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Technically, I don’t have to let him touch me. The rule is I must spend an hour with him in a private room. He gets three dances for that amount of money but no guarantee of touching or being touched. If I choose, he has to sit on his hands, but I’m nearly assured of no tip then. Some girls will have sex with them for that amount of money. I’m not some girls. I’ll need to keep reminding myself that this is about the money. I need to get out of here and start over. I can’t stay here.

Will Damian expect me to have sex with him behind his wife’s back? The only way to stay away from him is to leave. A means to an end, Katherina. I nod at the disgusting man in front of me, “Go pay and I’ll meet you upstairs.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Damian

I get out and park my car on the street. They can tow it, I don’t even fucking care. This place is disgusting. It makes me sick to my stomach thinking about Kat taking her clothes off here. She’s mine. If I even, see a man looking at her I’m going to snap. Katherina has no fucking business being here. This is a one-on-one strip club. They make it sound like it’s just a private dance but it’s more than that. If the girl is willing the men are allowed to fuck them and most of the girls here are desperate enough to be willing. If I find another man inside of her, he’s dead. And she can fucking watch me take his life, brutally. What I did to John will pale in comparison. When I walk through the first set of doors, I nod at the doorman, hand him my five dollars for the cover, and walk through the second set of doors. There are three small stages when you first go in, and then a bigger stage at the end of the room. Stefan stands beside me, “Whatever you need, you’ve got it.”

I nod as I scan the club for her, but I don’t see her anywhere. So, I ask the bartender about her, after handing him a one-hundred-dollar bill.

He nods, “She’s popular tonight, so you’ll have to wait. Here she’s known as Sugar, and she’s upstairs in a private room.”

There is zero fucking chance that I’m waiting for her while she gets some fucker off.

I stalk toward the stairs with Stefan and his two guys on my tail. I have no idea what room she’s in. I’ll open every door until I find her. The first one I open reveals a blonde woman on her knees, so I close it quickly and proceed to the next. Ready for a fight, I open the door, and it’s a brunette, but it’s not Kat. The third door has me seeing fucking red. Kat lies on the floor unconscious with a fat man on top of her, pulling her tiny panties down. I move quickly, grabbing him by his throat and pulling him off her. I draw back and punch him in the jaw. Stefan grabs my arm, “We got it, Boss. Take care of your girl.”

“Take him to Domenic. He’ll handle it.”

I place my ear by Kat’s mouth to check to be sure she’s breathing, which she is. Her pulse is strong, and instant relief floods me. I gaze at her face and can’t see any evidence that he hit her.

Running my thumb down her cheek, I try to wake her, “Kitty Kat, wake up for me.”

After a few minutes, her lashes flutter as she slowly opens her eyes and looks at me with utter confusion.

“Damian?”

I pull her to her feet and shake my head in disgust.

“You’re drunk. That’s why you were passed out with that asshole nearly fucking you.”

When I release my hands from her body, she folds her arms over her chest, “It’s not your business what I do. Why don’t you worry about your future wife?”

I arch an eyebrow, “I am Kitty Kat, that’s you.”

She laughs, “I wouldn’t marry you if you were the last man on earth.”

“We can continue this conversation at home.”

Jumping back, she glares at me, “I’m not going anywhere with you. Now leave me alone.”

“I’ll pay you for your time. That’s your thing now, right? The only difference is, I won’t fuck you without your consent.”

Do I know my rude words won’t earn me any brownie points with her? Yes, I’m aware, but I’m so pissed off I can’t seem to control my mouth.

I lift her so her ass is over my shoulder. She hits my back repeatedly, “Let me go, asshole. Put me down. This is kidnapping.”

I chuckle, “I don’t rape women, Kitty Kat. I never said I was above kidnapping them.”

Walking down the stairs with a half-naked woman over my shoulder draws unwanted attention. One of the beefed-up bouncers comes over, “Sir, you need to put her down. We don’t tolerate this type of behavior.”

I glare at him as I stretch out my free hand to him, offering to shake his hand, “Damian De Luca, and you are?”

Stepping back, he looks at me wide-eyed, “I’m sorry, Mr. De Luca, I didn’t know who you were. Have a good evening,” he nods and turns to walk away.

Kat starts huffing, “Unbelievable, do you own the entire state?”

I smack her on her ass, “Come on Kitty Kat, you know I don’t own McDonalds yet.”

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