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It was a few hours later, and I was about to go crazy.
Until a thought popped into my head.
Courage does not always roar. Sometimes, courage is that small voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.”
– Mary Jane Radmarcher.
Chapter 15
Cassie
I ran to my car, and then got in, started it up, and made the three-hour drive to the outskirts of Fayetteville with one thought on my mind.
I’ll kill whoever stands in my way of reaching him.
Seeing the sign for Twisted Pleasure, I whipped my car into the lot and then climbed out.
Twisted Pleasure was an upscale strip club in Fayetteville.
I had asked Alec what the others did when they weren’t out on missions.
He told me that Duke, aka Sire, bounced for his cousin, Levi, when he had a big night.
And according to Laurie, who I had texted earlier, he was there tonight.
I ignored the looks, the stares, and marched to the front door.
The bouncer standing there eyed me up and down and lifted a brow, “Yeah. This ain’t the place for you, little girl.”
I snapped, “I don’t give a shit. I need to see Duke. And I need to see him now. Tell him Cassie is here.”
He shook his head.
“Listen, Sasquatch. You will tell Duke that I am here, or I will shove my foot so hard up your ass you’ll be seeing stars.”
The man growled, then he slowly started to advance on me.
I held my ground.
Was I ever going to cower? Fuck no.
I didn’t when my ex thought he could lay his hand on me, because I told him no the first and only time he tried to fuck me, and I sure as hell am not doing it now, “If you don’t tell Dalton Graham that I am here, and he finds out that you didn’t tell him like I told you to do, I wouldn’t want to be you.”
Something in my tone must have resonated inside of him, because he stopped, tilted his head, and said, “That right?”
I growled, “You know what, fuck this.”
Then I pulled out my phone and called Laurie
She answered on the second ring, that caring tone of hers was coming through loud and clear, “Cassie girl, what’s shaking?”
I smiled at her, even though I was furious as hell, “I need your help. But this big fucking sasquatch in front of me at Twisted Pleasure won’t go tell Duke that I’m here. And I need Duke, Laurie. I really need him.”
The caring tone vanished, and in its place was the tone of a wife to a SEAL, “Hand whoever it is the phone.”
I snickered, “Yes, ma’am.”
Then I handed the big asshole the phone.
