Outlaw's Baby: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance

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than I’ve heard before.
    I snap my eyes around to face her. I know we didn’t exactly have a plan between us, but whatever I was thinking, it certainly wasn’t this. Does she not know anything about getting information out of people? You don’t just go in head first, like a bull in a china shop. It takes street-smarts and manipulation.
    “I’m sorry, we don’t have any girls by that name here. Now if you’d like to hire one of our dancers, we have Karma and Destiny available today…”
    Cherie doesn’t let the waitress finish. “Don’t give me that spiel. Bridgette is my sister. I haven’t seen her for months. I need…” To her obvious annoyance, her voice starts to break a little and tears fill her eyes. “I need to know where she is. I think her dancer’s name was…”
    She pauses thoughtfully for a second, and I glance over to the waitress, trying to gauge her reaction. I hope the tears are going to work. I really   don’t want to have to seduce this woman; not in front of Cherie. Plus, she has the haggard, tired look of a woman that spends too much of her time entertaining. I know a lot of the girls here have the side job of the oldest profession in the world. I wouldn’t be surprised if this woman was one of them.
    She impatiently shoves a wayward strand of dyed red hair behind her ear. I get it. These women have people asking after them all the time, and it’s the duty of the staff to ensure that no one gets close. One of the biggest dangers in this profession is odd characters becoming obsessed. That’s the sort of thing that causes bad shit to happen.
    Just as I open my mouth, to try and say anything to make it better, Cherie speaks out again.
    “Crystal!” She sounds excited that she’s finally nailed it. “Her dancer name is Crystal.”
    “I…” The waitress glances around, starting to look uncomfortable. “I can tell you when she’s in work next…” She starts to say something else before clearly thinking better of it. “I…um…I’ll just go check.”
    She suddenly scuttles off behind the bar, hopefully to consult a work schedule.
    “I guess she can’t…” I lean in towards Cherie, wanting to reassure her.
    “She can,” she says, interrupting me. “She could if she really wanted to. She knows that Bridgette is in trouble, and she knows that she should tell me what she knows. Something is holding her back.”
    “Maybe because she isn’t too sure you are who you say you are?” I don’t know why I’m defending this woman; I just need Cherie to calm down. She might be sitting here rather quietly, simmering away in her anger... But she has this burning energy surrounding her, and I’m concerned she’ll explode.
    “I can’t do this,” she says before abruptly standing up. She storms over to the bar, and I know I need to stop her before she does something really stupid.
    Before I reach her, I see one of the dancers making their way over to her and quickly whispering something in her ear. Whatever she says, it’s clearly nothing to do with business. Her words stop Cherie dead on the spot.
    For some reason, this makes me freeze, too. She’s discovered something; I just know it.
    I just don’t know what.
    I wait, my shoulders tense as I see her turn back to face me. It’s like the action is happening in slow motion, and that’s killing me. I live life in the fast lane—
    Always have done, always will—and I need to know now.
    Her bright blue eyes are shiny and panicked. Her lips are pulled inwards, pursed into a strained expression. She’s wringing her hands, tugging on her fingers, clearly stressed as hell.
    I want to rush to her side. I want to pull her in towards my body. After what feels like forever, she slowly lifts up two of her fingers, indicating two minutes.
    I want to shake my head, to tell her not to go anywhere without me. Time speeds up once more and she’s whipped away from my sight.
    Not sure what else to do, I continue my walk over to the

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