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Be a fucking man…
Shaking myself of my father’s voice, of the memory of those weekends, I grit my teeth on a question.
“How is Granger a means to an end? What arrangement did you have with that bastard?”
She shoves at me again, this time so hard that I step back just to keep myself from falling. Blue slides along the wall to move away from me. But rather than leaving the room, she sits on the edge of the small stage they have set up for private dances.
Her face falls to her hands, her hair a thick curtain hiding her from me.
“Granger wants to fuck me. Always has. The jackass wants to fucking own me.”
Not possible.
I already own her.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
“Over the past couple of months, I’ve been letting him think he might get somewhere. He’s a piece of shit, so fuck him. I played a game. The only problem is it’s gone on too long.”
A game.
Or a deal…
Much like the ones the Inferno makes when they want something.
“Is that why he guards you? Or is there something else you’re not telling me? Why deal with him if there’s nothing for you to get out of it?”
Forcing myself to stay in place—to give her room to feel like she can get away from me—I stare at her with curious eyes. Don’t let me find out that Blue plays the same games as me and the guys.
She lifts her head to look at me.
There is nothing but resentment rolling behind her eyes.
“He pays me, okay? Is that what you want to know? Granger gives me money with the agreement that I don’t go in the back rooms with people in the club like the other girls do. He thinks he’ll finally break me down and use me as a cum dumpster or some shit. And I let him think that because the money was too good to turn down. He called it a better tip than I would have gotten in the back rooms here.”
That may have been true before I met her, depending on what he paid her. But I’m here now, and I can guarantee my pockets are a hell of a lot deeper.
I can’t lose her.
It’s the only thought running through my head.
I don’t care about Granger or the deal she made with him. All I care about is keeping her right where I fucking found her.
“How much?” I ask, my feet slowly moving as I approach her.
“Fuck off,” she answers, her voice strained.
Blue stands from the stage then moves around it, her stupid wings bouncing with every step, her head turned so she can keep me in view.
It’s a game of cat and mouse, Blue moving away every time I step closer.
The stage is between us, giving her a sense of security. What she doesn’t know is that if I wanted to grab hold of her, I could do so in a heartbeat, outmaneuvering her before she realizes what I’m doing.
“I’m serious, Blue. How much?” Tilting my head, I grin. “What will it cost me to keep you from leaving Myth?”
Both of us move cautiously, our pace slow as we circle the stage. I could move faster and close the distance, but this is too important to fuck up with my usual method of solving problems.
I can’t lose her.
