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with Lucas now. One of the bouncers that works here.”
I hear her answer, but I barely take it in because I can see Willa making her way back over to me. Her face is pale, but also relieved. I can now see that she was well aware that her sister could have turned up dead. Thank fuck she hasn’t—but that doesn’t necessarily mean that all is well in the world. Willa looks very aware of that fact.
Before I’ve even realized that I’m moving, I’m by her side, touching her arm. She looks unsteady on her feet, so I lower her into the nearest seat.
“She…Ryan…I don’t…”
“I know,” I say before she puts herself out trying to explain this to me.
She stares at me, confused for a second, before choosing not to question me further. I’m a guy that always gets what he wants. At least she can see that now.
She sucks in a couple of deep breaths before snatching the tumbler of whiskey from my hand and gulping down a decent-sized mouthful. She pulls a face as the warm liquid slides down her throat, but she manages to keep it down, which is impressive for someone who’s not legally allowed to drink yet.
“Ryan doesn’t bother her anymore.” Her voice is monotonous as she says this, and I can tell that she’s forcing her emotions to remain inside, all bottled up. “But to find out everything, I need to speak to the club owner.”
“Okay…” I roll this word off of my tongue. Strip club owners are notoriously hard to get hold of.
I need to think of a plan. What the fuck can we do now? How can I solve this?
“I know what we have to do,” Willa says, her expression stern. “I need to audition.”
“Audition?” Clearly I’m still a little shaken up from everything that happened this morning, because it takes me a while to catch on to what she means.
“Yes.” She stares straight into my eyes, determination and trepidation plastered over her face. “As a dancer.”
Holy fuck.
Eleven
Dex
I tap my foot repeatedly against the floor as I watch Willa work her magic on the shift manager. She’s turned on a charm that I haven’t seen from her yet, and even though I can’t hear anything that’s being said, I can see that it’s working.
The skinny metrosexual man casts a lingering look up and down her body, which instantly sends a fiery rage throughout my body. Doesn’t he know that I claimed her last night when I put my hands on her like she begged for? How dare he?
I squeeze my fists tightly together, holding them close to my sides as I suck in some deep breaths to calm myself down. Now is not the time for me to lose my shit. If I’ve ever needed to keep it together, now is the time. This isn’t about me, it’s about Willa, and it’s about Nicolette.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself, trying to avert my eyes. If I can look away, I might just be able to keep a hold of myself.
The brunette bar tender who was flirting with me earlier approaches me with a question. “Another drink?” she asks. She still sounds a little pissed, but I really don’t give a shit.
“Whiskey,” I snap at her. Even though I know she wants me to look at her, I still can’t drag my eyes away from the scene that’s unfolding in front of me. I know that I should at least make eye contact if I want another free drink, but I just can’t. It’s like my view is glued in one place—Willa—and that’s the end of it.
“Yeah okay, coming right up.” Gone are all of the niceties, which certainly doesn’t bode well for my freebie.
The next second, I hear the glass slammed down on the table, and that’s the only sound that can grab my attention. But as I turn, all I see is the brunette’s ass shaking away from me.
I spin back to see Willa throwing her bag on the nearest chair and shaking off her jacket. My heartbeat kicks up a notch. Something is happening, and being out of control is fucking killing me. I’m usually the centre of all plans, the one who lays down the groundwork. I don’t like relying on anyone
I hear her answer, but I barely take it in because I can see Willa making her way back over to me. Her face is pale, but also relieved. I can now see that she was well aware that her sister could have turned up dead. Thank fuck she hasn’t—but that doesn’t necessarily mean that all is well in the world. Willa looks very aware of that fact.
Before I’ve even realized that I’m moving, I’m by her side, touching her arm. She looks unsteady on her feet, so I lower her into the nearest seat.
“She…Ryan…I don’t…”
“I know,” I say before she puts herself out trying to explain this to me.
She stares at me, confused for a second, before choosing not to question me further. I’m a guy that always gets what he wants. At least she can see that now.
She sucks in a couple of deep breaths before snatching the tumbler of whiskey from my hand and gulping down a decent-sized mouthful. She pulls a face as the warm liquid slides down her throat, but she manages to keep it down, which is impressive for someone who’s not legally allowed to drink yet.
“Ryan doesn’t bother her anymore.” Her voice is monotonous as she says this, and I can tell that she’s forcing her emotions to remain inside, all bottled up. “But to find out everything, I need to speak to the club owner.”
“Okay…” I roll this word off of my tongue. Strip club owners are notoriously hard to get hold of.
I need to think of a plan. What the fuck can we do now? How can I solve this?
“I know what we have to do,” Willa says, her expression stern. “I need to audition.”
“Audition?” Clearly I’m still a little shaken up from everything that happened this morning, because it takes me a while to catch on to what she means.
“Yes.” She stares straight into my eyes, determination and trepidation plastered over her face. “As a dancer.”
Holy fuck.
Eleven
Dex
I tap my foot repeatedly against the floor as I watch Willa work her magic on the shift manager. She’s turned on a charm that I haven’t seen from her yet, and even though I can’t hear anything that’s being said, I can see that it’s working.
The skinny metrosexual man casts a lingering look up and down her body, which instantly sends a fiery rage throughout my body. Doesn’t he know that I claimed her last night when I put my hands on her like she begged for? How dare he?
I squeeze my fists tightly together, holding them close to my sides as I suck in some deep breaths to calm myself down. Now is not the time for me to lose my shit. If I’ve ever needed to keep it together, now is the time. This isn’t about me, it’s about Willa, and it’s about Nicolette.
“Fuck,” I whisper to myself, trying to avert my eyes. If I can look away, I might just be able to keep a hold of myself.
The brunette bar tender who was flirting with me earlier approaches me with a question. “Another drink?” she asks. She still sounds a little pissed, but I really don’t give a shit.
“Whiskey,” I snap at her. Even though I know she wants me to look at her, I still can’t drag my eyes away from the scene that’s unfolding in front of me. I know that I should at least make eye contact if I want another free drink, but I just can’t. It’s like my view is glued in one place—Willa—and that’s the end of it.
“Yeah okay, coming right up.” Gone are all of the niceties, which certainly doesn’t bode well for my freebie.
The next second, I hear the glass slammed down on the table, and that’s the only sound that can grab my attention. But as I turn, all I see is the brunette’s ass shaking away from me.
I spin back to see Willa throwing her bag on the nearest chair and shaking off her jacket. My heartbeat kicks up a notch. Something is happening, and being out of control is fucking killing me. I’m usually the centre of all plans, the one who lays down the groundwork. I don’t like relying on anyone
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