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“No. They don’t talk about their pasts, and I try not to pry. But you’re right. I can’t imagine living a normal life then giving it all up to come here and spread your legs for anyone who walks through the door.”

“Think Vegas is going to invite company over soon? Will that be Ginger’s final test?” Reno asked.

“Your guess is as good as mine. She seems comfortable with all of us so far. Not sure how she’ll handle some stranger touching her. Hell, Vegas could let them take her to the playroom. I don’t know if she’s ready for that yet.”

“You felt it right? When we took her upstairs that first day, it was like she was meant to be there with us. Between us.”

I ran a hand through my hair. “Yeah, I felt it. Not sure if she did though. Either way, she came here to be a club whore. She’s been with every brother here, and the prospects too. You think anyone is going to let us claim her as an old lady now? They’d never respect her.”

“I know.” Reno growled a little. “Pisses me off. She’s good enough for them to fuck, but they wouldn’t consider her good enough to claim. I want our names inked on her skin. A property patch on her back. And most importantly, I want to tell all these fuckers to keep their hands off our woman.”

“Are the two of you talking about the new girl or Kiki?” I looked over my shoulder and realized the club treasurer had sneaked up behind us. Memphis had a smirk on his face, and I itched to knock it off, but I knew better. Last thing I needed to do was start a fight with a club officer.

“What makes you ask if it’s Kiki?” Reno asked.

“She was your favorite. Until now. New girl shows up and suddenly you two are down here every night, salivating over her. Haven’t seen you take a girl to your room, separate or together, since Ginger showed up.” Memphis leaned against the bar. “Now I wonder why that could be? The two of you aren’t seriously dumb enough to try and claim her as your old lady, are you? Vegas would never let that fly.”

He wasn’t saying anything we didn’t already know. Didn’t make it suck any less. I kept my gaze locked on Ginger. Dallas pointed to the floor at his feet and she dropped to her knees. He unfastened his pants and Ginger pulled out his cock before sucking it into her mouth. My hands clenched as I watched her give him a blow job. She stared up at him, and even from here, I could tell she was acting. Did he buy the adoring look she was giving him? Surely he wasn’t that stupid.

He pulled out at the last second and sprayed his cum across her tits before zipping up and walking off. Ginger got to her feet, and when she thought no one was looking, a look of utter despair crossed her face. Whatever brought her to the clubhouse, she wasn’t meant for this way of life.What the hell are you running from, baby? Is it really worse than whoring yourself out to the club?

Ginger came closer, going to the end of the bar and picking up a wad of napkins. She cleaned off her chest and used another one to wipe her mouth. I saw one of the prospects heading her way, and didn’t think I could take it.

“Vegas can kick my ass if he wants, but I can’t stand here and watch this another moment,” I said. I headed straight for Ginger, cutting off the prospect right before he reached her. I didn’t ask. I just reached for her, tossed her over my shoulder, and motioned for Reno to follow. I heard the Pres yell out to me, but I kept going.

“He’s going to come kick down the door,” Reno murmured once we were going up the stairs to my room.

“Let him. She needs a break. It’s ripping me apart to watch her pretend to enjoy herself down there.”

I entered my room and set Ginger on her feet. She stared up at me with wide eyes. “What’s going on? I thought I needed to stay on the main floor?”

“Not tonight.” I pointed to the bathroom. “Go shower. Wash off every man who’s touched you tonight, then come to bed.”

She audibly swallowed, then hurried to obey. I knew I needed to use a softer tone with her, but I was still fucking furious. Not with her. No, my club was pissing me the fuck off. Treating her like a shiny new toy, and not bothering to ask if she was all right. I knew she wasn’t, no matter how much she pretended otherwise.

“You ready for the fallout?” Reno asked.

“I’ll take the heat. Vegas can do whatever he wants to me, but that girl needs a break tonight. As much as I’d love to be balls deep inside her, she needs to sleep. Did you see the dark circles under her eyes?”

Reno nodded. “I heard the Pres has gotten her up at the crack of dawn since she came here. She can’t be getting more than two or three hours of sleep at night, if even that. I don’t know how she’s still standing.”

I heard the water shut off, and I pulled one of my softer t-shirts from the dresser. When she came out of the bathroom, I pulled the shirt over her head, then lifted her into my arms and placed her on the bed.

“Reno and I are going to shower, then the three of us are going to get some sleep. All right?”

“Why are you doing this? Am I going to be punished tomorrow?” she asked.

“No. I’ll make sure Vegas knows this was all my idea and you didn’t get a say in the matter. But Ginger, you’re about to drop at any moment. I can tell you aren’t sleeping, and don’t even pretend you liked what was happening downstairs. Sure, they might have made you come several times a night, but you’re better than this. You’re not a whore.”

Pain flashed in her eyes before she blanked her expression. “You don’t know anything about me, Bronx. I wasn’t a virgin when I came here. Those men down there treat me better than others have in the past. I get a place to sleep, food to eat, and no one is hurting me. At least, not intentionally.”

I tensed, honing in on that one word. Intentionally. “What the fuck does that mean? Who’s hurt you?”

She winced. “It’s nothing. Really.”

I growled and advanced on her, leaning down and pinning her beneath me. “Ginger, don’t fuck with me right now. Who. Hurt. You? I want a name.”

“It wasn’t just one of them.” She looked away, refusing to hold my gaze. “They aren’t always gentle, but it’s fine. I knew what I was signing up for. This is better than living on the streets, or worse.”

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