Page 35 of All Your Hate
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he gives me a half-smile. “Afraid so. Best thing you can do is accept that.”
“Never.”
I run around him to the stairs and he lets me go. It’s not until I’m in the bedroom and the door is securely closed behind me that I scream.
7
BONES
I’m doing the right thing and giving her space. All she needs is a little time to adjust, to come around to the idea of living with me forever.
Yesterday I left her in our bedroom. Another night of sleeping alone while she was just across the hall was agony. Not only on my poor abused dick, but my soul as well. I don’t know how much longer I can keep away.
Today I’ve had to leave her behind so I can get some answers. Smashing my fist against the intercom buzzer for the fifth time, I shout, “Open up, Jax!”
The club’s not open yet, but the owner lives on the top floor and I know he rarely leaves here. Who would when you have everything you could want in one place. Booze, drugs, and girls.
Just a few days ago, I thought he was living the dream. Getting to own a strip club and make use of the girls or get high whenever he liked. The thought of that makes my skin crawl now.
How many girls are here against their will? Forced to service men like she was?Like my mysterious little viper who won’t tell me her name, but will let me lick her pussy.
I’ve never had to think about the consequences of my actions before. Well, I had to, I just chose not to.
To most people in my life, I’m a disappointment. Especially to my father. Acting like a manwhore wasn’t what he saw in my future. I was supposed to be like him, a respectable businessman popping out an heir or two by now and molding them to take over the family name.
He’s the one who spent so much time with his head buried in the sand foundations of his hotel empire that he let down his entire family.
The door finally opens up and Jax grunts at me as he stands there in just a red silk robe and matching boxers. “What do you want, Bones? You know what the hours are if you want to pick up another job, so come back then.”
Before he can close the door, I place my palm on his chest and shove him inside. “We need to talk about the fucking job you sent me and Carver on!”
“I didn’t send you anywhere. You boys pick the jobs you want, I don’t make you do anything.”
I kick the door shut and he frowns disapprovingly at me.
“You knew, didn’t you? You’re the one that was waving the contract in our faces practically begging us to take it.”
Jax grinds his jaw then runs his hand over his shaved head. “Come to my office. Some of the girls are up, they don’t need to hear my business.”
I follow him through the club, I’ve never seen it in the daytime before. The neon allure it gives in the dark is gone and now it looks like a rundown shithole. The upholstery is threadbare, there are scuff marks and all manner of stains on the floor. Howmany nights have I spent here getting wasted, thinking I was having the time of my life?
Two girls hang out in one of the booths, scrolling on their phones and paying us no mind. Another is practicing her routine on the stage in the center of the room. I watch her as we pass by. This sort of thing has always gotten me off. I’d be sweet talking her down from there, telling her how pretty she is and she’d be eagerly sucking my cock in no time.
“You know the rates if you want a room,” Jax says as he catches me looking and I shake my head.
My cock’s so limp that it feels like it’s shriveling back up inside my body. The stripper parts her legs as she slides down the pole and her tiny thong leaves little to the imagination, but the only pussy I can see ismy little viper’s.
Without a second glance at any of the girls, I follow Jax towards the back rooms where he sets up office.
He takes a seat behind his desk and offers me the chair in front, but I’m too worked up to be able to sit calmly.
“I wasbeggingyou to take it because of how much money was involved. Simple as that. I knew the pair of you would get it done and I’d get my cut. Seems I overestimated you. I heard it was a messy one.”
“Did you hear why it was so fucking messy?” I run my hands through my hair and when that doesn’t help to calm me down I twist the hair tie around my wrist, snapping it against my skin a few times.
“It’s done. What does it matter?”
“Don’t fuck me around, Jax. Were you aware of the little captive situation or not?” I practically snarl as I lean against his desk, getting my face up in his.