She sat up, her face brightening. “Really?”
“Tip money helps with rent.”
She shuddered, nodding. “You don’t have to say that again. Sorry to put you in this spot. I’m a bit desperate.”
I shook my head. “No spot that you’re putting me in. If I can help, I’m helping.” I sent off my text right after that.
Jess:You still looking for any extra girls to carry around the shot trays?
Anthony:Please tell me you know someone, and yes. Immediately. Tonight.
Jess:Pay?
Anthony:You know what they get paid. Tips are theirs, but it’s the standard rate.
Jess:She’s my roommate.
He didn’t respond.
That would complicate things.
Anthony:I’ll hire her, but you have to promise not to go batshit on a customer if the guys don’t move fast enough for you.
I grinned.
Jess:I won’t unless they’re taking their sweet ass time.
Anthony:Fuck. Fine. She’s a little thing, isn’t she?
Jess:Yes.
Anthony:She can start today. 4:30 my office.
I lifted my gaze. “You got a job.”
She squealed, coming around to throw her arms around my shoulders. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I could just kiss you.” She smacked her lips to my cheek and gave me another hug/shake before returning to her seat. Her cheeks were all flushed. “When do I start?”
I checked the time. “You got three hours.”
“What?!”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
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My father could barely breathe.
I was staring at Dominic West in a hospital bed. He’d been tubed, and he was unconscious. They’d had to put him in a medically induced coma because they were worried about possible brain trauma.
Ashton cursed next to me. “Jesus. Your uncle doesn’t mess around.”
I grunted. “No shit.”
It’d been a couple days since seeing him at the hotel, since Ashton and I had taken the girls and given them a whole different option in life. But there’d been radio silence from my uncle. I was now seeing why.
I got the call from the hospital an hour ago.
My dad’s body had been dumped in front of the ER. They’d said the security cameras weren’t working, so they didn’t know who dumped him off, which was a lie. My family owned the security guards at the hospital—it’s why they’d chosen this hospital—and half the staff was aware of who we were.
