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steaks, two potatoes, and two of everything else I could think to get. Senseless spending of money would only offer me a temporary fix, but it would have to do. After finally fucking Ashley, all I could think about was her body and mind.
    Is she dumping me because she has her own money now? Was she just using me? Are we back to friends now that she doesn’t need me? The more I drank, the more questions and doubts popped up, assaulting me. After my sixth shot, I called a cab to take me away. I wanted to play and not think anymore.
    After I stumbled downstairs in the elevator, an annoying man from the hotel staff approached me. I walked faster, hoping to escape, but he intercepted me before I reached the front entrance. The look on his face told me it was serious. Nothing money can’t fix , I thought with a drunken smirk.
    “Excuse me, Mr. Knight.”
    “Yeah, what is it? I’m sorry,” I said, slurring my speech.
    “Your credit card has been rejected. We tried to run it when you ordered all the food.”
    “What?” The entire lobby spun as I stared at him. It made me dizzy.
    “You are going to have to pay in cash or vacate the premises.”
    “Do you know who the fuck I am?” I bellowed.
    “Yes, sir. Your parents called and informed us. They will not be funding your adventures anymore.”
    “Listen you,” I said, grabbing his shitty red shirt.
    He snapped his fingers. Two massive men appeared and dragged me to the door.
    “What about my stuff?” I asked.
    “Come back when you’re sober,” he said.
    Fuck it, I got cash , I thought to myself. The fact that the Knights had cut me off financially and froze my trust fund account hadn’t registered completely due to the alcohol coursing through my veins. As I waited for the cab I called, I took another hit from the hip flask I’d filled before leaving. The yellow car arrived and stopped on the side of the road. I got in.
    I mumbled the name of the strip club Ashley had worked at, where I’d rescued her. It was a terrible idea, but my alcohol soaked brain wasn’t thinking clearly. The five hundred dollars of food going bad back in my hotel room was testament to my inebriated insanity. Boobies, I thought. Fucking lap dance, and I’ll forget about her and get back to making money .
    When I entered the club, I strode confidently to the bar and sat down. The bartender, a great looking redhead, looked at me strangely, but I brushed it off and took a hundred dollar bill out of my front pocket, one of a large stack. I wasn’t even sure how much I had on me. As one of the ultra-wealthy for so long, I saw money differently than most people.
    “Here you go,” I slurred and tossed the hundred-dollar bill on the bar. “How’s that? A drink for me?” I asked.
    She frowned and looked over my shoulder. I got up and turned around just in time to see Benji, the owner of the club, walk up with three of his goons.
    “You got a lot of nerve coming here,” he said, glaring at me.
    “I paid you your money,” I said, swaying back and forth.
    “And I told you never to come back here.”
    “I don’t remember that, Lassie.” I laughed.
    “It’s Benji, mother fucker. Or should I say sister fucker?” He snorted. “I read about you two. That’s some fucked up shit.”
    “She’s not my sister, you fuck,” I said, ready to punch him.
    Stop spinning and moving! I screamed to him in my mind.
    “That’s it. Take him out back and teach him a lesson, boys.”
    Three men approached me – or was it four? Multiple arms grabbed me and dragged me to the back of the club. Outside, two of them held me while the third punched me in the gut. Fuck! I thought. The alcohol dulled most of the pain, but I knew it would hurt like hell in the morning. He hit me another time.
    “I’m going to fucking kill you,” I screamed drunkenly.
    He reached back to hit me again, but before he could take the swing, the man in the black trench coat appeared out of the darkness. The two holding me let