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I’ve dealt with many things in my life, but I don’t know how to handle this. Rejection from Grimm feels like a punch to the cunt, so I do what's safest for everyone and get the fuck out of there.
I hear him calling after me, but it only makes me quicken my pace. I’ve been so stupid offering myself to him, practically begging him like a needy fucking puppy. Grimm doesn’t fucking want me, if he did he would have had me by now.
Turns out he much prefers to get his pleasure from the whores who get passed between brothers like a lit joint.
I hide behind the garage, watching him run up the track toward the cabins. He’s assuming that I’ve run home, and as soon as he’s out of sight I jump inside the jeep I’ve got booked in for a service in the morning, and drive off the compound.
I drive out of Manitou Springs, wiping tears from my cheek with the back of my hand. I can’t handle feeling this weak, I have to remember who I am now, and I know exactly where I can go to remind myself.
It’s risky, especially after hearing Maddy’s warning. But I need an outlet and I need to regain some of my pride.
The Orchid Lounge is on Bastard territory, and when I first came here a few years ago, that’s exactly the reason I chose it. Skid would never show his face around here, and neither would any of the other Dirty Soul members.
It’s been a while since I last came here. Months in fact, but tonight, this is just what I need.
“Rogue?” The guy on the door does a double-take as I strut toward him with no intention of stopping.
“Living and breathing,” I sigh, and he pisses me off when he puts his large frame in my path.
“Is Adrian expecting you?”
“I didn’t realize I needed an invitation these days?” I bite back sarcastically.
“You never need an invitation,” he smirks at me, stepping aside and opening the door for me.
The club is busy tonight. All the front row tables are fully occupied, the men ogling the stage where a naked woman swings herself athletically around the pole. I stand and watch her for a moment, she owns the eyes of every man in the room, just like that little whore back at the club had owned Grimm’s. Every man in here wants her, in their perverted little heads, they’re deciding what they’d do to her if they ever had the chance. But here they can’t touch her. Whatever their desires are will remain fantasies.
She has all the power.
“Gio told me you were here.” I turn around when I hear his voice, and Adrian looks happy to see me.
“I wondered if you had a slot on stage for me tonight?” I ask sweetly.
“I always got a slot for you on stage,” he chuckles back at me. “I’m in the middle of some business, go backstage and get yourself ready, you can come on after Rhonda. Hopefully, I’ll catch up with ya after.”
I wink at him and turn on my heels ready to head for the dressing room.
“Hey, Rogue, what’s this setting me back?” Adrian calls after me, and when I turn around, his letchy eyes are rolling over me slowly.
“Old times sake.”
“I’m not about to argue with that.” Looking pleased with himself, he leaves to go back to his office.
Backstage is chaos. Women are leaning over the top of each other trying to get ready. Not one of them looks pleased to see me, but then I’ve never been one for making nice. All the faces seem new since the last time I came here, but I don’t give a shit. I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to heal myself.
Flicking through the rail of clothes, I find an outfit I like the look of. A black leather dress with a double-ended zip that runs straight through the middle of it.
“You can’t wear that one, it's Sarah’s,” one of the girls pipes up and, keeping the dress in my hand, I slowly make my way toward her.
“Did you say something?” I ask, trying to keep some calm in my voice.
“Yeah.” She looks down her nose at me like I’m a piece of shit on her fake Louboutin. “I said, you can’t wear that one because it’s Sarah’s.” She talks back at me like she’s talking to a child.
Some bitches can be so fucking dumb.
I grin back at her, watching the way she looks around the room at the others. I’ll bet this bitch was captain of the cheerleading squad and leader of the mean girls’ crew back in high school.
“Not tonight it ain’t,” I tell her. “Sarah,” I call out the girl's name, without taking my eyes off the bitch in front of me.
