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“Come in,” I holler, knowing it isn’t one of the other dancers. They don’t knock.
The door opens, and Brigg sticks his head through the opening. “Hey, Makayla. There’s a man out here asking for you.”
“Who?”
“Says his name is Viking.”
My stomach drops. Viking? What is he doing here?
“I have to get on stage,” I tell Brigg. “Tell him he can either wait or leave. The choice is his.”
“Uh, yeah. I’m pretty sure he’s not going anywhere. I already tried to tell him you were busy, and he demanded I tell you he’s here.”
“Brigg, you’re the bouncer here. If he’s causing a scene, make him leave.”
“Oh, he’s not causing a scene,” he says. “But he is pretty insistent that he see you.”
I heave a sigh. “Fine. I’ll talk to him when I’m done.”
Brigg steps aside when I exit the dressing room and walks with me to the back of the stage.
“I’ll tell him,” he assures me before returning to his post at the front door.
The music starts, and I step onto the stage. The spotlights are blinding, which is good because I find myself trying to search for the biker. I’m pretty sure I’d fall flat on my face if I spotted him watching me.
My routine goes seamlessly, but things take a turn when the second song begins.
“Show us some titty, baby!”
I might not be able to make out anyone’s face, but I recognize that voice. It belongs to the man that Brigg threw out not all that long ago.
How the hell did he get in here?
When a customer is thrown out of Cherry’s, they’re banned for life. He must have gotten in when Brigg came back to the dressing room.
“C’mon, sugar, give us a show!” he calls out.
I freeze, the music stops, and the lights dim.
Before Brigg can reach the guy to toss him out on his ass again, Viking is there, grabbing the asshole by the collar and hauling him out of his chair.
“Don’t you ever speak to a woman like that,” Viking snarls.
“I’ll speak any way I want,” the man counters. “This is a free country.”
Viking grins, but there’s malice behind his tilted lips. “You’re right. Which is why I’m free to do this.”
He drags the man by his hair to the door and yanks it open. Lifting his leg, he lands a kick to his chest and launches him outside.
“Mea is mine, and if you come anywhere near her again, I’ll end you,” he shouts.
Mea?
“You’ll regret this!” I hear the man yell before the door closes.
You’ll regret this.
You’ll regret this.
