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He chuckles, his expression reminding me of our father. “So she’s a pro, then. God, what happened to you that you turned out so fucked up?”
I turn cold as ice. “Lucas, get the fuck out of my house.”
Lucas doesn’t get to judge me for the women I sleep with.
He eases back, holding up his hands. “I just came to tell you that you have a message at the answering service that’s from Anita. Apparently it’s been there for some time.”
I look down at my fists, which closed tight at the sound of her name. “I know.”
He rolls his eyes. “You should answer it. Or at least listen to it. Jesus.”
I keep my expression blank. “Are you done?”
“You’re a dick today,” he huffs. He turns and disappears out the swinging door again.
I turn and look at myself in the mirror. I look like a little boy, clothing his water bottle, all mad at the world.
Walking toward my reflection, I hurl the water bottle. It hits the surface and explodes, distorting my image for a moment as the water runs down the wall.
Inside I’m writhing with anger, absolutely furious at the fact that Anita even had the fucking nerve to reach out. Not only that, but she obviously called my brother when no response was apparently forthcoming.
Her using Lucas really turns my stomach all over again.
She should know better. Then again, she’s a snake. How can I expect a snake not to poison everything within its reach?
The only other option is to tell my brother exactly how I got Anita to take us in after our parents died… and that’ll happen as soon as hell fucking freezes over.
I close my eyes, struggling for control. I learned so much of it in ballet, perfect control of my physical being.
But mental control…
That’s something else entirely.
I open my eyes as Club X wishes back into my consciousness.
Cerise in right there, at the top of my mind.
I’m going to make her mine tonight, no matter how much it costs. And then I’ll be so distracted that all thoughts of Anita will flee.
Growling to myself, I turn and start to walk out of the gym.
Chapter42
Kaia
Thud, thud, thud.
My heartbeat is so loud that it almost drowns out the music.
I’m onstage at Club X, on my knees in the middle of the stage, listening to the last notes of my song. The top of my bikini is somewhere behind me; the bottoms are just in front of me. Whistles and cheers come from the audience; my face heats as the music shifts.
Climbing to my feet, I gather all the cash I can carry, making sure I pick up my suit at the same time. I run off the stage and dump everything down on a tall bar table put there for just that reason. As fast as I can, I rush out onto the floor. I see several men wave me over, raising their black plastic cards at me. My eyes rove over them, trying to pick between them.
One of the guys pops up, grinning. He’s blond and young, his Harvard sweatshirt and acne-spotted cheeks dead giveaways. He leers at me as he comes over, waving his black card. “Hey! I want a lap dance from you. I have a room…”
I smile lightly. He seems pretty drunk. But half the guys in here are the same. “Sure. Lead the way.”
I grab onto his arm to stop him from literally running. He flushes at my touch and slows it way, way down. I strut my stuff into the back, where the private rooms are located.
