Page 4 of Blade

“You’re not looking too good today, boss.” Mira, one of my dancers, giggles. Mira is a single mom of three. Her baby daddy is a real deadbeat. I’ve had to beat his ass a few times after Mira showed up to work with a busted lip and a black eye. I don’t just employ my girls. I protect them.

“Yeah, whoever said partying hard on Tuesday night was a good idea, fuckin’ lied.”

Mira laughs and heads over to a customer who calls her over. The day drags on till five hits. Torch and I check in with Rambo before we leave. We’ve been thinking about hiring somebody to do the late-night shift hours while we stay during the day. I hate being at the club till four in the morning when it’s my turn. Those drunk-ass customers can be a real pain in the ass.

When I walk through the doors of the clubhouse, I can smell the food and my stomach rumbles. I haven’t eaten a damn thing all day because of this hangover.

Torch and I are at the buffet table, stacking our plates, when Cara’s voice stops us dead in our tracks. “If I ever see your man meat again, I will remove it from your body and throw it in the blender.”

We turn around, and she and Sara are standing there with their hands on their hips. I know what you’re thinking, but these two are no fuckin’ joke.

The things I’ve seen them do to a man’s penis… I know she means it.

“Sis, I’m sorry. I swear I was so fucked up I forgot you were there. Most of the time, you guys leave within the first hour of the party. It won’t happen again. Believe me, I’m just as scarred as you.”

“I highly fuckin’ doubt that!” she hisses as she walks away.

The rest of dinner goes by smoothly, and I spend it holding my little niece. Elena is Sara’s twin. The only difference is she has chocolate-brown hair that came from Bear. Before he shaved his head, he had shoulder-length brown hair. Torch held Chase all through dinner as well.

The kids leave after dinner and a few of the guys start drinking and grabbing bunnies. I sit on the couch with my water, shaking my head. How the fuck are they partying after last night?

Most of the guys head off to their rooms with bunnies in tow, while some get off on fucking in front of everyone. Before the kids started coming along, I don’t think any of us bothered going to our rooms. We got to business wherever we saw fit.

Ivy straddles my lap and starts grinding her hips. I pry her from my lap with a shake of my head.

“Did you give Kitty that black eye?”

“No. Who told you that?” she asks, looking dismissive about the whole thing.

“Doesn’t matter. Did you?”

“I just told you, no. Why are we talking about Kitty? Come on, baby, let's head up to your room,” she says while trying to pull me off the couch.

“Not tonight,” I grunt, and walk past her. She was lying straight to my face. Ivy and I have known each other for a long time and I recognize her body language. I’ll never fuck her again. Eventually, I want to settle down and have babies. I’m not about to have her ass thinking she holds some kind of spot in my life.

I’ve never given Ivy any reason to think we were doing anything but fucking. She got kicked out of my room like every other bunny and groupie from the parties we throw. If she wanted more, she was definitely barking up the wrong tree. I will never settle down with a girl my brother and I have tag teamed. We’ve shared Ivy so many times, I’ve lost count.

I lock my bedroom door once I’m inside, strip naked, and get into bed. I lie there asking myself,where am I going in life? I’m twenty-seven years old and I’m ready for something different. I’ve been getting easy pussy since I was fifteen years old, and I want something that’s mine and mine alone.

Clearing my mind of the thoughts, I turn out the lights and roll over. Sleep takes me quickly tonight.

ChapterThree

BIANCA

I’m so nervous this morning. I have my interview today and I barely slept last night because of nerves. I took the girls to Miss Josie, even though technically I’m off today. When I told her about my interview, she told me to bring them over and not to worry about a thing. Once I was dressed, I checked on my mom before leaving.

Putting the address into my phone's GPS, I arrive in about half an hour. That’s almost the same amount of time it takes me to get to Juliana’s, so this is already starting off good. As I walk up to the building, I see the name out front.

Pasta Delights.

I walk through the door and fall in love with the place.

It’s beautiful—the décor, the marble bar top, rich wooden chairs and tables, the little cupids painted on the ceilings, and so much more. This is an Italian restaurant, hands down. I mean, the name gives it away, but the interior screams Italy.

“You must be Bianca.”

I turn around and see a blonde woman with the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. Quickly getting myself together, I offer her my hand. “Yes, and you must be Sara.”

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