Page 42 of Bound by Desire
“That’s all you’regettin’.”
I’m pretty fucking sure my mother just threw down on me. The absolute shit thing is, I have no retort. Sure, I can be a dick and refuse, go up to Grayson, and forget all this shit. But she’s my mom. If anything happens to her, my sister would lose it … my father wouldcrumble.
I run my hand through my hair, gripping it tight. “Can’t believe my mother isblackmailingme.”
A small tip of her lips tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing and doesn’t give two shitsaboutit.
“You’re gonnabeatthis.”
She leans forward, the determination I wanted moments ago making its appearance. “Yes,Iam.”
The decision is done. “Gotta go home and get shitsorted.”
Surprise and wonder cloud her eyes as she pulls back from the table, waiting for the answer, yet preparing for a verbal blow when she asks, “This mean you’re comin’ home,right?”
“Gotta talk to my boss. Not sure how allthat’llfly.”
“Need you back here Saturday. Your sister’s comin’ home, and I wantyouhere.”
Inwardly, I groan, not wanting my sister to have to deal withthisshit.
“You think this is gonna go smooth, you’remistaken.”
“I don’t care. You’re home, that’s all thatmatters.”
Warmth fills me for the first time in years. “You always hadmyback.”
She stands up from the table, and I follow. She wraps me in her arms. “Always. I’ll always have your back, neverdoubtthat.”
Damn, I missedmymom.
After talking to my mom, I call Austyn, telling her my ass is going home. Home. Guess it’s not going to be homeanymore.
ChapterTwelve
The music thumpsthrough the speakers and the floor vibrates under my feet as I make my pass around the floor at X. My senses are alert, watching everyone and anyone, looking for things that don’t belong or are out of the ordinary. Being on this side of the party is much different than in thechairs.
Three days so far at X. Each one had some sort of surprise, which is good for a woman like me. Nothing like Schade’s, though. This is way calmer, and I’m not a hundred percent it’s going to keep my interest. Weshallsee.
Princess crosses the floor throughout the night. The first night, she asked me repeatedly if everything was okay. It always was. The second night, she let up a bit. Tonight, she’s only been by twice, to which I’mthankful.
Six days since I fucked a man I didn’t know in a truck on the side of the road. Six days of my body throbbing. Six days of my mind playing weird tricks on me. Six days of thinking about him. Six days of me kicking my own ass for doing all the thingsabove.
A woman catches my eye, stalking into the club. One, because she’s stalking. Two, she looks furious. And three, her eyes just narrowed and she’s huffing it to someone. She’s a cut thing with a bob haircut that frames her round face perfectly. Except, right now, that face is contorted withpurerage.
I clock the guy her gaze is fixated on. Kara, one of the dancers, is giving him a very nice lap dance. Knowing this will end bad for everyone involved, I make my way over and intercept the woman whose gaze is burning a hole intotheman.
“What do wehavehere?”
Her piercing eyes come to me. “What doyouwant?”
“Security, ma’am. Can Ihelpyou?”
“Janet!” the man practically yells, sending Kara flying off his lap when he stands up quickly andcomesover.
“You piece of shit!” the woman yells at the man, just as she reaches out and slaps him hard acrosstheface.
Wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her back, I look at theman. “Out.”
