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Ebony shakes her head in frustration. "We need to tell Gino he needs to shape up or ship out. Any one of us could've gotten hurt out there. The bouncers need to be on top of everything all the time."
Tink pipes up, “I like Sparky and everything, but our safety should be his number one priority. There isn’t any margin of error, you know?”
I nod, liking Sparky, but not appreciating how off the ball he was tonight. “Someone needs to talk to Gino. I, for one, don’t have the energy for it tonight,” I suck in a deep breath and tell the girlsmy plans. “I’m heading back to the clubhouse tonight. My head’s so fucked up I couldn’t dance right now even if I wanted to.”
Ebony shoots me a sympathetic glance. “Don’t worry about talking to Gino. I’ll rally the girls and we’ll be saying bye-bye to Sparky boy.”
I’m not even bothered by Ebony suggesting it.
He shouldn’t work here if he’s not going to keep us safe, and it’s really pathetic this even happened in the first place.
As I change out of my work attire and pack my bag, the thumping bass from the club floor vibrates through the walls.
Razor waits for me by the main area, his leather cut making him look so much more delicious than usual.
He offers me a small smile and we walk towards the exit together.
As we approach the hallway that leads outside, Razor's arm wraps around my waist.
This simple touch gives me so much solace, and for a brief moment, I forget about what just happened.
Suddenly, Sparky steps into our path, blocking our way. “Where are you headed?”
He’s speaking to me like he’s my boyfriend.
I furrow my brows in annoyance and my tone is laced with venom. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m. going home. I’m fucking drained after all of that.”
For a moment, Sparky’s silent, then he speaks again with a hint of concern in his voice, "Do you want me to walk you out?"
Razor laughs, “Yeah, ‘cause you’ll keep her safe, right?”
Sparky’s jaw twitches in annoyance. "I just want to make sure she gets to her car safely."
Razor pats Sparky on the shoulder condescendingly, “Trust me, buddy. I’ll make sure nothing happens to her.”
My eyes dart between the two men, their tension thick in the air.
Sparky’s not liking the fact Razor has his arm around me, or that I’m leaving with him.
In contrast, Razor's intense gaze never leaves Sparky's face, a clear challenge lingering between them.
They’re about the same height, but Sparky doesn’t have nearly enough muscle mass.
The muscles in Sparky's jaw clench as he eyes Razor up and down, silently sizing him up. “You won’t go out with me, but you will with this guy?” Sparky continues to look Razor up and down.
A knot forms in my stomach as I try to diffuse the situation. "Sparky, please don't start something. I've already told you, I don't date co-workers."
Sparky swallows hard before retorting. "That was a bullshit response and we both know it. You could have just been honest and told me you were messing around with multiple guys."
Whoa. Who the hell does this guy think he is?
My cheeks flush with anger as I defend myself. "No, I'm not messing around with anyone except for Razor."
Before I can say anything else, Razor steps forward and seizes Sparky by the throat, slamming him against the wall.
"Don't speak to her like that," he growls through clenched teeth. "She's not some easy lay that sleeps around with whoever she wants. She deserves more respect than that."
Razor releases his grip on Sparky's neck and turns back to me, wrapping his arm protectively around my waist once again.
