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“Janeen’s sister, right?”
“Yes?”
“She got sick,” he says. “She’s just throwing up, but she’s a little green around the gills right now,” he says, gesturing towards his own neck.
I stand and turn towards the staff door, intending to go find my sister, but he stops me.
“No, listen,” he says, “she won’t want you to see her like this. Come with me, I’ll take you some place where you can wait more comfortably.” He pulls me forward.
I totter after him, confused and worried, as he pulls me quickly across the club to a black door, pushing it open.
The inside is barely lit a dark room with mirrors on the ceiling and tiny pinpricks of light coming up from the floor. A wide velvet bench wraps itself around the room with little black cocktail tables lined up in front of it. I blink, trying to let my eyes adjust, as Dean settles me into a little table by the door.
“Wait here for a bit,” Dean says, looking beyond me. “I’ll have someone bring you a drink. Your sister will be fine soon.” Then, he walks away.
Someone does bring me a drink and I take a sip of it, but then, realizing that it might be laced with something, I push it away from me. As my eyes adjust, I look around the room and realize that I’m not alone in here.
Bodies, mostly in couples, writhe together on the black velvet seating. Some of them are dancing, but some…well, that girl is on her knees. My eyes go wide as I realize what she is doing.
I jump to my feet, blushing and heading for the door.
As soon as I reach it, though, Dean comes through it again. “Whoa whoa whoa!” he says, putting up hands to stop me. I shrink in front of him.
“Where you going, baby?” he says, rubbing a hand up and down my arm.
Instinctually, I jerk my arm away from him.
Dean keeps moving towards me, but for every step he takes, I take one backwards. Soon, I feel myself bump into a table behind me.
He presses up against me. There’s nowhere else to go.
“You’d better be a good girl for me,” Dean whispers, his hot breath on my face. “Or else your sister’s gonna pay. She owes me a lot of money. Tonight, you’re going to work some of it off.”
I’m scared to death, a little whimper escaping my mouth.
“Do you mind?” The voice drawls from behind Dean. “That’s my psychotherapist you’re harassing there.”
I feel Dean’s weight lift off me as he turns towards the voice. I peer behind him, recognizing it, shocked. It can’t be
But there, behind him, stands the Mafia King, his hands cooly pressed in his pockets.
“We weren’t quiet finished with our sessions,” Lippert says. “So would you mind getting the fuck off her?”
“Okay, boss,” Dean says, putting up his hands. “I didn’t know.”
Lippert flicks his chin at him, telling him to get lost. Dean gives me a dirty look as he goes.
Lippert moves forward a step and takes my chin between his finger and thumb, turning my face back to him. “Hello, Fay Thompson,” he says, smirking. “Did you miss me?”
I stare at him, all thoughts freezing in my mind. Part of me the sane part knows I should scream and run. But I’m fixed in place, a mouse caught by a cobra.
“Well, doc,” he purrs. “We’re going to have to put on a little show, for Dean there. If I let you go now, he’ll probably cut your throat for the embarrassment you caused him.”
I glance over at the bar and see Dean drinking deeply of some brown liquor, staring at us.
My breath ratchets up as I start to panic, as Lippert takes another step closer to me. I’m trapped now trapped between this king in front of me and the savage by the bar. I want to bolt but I know I can’t.
“Just a little show, Fay,” he says. “Shall we make it more convincing?”
He slides a hand underneath the gossamer strap that holds my dress up at the shoulder. Slowly, he wraps it around his finger, drawing the fabric taught against my skin. Then he yanks, snapping it.
The left corner of my dress front sags down, revealing my silver strapless bra underneath.
“You know, doc. ” he breathes, staring down at my chest. “I wanted to do this the first day we met.”
As I listen to him I know that it’s not just fear that’s racing through my veins anymore. Something in his face, the desire I see there, makes me want more of it. Makes me want him to want me more.
God what is wrong with me?
At the sight of this dangerous man this criminal looking at me with hunger in his eyes I feel a heat between my legs, feel myself grow wet.
I stand still, letting him stare at me, wanting him to
My eyes fly wide as I realize the direction of my thoughts. Want him to what, to rape me, here in the strip club? Is this seriously how I want to lose my virginity?!
I gasp at the thought of it, again full of fear and panic. My hand flies to my chest, tucking under my bra, grabbing my mother’s switch blade.
I yank it down to my side, my hand trembling as I flick it open. Then, steeling myself, I scream as loud as I can and whip my hand up, aiming the blade directly for the side of Lippert’s neck.
Kent sees the blade just in time, whipping up his hand to intercept it.
The blade slips between his fingers and then drags down his palm, cutting his skin, but just the surface. Growling, Kent grabs Fay’s fist and twists, trapping the knife between their palms, wrenching her wrist back so that she feels the bones grind together.
Fay cries out, her body bending to follow her wrist, desperate to keep it from snapping. Kay holds her at his mercy as she gasps for pain and looks up at him with wide eyes. His anger turns to mercy in that moment and he huffs a laugh at the girl.
She’s just a frightened little thing.
“Clever girl, carrying a knife” Kent says. “To bad you don’t know how to use it. But we’re not going to do that again, are we, Fay?”
Fay nods, desperate, and Kent lets her go. Fay falls back against the table, gripping her wrist with her other hand, hissing with relief. She looks around on the floor for her knife, but it’s still in Kent’s hand. Quietly, he slips it into his pocket.
Kent takes a moment to study this delicate, beautiful girl. His second in command had wanted to come to this club tonight to check on some business, but Kent’s eyes had gone immediately to Fay as Dean dragged her across the floor to the black door of the Champagne Room.
Kent had known, instantly, that this meant trouble. He had moved on instinct, following her into this room, saving her from that low life.
But now he was in a bind. Dean was a punk, but he wasn’t unconnected. He ran the best strip club in the city and he used his gang connections to exploit his dancers and take their cash. Kent couldn’t take one of his girls away without making waves with Dean’s boss.
If the other bosses knew how quickly Kent had acted to save her, they would see Fay as a weakness, something they could threaten to get what they wanted.
Kent ground his teeth, knowing that there was only one option now. If he didn’t protect her now, she’d be dragged right to the bottom of the underworld, fast.