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“You have a fucking disease I should know about?”

“Do you?”I return, not really caring.She doesn’t look sick, not that you can tell from that shit.There’s also a part of me that doesn’t give a fuck what happens to me.I’m tired.I’ve been fucking tired for so long…

She reaches over and grabs the money, stuffing it into her bra.Her sadly slim tits show the money easily and I frown, visions of Ellie’s full breasts that overfilled her bra every fucking time, float into my mind.Luckily, I won’t have to see this girl’s tits, because she’ll be under the table.

“I’m going to rock your world.What’s your name?”she asks.

“You can call me…Daddy,” I respond with a grin.She laughs, then drops to her knees, crawling under the table.I reach for my glass, take another drink, then close my eyes as she undoes my pants.

Fuck, Ellie.This right here is all I need.Tomorrow, I’ll meet up with Gunner and Devil in Chicago and I’ll be doing it with a working dick.Maybe then, I’ll finally be able to fuck her memory away.

Chapter3

Ellie

“Ellie, I’ve got bad news,”Trina says, walking into the office.I hold my head down, not really wanting to hear it.I’m off work in…I look up at the clock on the wall across from my desk to confirm it.

Three minutes.

It’s been a bad night, and the bar has been chaos, thanks to a bachelorette party gone wild in the party room.The last thing I want is more trouble.I want to go home, put on my jammies and crawl into bed, forgetting this entire day.What I don’t want to do is deal with more drunk women or men who should have quit drinking an hour ago, but instead, are intent on ruining my night and drinking themselves into a stupor.

I might as well admit it.I hate my job.I hate it with a passion.Manager of Harvey Wallbanger’s pays the bills.When I got the job, the name made me giggle.I met Harvey and even though he can be an asshole, I liked him.The job kind of sucks, but my schedule is decent and the money is good.Nights like tonight, though, make me want to throw in the towel and flip burgers at the diner down the street.

“Let Thomas handle it,” I mutter.

“He’s not here yet,” Trina replies and I curse under my breath.That asshole knows it’s time for me to be out of here.He also knows I can’t leave until he gets here.He just doesn’t give a damn.

“Is it really urgent, Trina?It’s been a bad night,” I mutter, rubbing my temple.I’ve got a migraine starting.They’re nothing new, I get them often.This one, however, is going to be a killer.I can already tell.

“It’s Hayley,” she responds, disgust in her voice.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

Hayley is a local girl, who gets her money by sleeping with the men who come in the bar.I’m not a prude and the way I figure it, prostitution has been around since the dawn of time.I can’t judge it, because if a woman has to make money and this way offers her a better living, to each their own.My problem is that Hayley doesn’t do it for the money as much as the thrill.She also doesn’t care what or where she does it.Which means, if she gets Harvey’s shut down because she’s bare ass naked with her tits swaying in the air on the dance floor while she’s taking it up the ass by some man with deep pockets, she couldn’t care less—and trust me I know her tits sway because she’s got five kids at home.If that wasn’t proof enough, I’ve had to have the bouncers drag her and the Gibson brothers off the dance floor and out of the bar one night for trying to do that very thing.Personally, I would have banned all three from the bar at that point, but Harvey wouldn’t let me.I suspect because Hayley let him do what I stopped the Gibson brothers from doing.Men are pigs.There’s a huge part of me that doesn’t want to go put a stop to Hayley’s bullshit.It would serve Harvey right if he was reported and got shut down for a few days.The problem with that scenario is that most likely I’d lose my job, and since I’m partial to having a roof over my head, with food in my fridge…it’s not an option.

“Jesus, doesn’t that bitch ever take a night off?”

“Never.She enjoys what she does too much,” Trina replies dryly.

“Women’s bathroom again?”

“Nope, if it was there I’d have left you alone.”

“Shit, the front door again?”

“Nope, and before you ask, not the bar top either.”

“Now, I’m afraid to know.Harvey needs his ass kicked.”

“Or his dick to fall off, which after messing with Hayley, it just might.”

“Sorry, Trina.I know dealing with Hayley and her bullshit every night is the last thing you want to do,” I respond with a sigh.Trina’s ex, Tyler, is her ex because she came home from work one night and found him and Hayley in her bed.

“I wanted to take care of it myself, but I’d probably kill the bitch.Didn’t figure Harvey would like a murder happening at his bar.”

“Probably not.Where’s she at?”I ask, picking up the phone and dialing without even thinking about the number—probably because I have to dial it too damn often.

“Table fifty-seven,” Trina says.

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