Page 29 of Lovers Fate

“Why are we still here?”I ask, placing my car in park, looking at the entrance of the strip club.

“I need you to help me, and I can’t do it alone,” Kaden says, watching the front door.

It means he wants to fuck someone up and needs my help.

Kaden has a short fuse. I don’t know what happened when I left him inside with the others. Whomever it was, pissed him off to the point of violence.

Violence is the answer when he’s angry, but I can’t be a hypocrite and not help him. The problem is, he needs to understand. Not everyone should die when they piss you off.

“What do you want me to help you with, Kaden? We need to get back.”

He closes his eyes, as if he’s struggling with something. “We will, but I need to do this first,” he says, clenching his teeth.

The door to the club opens, and the girl on stage before I left walks out wearing an oversized sweater covering her ripped tights. She changed out of her platform heels for sneakers asshe walks across the parking lot. Usually, I don’t go to the club with Kaden and the others, but these last two years I’ve been tagging along. I tend to fuck whoever I want and then quickly lose interest. Dahlia and Vega both quench my appetite, but ever since we came back from England, I’ve been on edge. Something has changed in the air at Stockbridge besides the usual, and I don’t know what it is.

My purpose coming here tonight was to pound into a tight cunt that wasn’t Dahlia and Vega, but that evaporated like smoke when the woman I’m currently watching danced on stage and told me she was bored with me. I didn’t mean to insult her, but imagining her fucking for money pissed me off, and I never give out my name. When I felt her hands on my thighs, I didn’t want Dahlia, Vega, or anyone else. I couldn’t look away when her platinum blond hair brushed against her waist. Her dark brown eyes begged me to touch her as she slid down the pole. Her red-painted lips were full.

There was a sense of innocence about her, but underneath, there was something sinister that set fire in my blood. It felt like I’d met her before, but that would be impossible. Because there is no way a man would forget a woman like her.

“You want to follow her?”

“No. This isn’t about following her,” he says, watching the door intently.

The door to the club opens again, and a bald man with a beer gut walks out wearing khaki pants and a blue polo shirt.

“Him,” he says, pointing in the bald man’s direction.

It appears that the individual is employed at a car dealership, where they attempt to manipulate customers into purchasing a vehicle that they are unable to afford.

“What about him?” I ask probingly. He doesn’t look like the usual pricks we cut up. They wouldn’t come here and show their faces.

“He touched her.”

I roll my eyes. “And? I’m sure it’s nothing new. Whoever she is, she works at a strip club. It’s part of the job she chose.”

He turns to face me with a lethal determination on his face. “He’s not going to stop.”

“They usually don’t, Kaden. They come back. It’s not a foreign concept.”

He shakes his head, annoyed. I’m hoping this is not about the blond that is currently walking alone. “You don’t understand, Draco. She’s different.”

She had my attention inside, but she also had everyone else’s, including his. I’m not sure what his intention is with her, but I’m hoping it’s not what I think it is. That would complicate things.

I roll my shoulders to relieve the tension. “Please don’t tell me you’re thinking she’s…”

“I know it sounds crazy,” he interrupts, “and you don’t believe any of it.”

“I don’t. I never did.” All that shit with the readings and psychics is bullshit. They’ve been feeding my family bullshit for years. “It’s a curse,” I mock. “An omen.”

“It’s not.” He presses the pads of his thumbs over his eyes. “Lazarus…”

“Is an idiot?” I snap, cutting him off. “He goes around campus stalking that girl from the bar at the strip club. If she hasn’t noticed him lurking, she’s probably freaked out by now.

“Why are you like this?”

“Because it’s stupid,” I remind him. “Things like stalking land you in trouble.”

“And killing those fucks and using them as props doesn’t?”he argues, making my blood boil.

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