Page 3 of Fight

They’re feisty, smart, and dedicated. I’ll throw my weight behind them all day long to make this happen. If my mother and I’d had somewhere to go, then we probably wouldn’t have spent our lives on the run.

The what ifs are enough to drive a girl crazy.

At the bar, I raise a finger patiently, knowing my bartender will get to me as soon as possible. I don’t need special treatment just because I’m the owner, nor do I expect it. My gaze drifts over the club as I turn to survey the area, feeling Augustine’s protective presence as I do.

There’s a man leaning threateningly over one of my dancers, making me frown. He doesn’t look familiar from my vantage point, and I know all of our regulars. They also fucking know I won’t tolerate abuse of my employees or anyone in my club.

This is a safe fucking place to come let off some steam and have a good time, as well as make a damn living. Róisin has been working as a cage dancer for the club for the last few months, and they begin dancing in the next five minutes or so.

I pay her well for losing herself to the music as she dances and entertains the throngs of dancers below her. She must be on her way to her cage, as it’s behind the pillar where she’s being pushed into.

Tensing, I swallow hard, waiting for someone to notice. It’s busy, and this asshole is taking advantage of her skimpy clothing. I can see from here the way she shakes her head before trying to escape, and as the alpha pinches Róisin’s breast, I’m done waiting. I can tell he’s an alpha due to his size, even with my nasal spray.

Turning away, I boost myself up onto the bar, crawling until I can lean over to grab a bat that I keep there. While I may have my knife in my back pocket, that’s a bit much for what I have in mind. I’d rather give him a good old fashioned beat down.

“Cerenity? Do we have a problem, Sweetheart?” Augustine drawls.

“Yep,” I grunt, realizing he probably can’t hear me while I’m upside down, even with great hearing.

Pulling myself up, I show him my trusty weapon, Menace, which makes him smirk as he helps me back over. Do I need help? No, but I don’t mind it when offered.

Especially from him.

Glancing over my shoulder at the nearest bartender, I wink at Alan to let him know I may need a little backup to throw him out. This is one of those instances where being short doesn’t help me, but I’ll twist his arm behind his back and crab walk the fucker out if necessary.

Alan nods, already moving to find a bouncer or two.

I’ll need to find out why Róisin wasn’t escorted out here. On a night this busy, it’s pretty normal operating procedure, but now I’ll possibly have to beat the shit out of someone who doesn’t understand the word no.

Striding across the room with Auggie at my back, I inhale as I get ready to get loud.

“Hey!” I yell, my voice rising over the music. The alpha scowls over his shoulder at me, but my employees aren’t here for that kind of entertainment.

Even if they were, it would have to be consensual, and Róisin’s panicked eyes and shaking head run over and over in my mind right now. Not in my club, never on my watch.

“What do you want, bitch?” the alpha snarls. He’s wearing a really nice suit, making my lip curl. The dickhead must think having money also means he can touch whatever he wants.

Cute.

Rage flows through my veins as I remember how rich my sperm donors were, and how they mistreated my mother. My fist clenches as I get a hold of my anger. I need to channel it, deal with this guy, and then hit the gym that’s open all night after the club closes.

I have anger management issues, but beating the shit out of something or someone usually helps.

“I want you to back the fuck up,” I growl, shoving the business end of Menace into his ribs. “You’re making my employee uncomfortable, and I believe that she already told you to leave her alone. Now, kindly get out of her way so she can do her job.”

See, I can be nice.

“Do you know who I am, cumrag?” he roars.

Auggie starts to yell, while I lose myself to the red haze of anger as I swing down with my bat on his knee, making him crumble. I vaguely watch as Róisin ducks under the alpha with the over inflated ego’s arm, and then I strategically beat the tar out of him, until he’s screaming on the ground.

I’m wearing my favorite black combat boots tonight, and can’t help myself from stomping on his tiny dick. Smirking as he screams, I step back and nod at my bouncers.

“Please take the trash out for me,” I grunt. Swallowing hard, they nod, picking up his arms and legs.

The music is still raging on, which are my instructions in the case that this ever happens, so there are minimal gawkers. My lips part in a feral grin as I look over the people who are staring at me, and I’m intensely grateful that my hair stayed out of my face. The asshole has a few broken bones and a bruised dick, but I didn’t make him bleed much, so I consider it a win.

“Club Serene is a safe place for my patrons,” I call out to them, making sure they can hear me. “This alpha broke our rules, and was harassing one of my cage dancers.”

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