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“I’m sorry too.” Serenity nodded pleasantly. “We hadn’t seen her dance yet, so we were a little confused, but I get it.”
“Well, she’s the owner,” I put a hand on my hip, “so she can do whatever she wants, when she wants.” I was fiercely protective of the Knight family and loved Jenna since I first met her. If these girls were going to challenge me about her, I was going to undoubtedly snap.
“Well,” Paris crossed her arms high on her porcelain chest and flipped her dyed, chestnut ponytail, “I think Mrs. Knight needs to stay in her fucking lane because she’s not a fucking dancer. Nor is she the owner! She’s the owner’s wife and she can stay upstairs and raise those brats. She doesn’t deserve to even be a mom. What kind of mom gets naked? She’s prob?—”
“Paris,” I spoke as calmly as possible, despite my growing anger toward Charity 2.0 for talking about Jenna in such a disrespectful manner. I could feel myself on the verge of tearing her to pieces.
She raised her delicate eyebrows, fluttering her lengthy fake lashes dramatically.
“Come with me.”
The room was silent as the others took several steps back, watching as she gathered her belongings. I led her out of the dressing room, down several hallways until we reached the back exit.
On the right, there was a brief hallway leading to a secret room at its end. This was where someone would be taken if they needed to be quickly and discreetly dealt with. No one was allowed to even mention this room, and the club management acted as if it didn’t exist. Inside were all the tools to get the job done.
As I approached the exit, the building’s security supervisor raised an eyebrow. Without saying a word, he glanced at her with wide eyes, then back to me as I confidently walked by.
I pivoted to him. “I’ll only be a minute.”
He nodded once. “Would you like me to handle it for you?”
“I got this one, thanks James,” I called back over my shoulder, watching Paris.
Glancing back at him, worried, she mouthed, Help me, please, but he shifted his stoic gaze straight ahead.
Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I lifted a small glass cover and pressed my index finger to the sensor. With a soft beep, the door unlocked, and I pushed it open, gesturing for her to enter first.
As we stepped inside, motion sensors activated and the lights flickered on one by one, illuminating the room in a bright glow of fluorescent light. The sterile smell of cleaning supplies filled the air as we made our way further into the space.
“Be glad Mr. Knight didn’t hear what you said. You wouldn’t have even made it this far.”
She examined the soundproof room. “What the hell?” As she spun around to face me, her eyes widened in pure terror. Her gaze fixated on the table pressed against the wall behind me, cluttered with an array of sinister tools. Torture devices of all shapes and sizes littered the surface; deadly traps, sharpened bone saws, blades of all shapes and sizes, weapons, nails, chains, and hooks.
Luke referred to the room as the Playground. He enjoyed it thoroughly and took pleasure in inflicting torment on those who wronged anyone he cared about. That’s why he did most of Ian’s dirty work.
“Oh my God! What the hell is this, straight out of a horror movie?” She returned her attention to me. “Who the fuck are you?!”
“Not someone you should’ve complained to about the Knights.” She opened her mouth to reply, but I cut her off. “I was going to let you go and tell you never to step foot on the property again.”
She cackled, but her laugh quickly faded into a skeptical silence. “You?” she questioned, looking at me with disbelief. “Is this some kind of initiation for new girls? It’s just a prank, right? Ha ha, very funny.”
“Your biggest mistake would be to underestimate what I’m capable of. Barely anyone gets to see this side of me,” the corner of my lip twisted up, “then again, I guess, in a way, you should feel honored.”
Her eyes grew wide in fear. “I was freaking joking, but maybe I think it’s stupid that he plays favorites. And you have no idea who you’re messing with.”
I may have appeared happy and sociable at the club, but deep down, I wasn’t afraid to take out the trash when needed. Especially when that trash spoke about my family. And after all we’d been through, that was exactly what we were now; family.
Ian had only two rules for me: Don’t make a mess that he can’t clean up and don’t get caught. And I never broke that trust, which is why I always chose my battles wisely. But I wasn’t chancing another fuck up in the club.
Glancing up at the camera in the corner, I wondered if any of the guys were watching. I’d only been in here twice before and both times Luke watched from the feed. It wasn’t to make sure I was okay. He knew I could handle myself. Instead, he watched because me killing someone turned him on.
Teeth clenched, I squinted at her. Slipping my hand under the back of my dress, I removed the Seecamp .380 from the small holster. Ian insisted I always carry, but because of the attire I wore while working, I needed concealability that would still get the job done. I aimed at her forehead. No remorse whatsoever.
“OH MY GOD!” she wailed, backing further into the room. “ARE YOU A FUCKING CRAZY BITCH?!” Her words seemed to disappear into the thick, padded walls of the room. The noise canceling material absorbed any sound, leaving the space eerily silent and isolated. “YOU WOULDN’T DAR?—”
Tilting my head, I grinned evilly. “Without hesitation.”
BANG!
