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“Holy shit,” Giovanna giggled.
“My God,” Amber added.
“Shit,” I muttered before shouting, “ENOUGH!”
The girls all froze, quickly distancing themselves from each other. Lacie plopped down onto the couch with a sigh. Trina and GiGi quickly adjusted their clothes and hair, their eyes darting around anxiously.
Kirsten lifted her gaze to me. “This moron thought it’d be smart to fuck with me tonight.” She lifted her chin at the girls in the corner. “Lacie, Trina, and GiGi thought it’d be funny to get him really turned on, but he started tipping Trina more than the others, which caused a fight between the three of them.” She glanced over her shoulder at the girls, then back at us.
Amber shook her head, pointing at the three unkempt dancers. “The three of you, leave whatever money you made on the stage over there and get back to work. I’ll handle the distribution of it, and I’ll talk to you ladies after we close.”
Exhaling a deep breath, I feared for the answer, but I asked anyway. “And why is he pinned to the floor, Kirsten?”
She glared down at him, her eyes blazing with anger as she pulled her foot away from his neck and stepped over him. With a roll of my eyes, I gestured for him to get up. He rose slowly, his hands and knees scraping against the black floor as he crawled over to collapse on the couch. He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair.
He was a regular VIP, known for his habit of trying to rile up the dancers by flashing large sums of cash. Usually, he’d select two or three women to join him in a private room, enjoying the sight of them competing for his attention.
He was undeniably handsome, with a chiseled physique and light auburn locks that fell perfectly into place. His cerulean blue eyes were disarmingly charming and seemed to hold a hint of mischief.
The dancers were well aware of his wealth and status; he frequently boasted about his family’s popular designer shoe company and even had custom shoes made for his favorite girls. Despite the occasional tension between the chosen dancers in private, no serious fights ever broke out. They all knew what pleased him and were more than willing to put on a show for him.
I gritted my teeth in a mild panic over how Ian was going to handle the news of one of Boston’s richest men immobilized on the floor with a shoe heel when I found him. “What did he do to deserve it?”
Kirsten was someone I trusted, so her reaction must have been warranted. She didn’t tolerate any nonsense from anyone. She typically stayed out of the spotlight unless someone crossed a line, whether they were an employee or a paying customer.
She was trained in mixed martial arts and frequently worked out at the boxing gym with Luke, which is where they first met. We all knew she was highly skilled, but I needed to understand what had caused such a reaction from her.
She brushed her long brown hair back with her hands, while her deep brown eyes seemed to read my thoughts. “Tonight, he got a little too handsy and slipped a finger inside Lacie.”
“Oh, hell no!” Amber snapped.
Giovanna meandered to the platform in the middle of the room, pushing the money out of the way, and hopped backward up onto the stage.
Amber marched over to the man, hands on her hips. “Assaulting our dancers is a good way to never be allowed back! And if you?—”
“Amber!” I snapped, and she spun around. “I’ll handle this. Please take Gia and Kirsten and get back to work.” I glanced down at my watch. “The night’s too young for the shit that’s going on tonight.”
They got ready to exit the room, but Chance leaned in the doorway, his hand on the doorframe.
“I was on my way upstairs and GiGi just sprained her ankle, I think.”
“Shit,” I growled. “Not tonight. Not tonight.”
“She was just lying there in the hallway, moving around like a freshly salted slug.” He glimpsed back toward the hall. “She asked me to come get Amber because she’s supposed to go on stage after the next two. I ran and got her some ice and helped her to the dressing room. Her ankle’s swollen. Probably because you ladies wear those big ass shoes. It’s her left ankle, so she says she can still drive. I’m not authorized to send her home, and I thought you guys might need to fill out some paperwork or something.”
“Thank you,” I sighed. “Amber, will you go handle that and figure something out for the stage? We can talk later.”
“Sure,” she twisted to Giovanna. “Come on.”
She hopped off the platform, and they followed behind Chance while Kirsten disappeared behind the hidden, curtained exit.
“Mr. Lambert,” I propped back on the stage, smiling, “I know you’re important and I know you like to play your little games in these private rooms, but I don’t give a shit. I don’t fucking care how much money you have. I don’t fucking care who your family is. And I don’t really even fucking care if you ever show your face here again.”
He soared up from the couch. “I’ll be happy to take my money and go somewhere else.”
“And I’ll be happy to kill you before you leave the building and dispose of you in a way no one will ever find you.”
Guffawing, he tightened his angry glare on mine. “I’ve been fine to follow your rules for the most part in the years that I’ve been coming here but all I did was stick my finger in her pussy and if you have a problem with that?—”
