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I growled and wanted to punch the VP in the face. I couldn’t remember a time he’d ever made me this angry. Why did it seem like they were picking on Ginger? She'd already passed the trial of being fucked by everyone in the club. Why did they keep pushing her?

“Really? Because your timing fucking sucks.” I motioned to the three of us in bed. “In case you missed it, we’re busy.”

“Everyone knows you preferred KiKi until the little mouse joined us. Take her tonight instead.” Houston folded his arms. “Ginger, get your ass out of that bed.”

She scrambled out from under the covers and hastened to comply. I wanted to reach out and yank her back down. I could see the tension in Reno’s jaw and knew he felt the same. Hell, his hands twitched as if he might very well reach out and grab her. I knew I wanted to.

“This is fucking bullshit, Houston, and you know it! Our guests could have waited, or made do with the other girls. Hell, you could have borrowed a few from another club, or bought some from a local pimp.” I tossed off the covers and pulled my underwear back on, then my jeans. Reno did the same. “If anyone else in the club had run off with Ginger tonight, would you have tracked her down and removed her from their room?”

Houston’s eyebrows shot up. “Do you think I’m singling the two of you out for some reason? Because that’s fucking bullshit. Vegas needs Ginger to entertain the men downstairs. It’s as simple as that. Wouldn’t matter who was fucking her. Now if I’d walked in and found you balls deep inside her, I’d have at least let you finish first. But that wasn’t the case.”

“Fine. Take her.” As they turned to leave, I couldn’t hold back. I reached for Ginger, yanking her against my chest. I kissed her forehead, and then Reno did the same. When we let her go, she looked like she might cry. It broke my fucking heart.

Houston shut the door behind them and Reno put his arm around my waist. “I don’t like this. Not even a little.”

“Me neither, but what the fuck are we supposed to do? We can’t fight the Pres and VP for her.”

“Maybe we should finish dressing and go downstairs? Even if we can’t save her tonight, and have her to ourselves, we can at least keep an eye on her. Something feels off about all this. Why are they here early, and arriving unannounced?”

I nodded. He wasn’t wrong. The men Vegas wanted to do business with prided themselves on following a certain set of rules. Until now, they’d never been discourteous to the club. So what was really going on? And why did they want a redhead all of a sudden?

“Come on. I have a feeling our girl needs us.” We put on our boots and cuts, and went downstairs. I only hoped tonight was bad enough that I started a war, because the first time one of those fuckers hurt Ginger, I was going to lose my shit.

Chapter Five

Ginger

I’d given Bronx one last look before hurrying downstairs. I didn’t know what was waiting for me, but it couldn’t be worse than anything I’d survived thus far.

It wasn’t until I entered the main room downstairs that I realized how wrong I’d been. Nothing could have prepared me for the sight of Tom Rutledge II and his entourage. I’d thought once I escaped and came here, I’d never see him again. The moment his gaze locked onto me, I knew my life was over. I’d managed to escape once. I wouldn’t be so lucky this time.

“What did I tell you, Bruno?” Tom asked his righthand man. “Sooner or later, we’d find our favorite little toy. And here she is!”

Vegas and Houston turned to look at me. I saw confusion in Houston’s eyes, and a calculated gleam in Vegas’. I’d finally been free, and I’d experienced the soft touch of a man for the first time in my life. I wasn’t sure if knowing the gentleness of Reno and Bronx made this better or worse. At least they hadn’t given me the pleasure they’d talked about. If they had, I didn’t think I’d make it through what was about to happen next.

“You know our little Ginger?” Vegas asked.

“Oh, yes. Rather well,” Tom said, a leer on his face. “Of course, I preferred her before she got quite so curvy.”

Houston’s face blanked as he stared at me, and I wondered how much he’d just put together. Vegas’ brow furrowed as he eyed me, probably trying to figure out what abundant curves I had, since my breasts were only a B-cup, and my hips were on the slender side. But for a man like Tom, I might as well have been a Botticelli.

“I’m assuming your clubhouse has a playroom?” Tom asked. “Bruno has certain… needs. But Ginger knows all about that, don’t you?”

I gave a jerky nod and hoped my legs would keep holding me up.

I knew all about what Bruno liked, and how much it would hurt. I should have known I couldn’t hide forever. My little vacation had been nice, but it seemed now it was at an end. How long before they demanded the club hand me over? If it meant their deal would go through, would Vegas gift me to them without hesitation? Probably. The man hated me enough he might even gift wrap me.

Reno and Bronx would never do something like that, but I wasn’t so sure about Vegas, or even Houston. Speaking of the gentle giants, I saw them enter the room from the corner of my eye. I wished they’d stayed upstairs. I didn’t want them to see this, or hear any of the awful things these men might say.

“Sorry. The playroom is out of order,” Houston said, striding closer to me. He wrapped his hand around my arm and tugged me behind him. “Your men will have to play with Ginger another time.”

Before I could process what was going on, Houston dragged me from the room and back upstairs. I caught a glimpse of Vegas’ face and saw both confusion and fury. I didn’t know if he was pissed at me or Houston, and hoped I wouldn’t find out anytime soon.

Instead of going to Reno’s room, he shoved me through a different door. I didn’t even get a chance to look around before the door clicked shut and I found myself getting Houston’s undivided attention. He stalked toward me and I backed up until I collided with the wall. Houston didn’t stop until our toes were nearly touching. The darkness in his eyes had me clenching my hands at my sides. So far, no one here had hurt me. Not really. Sure my ass hurt after a night of fucking, but that was different.

Was everything about to change? I’d thought Houston was saving me, even though I didn’t understand why. What if I was wrong? Would he beat me? Try to break me?

“You know those men,” he said. “Intimately it would seem.”

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