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I would have snatched her from Slade. On any other night, it would have been my face she was hanging her tits over, my hands sticking bills into her thong, but I felt nothing tonight. She was doing nothing for me. Which sucked. Ava had done something to me that I couldn’t explain.
“What’s going on?” I asked Slade, focusing on him again and ignoring his overtly happy greetings. He was just high and I had no patience for him. I just wanted to get the information from him and get out of this place.
“I just won at poker, brother,” he said and held up a hand holding a few hundred dollar bills.
“Congratulations,” King said in a grim impatient voice, while Slade took another drag of the weed, coughing slightly when he let the smoke out of his lungs. The girl leaned in and licked the side of his face, as though to comfort him.
“Who were you playing?” I asked him, aware that we’d have to dig the information out of him now. He was in no mood to work.
“With two guys from The Chaos Hunters,” Slade said and King and I exchanged looks. They weren’t exactly a rival gang, but they associated with The Black Skulls.
“Those motherfuckers are recruiting, The Black Skulls I mean,” Slade said, suddenly growing serious, and the girl on his lap reached for his crotch. I leaned over, grabbed the girl by her waist and pulled her off Slade. She stumbled off, squealing and then giggling as she walked away from us.
“You need to tell us exactly what you heard, Slade. Concentrate,” King said and Slade took in a deep breath.
“Okay, okay. The guys said that The Black Skulls are recruiting, picking up street kids again and training them,” he said. King and I exchanged looks again.
“Training them for what?” I asked and Slade ran a hand through his hair, like he was nervous about telling us this next part.
“What did they say?” King coaxed him again.
“They’ve got some underground fight ring going on. Gambling and taking bets on the fights,” Slade told us and I stepped away from him and clenched my jaw.
“And they’re using kids for this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at Slade.
“That’s what those guys said. It’s second hand smoke but it’s something. You told us to keep an eye out,” Slade said and King stepped forward to thump him on his back.
“Good work, man,” he told him and Slade seemed pleased.
King and I turned and started walking towards the exit. When I looked over at him, he seemed a little surprised that I wasn’t staying. We were at a strip club, and I wasn’t banging a chick. It wasn’t often that happened.
“I think we should check out this fight ring,” I said, trying to distract King from asking me questions about why I wasn’t interested in all the naked tits around me.
“We need to run it by Elwood first though, don’t we?” King said as we stepped out into the night again.
“Yeah,” I replied, my mind already wandering to what Ava might be doing.
Chapter 10
Ava
I was surrounded with books in Charity’s living room. She was in the kitchen behind me, cooking us dinner while I studied. I was trying to get into a Vet Tech program in the city, and I was determined to change my life around. A few more weeks at this job would give me enough money to help me move out of Charity’s apartment and I could start repaying her for all her help in the past few weeks.
“A few more inches, and you’re going to fall into your book,” she called out to me and I realized I had been leaning over the couch, trying to absorb every word on the page. My circumstances weren’t ideal to really concentrate, but I was trying my best. I had somehow managed to put Commando at the back of my mind and work on the entrance exam. The feeling of having his fingers sliding in and out of my pussy was still starkly clear in my mind, but I tried to not think about it.
“Just one more chapter and we can eat,” I called out to her happily, just as there was a sharp banging on the door.
I turned to look at Charity, who had her brows crossed.
“Expecting someone?” I asked her, as the banging on the door grew louder. She shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.
“Not that I can think of. Might be Mr. Brown, he lives next door and sometimes forgets which door he’s knocking on,” Charity wiped her hands on the apron at her waist as she walked towards the door.
“That isn’t exactly knocking,” I said, with a detached smirk, turning to my book again.
“He might have had a little too much to drink, he’ll be embarrassed tomorrow and apologize when he bumps into me,” she said with a laugh and opened the door.
I heard his voice before I saw him, and immediately my blood ran cold.
