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of the office and knelt before it.
She typed in her numbers on the keypad and tugged at the small metal door. It groaned at her as she tugged it open, the smell of weed rising up to greet her. Money, drugs, I.D.'s and guns were all safely tucked away for a time such as this. She pulled out her pistol and some ammo, sliding the gun into the back of her jeans and tucking the ammo in her back pocket. She closed the safe and stood, Marcus breathing down her neck.
"I need my glock back. Fucking cops," she mumbled and moved toward him, his stare pinning her in place for a minute.
"Goddammit, Kate. These aren't people like Shady and me. They are from another place and respect amongst you and them has yet to be established. Listen to me... they are not coming to see what you're made of, they are coming to tell you what you get to do and what you won't be doing. Get outta here and just let me deal with them." He pulled her face into his large palms, and looked down at her with foreign emotion. "Please..."
She laughed and it fell flat. A knock resounded at the back door and she pulled from him, moving toward it. "I'm not that girl, Marcus. You've domesticated me in your mind. Shame really."
He moved in behind her, a soft growl coming from him. "Dammit."
She pressed the door open and stepped out into the late afternoon, the alley empty save for one man, his body large like Marcus, his look humored at best.
"This is my club and my place. You're not welcome here, so back the fuck up, because I won't." She might be small, but men were subject to pain just like the rest of the world and she knew exactly where to get him to teach the mother fucker a lesson that he wouldn't soon forget.
CHAPTER NINE
Kate
He was at least six foot eight and weighed more than two hundred and fifty pounds. His head was bald and tattoos ran down his neck, disappearing into his black Metallica t-shirt.
He smiled, and held up his hands as she reached for her gun, hesitating as a warning to him. He shook his head and took another step toward her as Marcus held up his hand.
"That's far enough, man. Stay where you are and say what you came to say. She ain't in the mood to be pushed around and I never will be." Marcus crossed his arms over his large chest as Kate moved another step toward the threat.
"Hold up there, pretty girl." The man spoke, his voice deep and raspy like he had glass for breakfast. "I'm only here to talk. Don't pull your gun on me or my marching orders will shift to something less than pleasant."
Kate growled and touched the base of her gun, but didn't pull it out. She didn't want a fight, but she was most certainly not backing down from anything related to what was and wasn't happening at her club, in her world.
"Don't tell me what to do with my gun at my fucking club. Got it?"
Marcus stepped up beside her and pressed his arm to hers. "What do you want? I've already explained to your boss on the phone that nothing was said to the cops about what happened, namely because we don't know the details. You guys ran off far too fast and we don't know any of you. Nothing else to say really."
The large man nodded and shifted his dark gaze back to Kate, his eyes moving across her body as if undressing her and imagining all the ways to make her scream. She steeled her resolve, her teeth locking together as she glared at him.
"We hear you loud and clear, but seeing as Katelyn was the one to talk with the cops about us..."
"Kate," she barked at him. He had a few more minutes to pussyfoot around before she pulled her gun and waved him off, threat or promise, she wasn't in the mood for being manhandled emotionally by some new two-bit crack dealer’s yard boy.
He laughed and winked at her. "I like you. So seeing as Kate was the one that talked with the cops, my boss just wanted me to stop by and talk directly with her. We're new here and looking to make friends. Your club is known for being the kind of place our clients hang out in. We
She typed in her numbers on the keypad and tugged at the small metal door. It groaned at her as she tugged it open, the smell of weed rising up to greet her. Money, drugs, I.D.'s and guns were all safely tucked away for a time such as this. She pulled out her pistol and some ammo, sliding the gun into the back of her jeans and tucking the ammo in her back pocket. She closed the safe and stood, Marcus breathing down her neck.
"I need my glock back. Fucking cops," she mumbled and moved toward him, his stare pinning her in place for a minute.
"Goddammit, Kate. These aren't people like Shady and me. They are from another place and respect amongst you and them has yet to be established. Listen to me... they are not coming to see what you're made of, they are coming to tell you what you get to do and what you won't be doing. Get outta here and just let me deal with them." He pulled her face into his large palms, and looked down at her with foreign emotion. "Please..."
She laughed and it fell flat. A knock resounded at the back door and she pulled from him, moving toward it. "I'm not that girl, Marcus. You've domesticated me in your mind. Shame really."
He moved in behind her, a soft growl coming from him. "Dammit."
She pressed the door open and stepped out into the late afternoon, the alley empty save for one man, his body large like Marcus, his look humored at best.
"This is my club and my place. You're not welcome here, so back the fuck up, because I won't." She might be small, but men were subject to pain just like the rest of the world and she knew exactly where to get him to teach the mother fucker a lesson that he wouldn't soon forget.
CHAPTER NINE
Kate
He was at least six foot eight and weighed more than two hundred and fifty pounds. His head was bald and tattoos ran down his neck, disappearing into his black Metallica t-shirt.
He smiled, and held up his hands as she reached for her gun, hesitating as a warning to him. He shook his head and took another step toward her as Marcus held up his hand.
"That's far enough, man. Stay where you are and say what you came to say. She ain't in the mood to be pushed around and I never will be." Marcus crossed his arms over his large chest as Kate moved another step toward the threat.
"Hold up there, pretty girl." The man spoke, his voice deep and raspy like he had glass for breakfast. "I'm only here to talk. Don't pull your gun on me or my marching orders will shift to something less than pleasant."
Kate growled and touched the base of her gun, but didn't pull it out. She didn't want a fight, but she was most certainly not backing down from anything related to what was and wasn't happening at her club, in her world.
"Don't tell me what to do with my gun at my fucking club. Got it?"
Marcus stepped up beside her and pressed his arm to hers. "What do you want? I've already explained to your boss on the phone that nothing was said to the cops about what happened, namely because we don't know the details. You guys ran off far too fast and we don't know any of you. Nothing else to say really."
The large man nodded and shifted his dark gaze back to Kate, his eyes moving across her body as if undressing her and imagining all the ways to make her scream. She steeled her resolve, her teeth locking together as she glared at him.
"We hear you loud and clear, but seeing as Katelyn was the one to talk with the cops about us..."
"Kate," she barked at him. He had a few more minutes to pussyfoot around before she pulled her gun and waved him off, threat or promise, she wasn't in the mood for being manhandled emotionally by some new two-bit crack dealer’s yard boy.
He laughed and winked at her. "I like you. So seeing as Kate was the one that talked with the cops, my boss just wanted me to stop by and talk directly with her. We're new here and looking to make friends. Your club is known for being the kind of place our clients hang out in. We
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