Page 108 of Cruel Legacy

He nods his head toward the door and I grab LJ’s hand pulling her behind me. He directs us to his car, and we climb in. I see him on the phone. Probably calling someone with a little cash to burn.

LJ whispers, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Nothings gonna happen.”

“You bet him and lost.”

“Yeah. Looks like. But trust me LJ, I’m not gonna let him hurt you.” I turn to face her. The stress and fear mar her cute little face. I get it. I just took her from one bad situation to another. She probably can’t tell, but being out of that house is a win. He’s taking us to a place with more controlled variables, and that means I can get us out of this. Safely.

A tear slips down her face. “I don’t want my first time to be me turning tricks.”

I squeeze her hand. “I promise you babe, you won’t be getting anywhere near a dick tonight.”

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We drive in silence for thirty minutes. We’re still in Red Cliff, but at least now I recognize the area. He pulls behind a building, opens the back door, and points a gun at us, motioning for us to get out. “The gun is unnecessary.”

“Yeah, cause no bitch has ever lied or backed out of a deal before.”

I’m a woman of my word, we’re definitely gonna party. It just won’t include the type of touches and moans he’s expecting.

He leads us down an alley and towards the front door of a club, tipping his chin to the guard at the door and sliding him some cash.

We’re ushered inside and taken to the back. Nobody looks twice at him, which means they’re not looking twice at us. My ball cap hides my hair, so that’s one less identifiable marker.

I try to think of what else I can do so this doesn’t blow back on us. I can get through being incarcerated, but LJ would never survive it.

We walk into the room and the difficulty level increases. His boys are already here. Their eyes brighten as they slide over LJ. I push her into the corner. Looks like I won’t even get any foreplay out of the deal. He’s strutting around making a big production of things, and I go old school. The guy at the table has a teardrop tattoo on his face. I pick up the bottle of Jack off the table and smash it against his skull. He slumps down in the chair.

LJ screams. I ignore the sound. I need to incapacitate these other dudes first, before dealing with the one who brought us here. I launch myself at the second guy just as he’s trying to get to his feet and dig my fingers into his eyes. You can’t fight if you can’t see.

He stumbles, knocking me backwards. I lift my foot and kick into the side of his knee. It doesn’t break, but he falls. When he’s down, I stomp on his dick. Before I can reposition, the third guy knocks me across my face. A full fisted punch.

The blow leaves me reeling. I stagger and regain my bearings. Okay. That’s how he wants to play this. I launch at him like I’m in the ring. LJ’s cries filter to my ears, but I can’t help her. She’s crying. She's fine. She’s still in the room. That’s good enough for me. If I keep these assholes busy, they’ll be too battered to go after her. I hope. Except for the one in the corner. He looks like he’s high enough to try to fuck her while his boys are fighting me.

The guy whose dick I stomped drags himself to his feet. The one who punched me, pushes me towards the guy in the corner.

Clint’s stuffed in my bra, next to my phone. I was hoping to do this without bloodshed, but that plan has clearly gone to hell. I pull out my knife and slash the leg of the guy who punched me. It’ll take him a minute to drag across the floor.

The guy we came with rushes at me. He slams me against the wall and wraps his hands around my throat.

The door slams open, and I make use of the distraction. I slam my elbow into his nose. He’s done with me kicking their asses and pulls out his gun and pushes it into my forehead.Bitch move.

“Enough!” The command comes from behind him, but he ignores it. The hammer cocking next to his ear finally gets his attention. “You know I don’t like repeating myself.”

The gun pointed at me lowers, but he doesn’t move away.

“Care to tell me what the fuck is going on here?” The guy who I guess just saved my life asks.

“Just about to teach this bitch some respect.”

The guy with the gun spares a look at me, his eyes widening. Yeah. I’m sure I look like shit. But,whatever.I still look better than his friends. He asks, “Why aren’t you picking up your phone?”

“I told you, I’m busy.” The pimp turns and glowers at the guy. “Now get your fucking gun out of my face.”

“No can do, Brick.”

“I outrank you.” He spits out, infusing more venom into his voice. “Lower your gun.”

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