Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“He got bounced prematurely, thanks to the new guy, but I have his ID.” She holds it up with a smirk on her face.
“Good job.” Turning back to Gina, I grab her a tissue.
“Listen, we will take care of it. You take a few days off.” She starts trying to argue with me. “Paid, Gina. When our girls get hurt on the job, we give them paid time off. Take it and take care of yourself. You have that little girl to look after.” She nods and wipes her nose before walking out. As soon as she is gone, I scan his photo with my phone and send it to Rocco with a message and picture of Gina’s face. Make it hurt and keep him awake for it. He sends me back a message almost immediately. No fucking promises. I feel sorry for him. Rocco does not play when it comes to men hurting women. Aurora lucked out with him.
“Have you heard about the new club down the block?” Stella asks, sitting on the corner of my desk like it belongs to her. If I was into girls it might be cute, but if she doesn’t move her ass in two seconds, Gina won’t be the only one with a shiner.
“Get off my fucking desk, Stella, and yes. I have heard about it.” Just mentioning the club makes Ticiano drop into my mind and now, I am fighting to stop my nipples from showing through my shirt.
“I wonder who owns it. The name is so sexy. Club V. I wonder what the V stands for?” Valladares. “Me and a couple of the girls were thinking of going to the soft opening tonight.” Tonight? No wonder he was so anxious about the liquor license. The bitch in me is getting riled up. Pissed at the thought of one of them meeting him and hitting it off like I did.
“Why don’t you focus on this place. Like how did it get so out of hand before it was handled? Her lips pinch together, and she huffs before storming out of my office. “Thank fuck,” is my only thought when she leaves. Her voice is like a screeching owl.
I spend the next three hours going to all of our clubs, we own five, doing my job. By the time I am done, it is eight at night and I am nowhere ready to go home. Alone. Alone. Like always. I mean I have Bulldozer, my Blue Pit. My baby. He is always happy to see me and to snuggle with me, but it is not the same.
With an idea forming in my mind, I go home, hug and kiss my baby, make sure he is fed and walk into my closet. It never feels the same when I walk into this massive house. My childhood home that was left to me as my father’s only child. The home he and my mom, loved me in, took care of me and left me in.
Showered, hair pinned up, and makeup on, I pull my leather, mini dress from the closet, grab my lace thong, and my cup less bra because hey, a girl never can be too prepared. Put on my red bottoms, strap my gun to the inside of my thigh and grab my clutch.
The entire drive I am doubting myself. Telling myself to turn around and go home. I mean there is no way, a gorgeous, older man like that is single and interested in me. Not really. Right? I certainly felt the chemistry and unless I am crazy, he was flirting with me. But, it could also be that the moment he walked into the office, I was drugged. Solely focused on his tall, muscular physique and how much my lady bits wanted to leak all over his face.
Pulling up, I see dozens of cars in the lot, valet taking tickets. “Some soft open.” I whisper to myself as I wait in this massive line for valet. The wait is almost long enough to make me turn and change my mind but then it is my turn. “Keys, Miss.” The boy holds his hand out. I wait a moment, not sure I want to hand him the keys, but their cars honking make up my mind for me. Smiling, I put them in his hand and walk the red velvet carpet in front of the club.
Hell, they might not let me in since I am only eighteen, but it is certainly worth a try. The bouncer, looks me up and down before holding out his hand. “ID,” he says in an accent I cannot place. I pull it from my clutch and hand it to him. I am waiting for him to tell me to get lost. Stop me from making a fool of myself, but instead, he grabs my wrist, places some sort of stamp on it and opens the rope for me to enter. Once I am inside the ultraviolet light shows me it says, ‘under 21’ on it. Smart. Seems this club can be occupied by anyone eighteen and up, but they mark everyone. Very smart.