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I wished for the best outcome, and once he parked in front of the strip club, I thanked whoever was responsible up there for letting me live.
My legs were shaking when I got off the Harley, and after looking around the parking lot, it was clear where all the men from the club spent their Thursday night.
“We’re entering through the back,” JT said, as if that mattered. I wasn’t supposed to be here.
I followed him around the building and watched him push in a code, then he opened the door and stepped aside. I went inside and looked around the wide hallway, and when I met his eyes again, he said, “You’ve really never been here?”
I shook my head. “Not allowed,” I reminded him.
He didn’t believe me. Or he really didn’t care. Either way, Woodrow wouldn’t be happy.
We continued toward a set of stairs, and walking up a flight, he stopped in front of a red door. I had no idea where we were. Probably backstage. Did strip clubs even have backstage areas?
He opened the door and I was met with a large, windowless room. It smelled of Whiskey and cigars, and the dark red carpet was almost hidden by pieces of paper lying all over.
There was a big, dark desk with a leather chair and two bookshelves behind it, and on two opposite walls, there were large prints of naked women.
I turned around to face JT, and he was once again smirking at me. God, did he ever stop? The older we got, the stupider his face got.
“What now?”
“You’ll pick up everything and organize all files again. The papers are dated and numbered. Shouldn’t take you too long.”
I raised a brow. It looked like a tornado hit this room.
I looked around again, trying to figure out where to begin, and as I wanted to ask another question, JT left the room without another word.
He closed the door, and I let out a heavy sigh.Asshole.
Knowing he hadn’t texted Woodrow about where he had taken me, I pulled out my phone and sent him a quick text.
JT took me to The Palace. I told him I wasn’t allowed here but he insisted. Said I need to organize the papers.
After locking my phone, I placed it onto the desk, then knelt onto the floor to start picking up the papers.
I had other plans tonight. I wanted to lie in my bed and read. Instead, I was being held hostage by JT who was making me work and wasn’t even staying to check if I did the work right.
I had been on the floor for almost an hour, and I managed to organize about twenty files. I just needed to put them back on the shelves, but I’d do that once I had every single paper on the right pile.
Woodrow hadn’t replied to my text, and it seemed that he was busy with other things.
I heard footsteps outside the office, and I braced myself for JT to come in here and judge me on how slow I was. I wasn’t. But he’d be capable of making me think I was slow.
The door opened but I wasn’t met with JT’s stupid smirk. Fender was standing in the doorway, his large body filling the frame. I stared up at him, unable to move. I hated how small I felt whenever he was around.
And while I always noticed him, he only started acknowledging my presence a week ago.
He took in the scene around me, and I saw the confusion in his eyes. He didn’t look happy about this.
“J-JT took me here,” I explained, watching as his scowl deepened at my words.
Shit, I wasn’t making this better.
“Woodrow knows I’m here. He hasn’t read my text yet but—”
“Out.”
I frowned.Shit.
