Page 26 of Condemned Soul

“You know it hurts when you do that.” She crosses her arms and stares at me judgingly.

“Do what?” I question her.

“Treat me like a whore, pass me off to whoever you think deserves a little pat on the back from Prez.” She scowls.

I think this bitch is forgetting who she’s speaking to, yet somehow, despite my mood, I manage to humor her.

“Haven, when have I ever given you the impression that you’re more than a whore to me?” I know I’m being a dick, but Haven really needs to fuckin’ drop her attitude.

“It’s been a long time. I’ve never questioned you. I behave like an old lady. I take care of you like one. I even keep the girls in line. I deserve better than this.”

“And what do you think you deserve, darlin’?” I take a seat and stare at her.

“You know what I deserve. I should be on your saddle, Jimmer.”

I spit my whiskey out when I realize she’s being serious.

“You wanna be my old lady?”

“Is that so hilarious?” She looks back at me as if I’ve hurt her.

“Yeah, it fuckin’ is.”

“Why? Everyone else here is settled. All around you, you got people who are happy and in love, why don’t you want that for yourself?”

“You know why. I told you about what happened last time I got myself an old lady,” I remind her.

“I’m not Mary-Ann. I’ve been your main girl for years, and not once have I even thought about trapping you the way she did. Believe me, there have been opportunities.”

“Gee, thanks, Haven, you really do deserve your gold fuckin’ watch, don’t ya?”

“A little respect wouldn’t go amiss.” She holds her head up high.

“You have respect. Not once have you ever been touched by someone you didn’t want. You came to this club with an addiction, and I got you back on your feet. The door’s always been open for ya to leave. You could have walked out of it at any time. That's always been clear to you, and all the others.” I stand up and head out of it myself.

All this is far too heavy for a Friday fuckin’ night. I step through the foyer and back into the main barroom, ignoring all the chaos and heading straight for the bar.

“Hello, Jimmer.” I get the shock of my fuckin’ life when the female standing beside me turns around and I realize it's Agent Consuela. She’s dressed differently than she usually is, blending in with her surroundings in the tight blue jeans and leather jacket she’s wearing.

“Doin’ a little undercover work?” I keep my cool and snigger, nodding my head to Jade who’s working the bar to get me something poured.

“Nah, I’m off the clock. Figured I should kick back and relax since it's the weekend and all.”

If I didn’t know better, I’d say this little minx was flirting with me.

“We don’t usually let your kind in,” I point out, twisting my body and resting my elbows back on the bar so I can survey the room.

“I don’t know… Isn’t that Sheriff Armstrong over there getting his cock sucked?” She directs her eyes over to the couches on the back wall where sure enough, our town’s new sheriff is getting swallowed up by one of the club's whores.

“Everyone deserves a little downtime. I could arrange for you to get some yourself, if you want? Jade here specializes in pussy.” I look back over my shoulder and Jade winks at me.

Agent Consuela doesn’t look at all shocked, but she does drop the subject.

“So, come on, tell me why you're here?” I ask again.

“I’m just taking in the vibe, seeing how happy everyone looks. I’m assuming you haven’t told them all that they're going to jail.” She takes a sip from her beer bottle casually.

“No one here’s goin’ to jail,” I tell her straight.

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