Read Online Blame It on the Shame (Blame It on the Shame: Lou-Lou and Ricardo's Story #1) by Ashley Jade - Free Book Online
Authors: Ashley Jade
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Lucianna and I think it would be a good idea to hire a ring girl.”
He throws his napkin down and flicks a hand in my direction. “ Her opinion doesn't even count!” he yells. “The fight club is no place for a woman. It's dangerous.”
“We'll hire additional security,” Bruno argues.
“It's still not enough.”
“So make sure you protect the girl I hire.”
Bruno latches on to my waist and sits up in his seat. “You know it's a good business move. Our major demographic at the fight club is male. And we have more bet's coming in and more people watching the fights than ever before. We need some kind of eye candy.”
Ricardo appears to think about this for a moment. “Fine,” he says. “I don't like it, but I suppose you have a point. But the second someone attacks one of those girls, it's done and I don't want to hear another word about it.”
“Girl,” Bruno says.
Ricardo cocks an eyebrow. “What?”
“We only need one girl.”
“Okay,” Ricardo says before taking a sip of his water.
“And my bambina here is just the right girl for the job.”
My jaw drops and Ricardo chokes on his water. “You can't be serious. We need a professional.”
“She is a professional,” Bruno declares.
Ricardo flashes a smile in my direction, showcasing his bright white teeth. I'm willing to bet he paid good money for them considering how perfect they are. “Oh, I'm sure she's a professional, alright. Just not the kind we need down at the club.”
My cheeks flush and I narrow my eyes at him. I can't believe this douchebag just insinuated that I was some kind of call girl.
“How dare you!” I scream while Bruno smirks.
“It's a done deal, she's hired,” Bruno says.
Ricardo pushes his chair back. “Look, no offense to your girlfriend here...and I use that term loosely. But the last thing we need is some jail bait Lindsay Lohan holding cue cards up in all her drunken glory at the club.” His expression turns serious. “She'll get eaten alive. Someone will take advantage of her in her inebriated state and I won't have that on my conscience.”
“She's clean,” Bruno says. “It won't be a problem.”
Ricardo snorts. “She just downed almost two bottles of wine by herself in one sitting. She's barely over 100lbs.”
He stands up and points at me. “Not to mention, she's got more tracks running down her arms than the Long Island Railroad.” He fixes his intense gaze on me and I feel myself shrink down. “I don't know who you think you're fooling, honey...but it's sure as hell, not me.”
Bruno nudges me off his lap. “She's been clean for over two months. She hasn't gone near the stuff.” His eyes darken. “Now, she's hired and that's the end of it. You will take her back to the city with you, tonight .”
“What?” I screech at the same time Ricardo yells, “ Fuck , no.”
Bruno looks at me. “I've already had Marlene pack your things. And your car has been transported to the parking lot of the apartment complex where I've rented an apartment for you. It's in the same complex as Ricardo's.”
I step back, the impact of what he's doing smacking me in the chest. He never discussed any of this with me, not once. Which can only mean one thing.
“You—” I pause and try to gather my bearings. “You're kicking me out?”
Marlene returns to the dining room and smiles from ear to ear.
My hands fly to my face and I force the tears to stay back. I always thought I'd feel relieved if he ever decided this was a done deal, but all I feel is rejected by the only man who's ever claimed to love me. Even if his love is the kind that hurts.
“You don't want me anymore?” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I thought you love—” I don't finish that statement because I remember what happened the last time I uttered it.
Ricardo opens his mouth but snaps it shut. His eyes soften and for a moment, I see compassion swirling in them. “I'll take her with me. It won't be a
He throws his napkin down and flicks a hand in my direction. “ Her opinion doesn't even count!” he yells. “The fight club is no place for a woman. It's dangerous.”
“We'll hire additional security,” Bruno argues.
“It's still not enough.”
“So make sure you protect the girl I hire.”
Bruno latches on to my waist and sits up in his seat. “You know it's a good business move. Our major demographic at the fight club is male. And we have more bet's coming in and more people watching the fights than ever before. We need some kind of eye candy.”
Ricardo appears to think about this for a moment. “Fine,” he says. “I don't like it, but I suppose you have a point. But the second someone attacks one of those girls, it's done and I don't want to hear another word about it.”
“Girl,” Bruno says.
Ricardo cocks an eyebrow. “What?”
“We only need one girl.”
“Okay,” Ricardo says before taking a sip of his water.
“And my bambina here is just the right girl for the job.”
My jaw drops and Ricardo chokes on his water. “You can't be serious. We need a professional.”
“She is a professional,” Bruno declares.
Ricardo flashes a smile in my direction, showcasing his bright white teeth. I'm willing to bet he paid good money for them considering how perfect they are. “Oh, I'm sure she's a professional, alright. Just not the kind we need down at the club.”
My cheeks flush and I narrow my eyes at him. I can't believe this douchebag just insinuated that I was some kind of call girl.
“How dare you!” I scream while Bruno smirks.
“It's a done deal, she's hired,” Bruno says.
Ricardo pushes his chair back. “Look, no offense to your girlfriend here...and I use that term loosely. But the last thing we need is some jail bait Lindsay Lohan holding cue cards up in all her drunken glory at the club.” His expression turns serious. “She'll get eaten alive. Someone will take advantage of her in her inebriated state and I won't have that on my conscience.”
“She's clean,” Bruno says. “It won't be a problem.”
Ricardo snorts. “She just downed almost two bottles of wine by herself in one sitting. She's barely over 100lbs.”
He stands up and points at me. “Not to mention, she's got more tracks running down her arms than the Long Island Railroad.” He fixes his intense gaze on me and I feel myself shrink down. “I don't know who you think you're fooling, honey...but it's sure as hell, not me.”
Bruno nudges me off his lap. “She's been clean for over two months. She hasn't gone near the stuff.” His eyes darken. “Now, she's hired and that's the end of it. You will take her back to the city with you, tonight .”
“What?” I screech at the same time Ricardo yells, “ Fuck , no.”
Bruno looks at me. “I've already had Marlene pack your things. And your car has been transported to the parking lot of the apartment complex where I've rented an apartment for you. It's in the same complex as Ricardo's.”
I step back, the impact of what he's doing smacking me in the chest. He never discussed any of this with me, not once. Which can only mean one thing.
“You—” I pause and try to gather my bearings. “You're kicking me out?”
Marlene returns to the dining room and smiles from ear to ear.
My hands fly to my face and I force the tears to stay back. I always thought I'd feel relieved if he ever decided this was a done deal, but all I feel is rejected by the only man who's ever claimed to love me. Even if his love is the kind that hurts.
“You don't want me anymore?” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I thought you love—” I don't finish that statement because I remember what happened the last time I uttered it.
Ricardo opens his mouth but snaps it shut. His eyes soften and for a moment, I see compassion swirling in them. “I'll take her with me. It won't be a
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