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She has a similar stature to Annika, and her accent hints they may have been from the same place.
"Yes?"
The small blonde takes this as her cue to sit beside me. Her lips are turned up, but it's sad and doesn't reach her red-rimmed eyes. I wonder why she's even here today.
"That was beautiful," she says, her voice so low I have to strain to hear her. It amazes me how girls who are so timid naturally can do what we do for a living, but I've seen how women like Lana can transform. Or Annika. A rock of guilt hits my throat.
"I've seen Anni do that song what feels like a million times, but I've never seen it done like that. It was amazing. She would have loved it. I wanted to say thank you."
Tears flow down the beautiful girl's face in earnest, and I'm stuck frozen, unable to move. How can I even pretend to comfort the best friend of the girl I killed?
"I-I'm glad you liked it," I managed to rattle off. "Excuse me."
Rushing away, I don't pay attention to where I'm going until I hit a hard chest. My heart pounds in my ears, deafening, as I look into the face of my intended victim.
"Watch where you're going," Peter grumbles, all but shoving me away from him. Dark bags are under his eyes and he looks pale, unwell. Normally, I'd revel in any of those assholes looking less than their perfect fucking selves, but this isn't right.
I fucked up.
The rest of the night seems to drag. I don't know why, but with Savannah still out and Annika gone, all the girls seem to be looking to me. Several have asked me for advice for menial things or started up conversations throughout the night, something I'm really not used to. I dart a suspicious glare at Dee and she just shrugs like she knows exactly why I'm annoyed.
I don't want to feel guilt for my mistake, but I do. And every look that each of these girls gives me just compounds it tenfold. I need to get the fuck out of here.
I finish my second set and manage to duck out of a few conversations as I get cleaned up. I'm hiding around the side of the bar, about to shoot off a text to Killian, when a shadow has me looking up. My eyes widen as I look up into the face of the beast of a man I haven't seen since my first day.
A large scar runs down the side of his face, and if his grimace didn't scare people off, the three hundred odd pounds of muscle ought to do it.
He darts a glance around and heads toward the stairs. Turning my head, I watch him leave. A small tingle rides up my spine, something I can't ignore.
Dee said the cameras were out tonight because of the cops being here.
I look around and confirm no one is watching me before I rush up the stairs behind him, as quietly and quickly as I can. I listen from the middle of the stairs as his heavy footsteps make their way down the hall until there's a knock and a door opens and closes. Looking down once more, I rush the rest of the way up.
The hallway is dark and I have to put my hand to the wall to guide me as my eyes adjust. The sounds of cleaning and the end of the night at the club fade behind me. As I move forward, they are replaced with male voices, muffled through the door. My mind tells me to run, to leave, and ignore that little voice telling me there's something to be learned here.
I've never been great at listening to myself.
I get to the heavy door of Neil's office and the voices get louder on my approach. Licking my lips, I lean forward so I can hear better.
"...delayed shipment… maybe fifty thousand or so... on Sunday."
Shipment? I didn't think they were into selling drugs or anything. I strain to hear better, plugging my one ear with a finger.
"...few new girls... speak English..."
"...got ahold of it in the first place."
"Fucking stupid Russian cunt!" Neil's voice comes clearly, and I realize they must be talking about Annika. Another voice responds and I can't make out the words, but I do hear Neil's response.
"Just get it done."
My brows knit together, trying to put the pieces of conversation together. Something about a shipment and new girls and Sunday.
I shouldn’t be here.
Standing straight, I turn to creep back downstairs just as the door in front of me opens.
James freezes, a frown crossing his face.
