Page 74 of All Your Lies
We make it to the club in record time, the bass from the music pulsating through the air. The club has never experienced an incident until now. My security urgently informed me of a member who’s forcefully holding a partner against their will in one of the themed rooms.
The club operates under a strict set of policies. You fuck up once, and you’re out for life. As adults, we know the difference between right and wrong. Some need liquid courage before a scene to loosen up. I have a one-drink max for anyone going into a themed room, Wanderland, or any of the other attractions we offer.
Every member is aware of the eyes on them to protect their safety. Listening devices are in rooms in case we have someone who decides not to follow our rules.
This one has broken three rules so far and has now barricaded himself in the room with his partner.
With Alexa remaining in my office, I proceed to the medical examination room.
I go to the false panel and click it open. They were first made for my comfort, but also for reasons such as this. The member placed a chair and desk against the door, but it is now rendered a useless attempt as I walk in through the hidden passage.
The moment I step inside, the sound of sniffling fills the air. I notice a woman with short blond hair sitting in the corner, with a man hovering over her.
Just as the secret door clicks shut, the man abruptly turns to face me.
“Get the fuck out!”
The camera lens, positioned in the far corner of the room, catches my gaze. With a frustrated sigh, I signal for the feed to end. The red light dims to black as I stalk toward the man.
I slowly roll my dress-shirt sleeves to my elbows with a tightness in my chest as the rage inside me rises. My patience runs thin with most, but violence inflicted upon women is high on the list.
I gaze over his lengthy, slender body that appears to have never lifted a weight. Then, recognition hits. It’s that fucker who took Alexa out. I can still see fine bruising around his neck from when I practically strangled the life out of him. Seems like a mistake was made and I should have finished the job the other night.
“You,” he mutters as he realizes who he just pissed off.
With each step I take forward, he retreats, edging closer to the woman, which compels me to come to a halt. His gaze shifts from her to me.
“We still have another hour in this room. You can have the lying bitch when I’m done.”
With my temper barely contained, my hands ball into fists at my sides.
“I made my rules simple for stupid fucks like yourself, and you still broke them. Your membership is revoked. You need to leave now.”
“And who the fuck are you?”
“The owner. Get the fuck out before I physically remove you myself.”
“That bitch played hard to get with me because she was here, fucking the owner every weekend. Fucking figures,” he snorts.
When he brings up Alexa, a red hue fills my vision. His eyes widen as I tackle him to the ground. With each strike, the sound of my fists connecting with his face echoes in the room. The sight of blood splattering on my knuckles is like a comforting lost friend, blurring the line between his pain and my pleasure. He lies there unconscious as I’m pulled off him by a couple of my security guards who broke the door down.
My gaze swings to Jace. “Take care of her. Make sure she has no injuries and give her whatever she needs.”
Jace steps in front of the woman, who’s huddled in the corner with her head pressed against the wall. She quivers in fear and tries to scurry away, but he provides comfort by caressing her back and whispering into her ear. As he picks her up, her arms wrap around his neck, and they leave the room.
“Drop him off at the hospital,” I tell one of my security as I observe the stupid fuck’s chest, barely rising and falling. “He’s lucky he isn’t dead.”
I make my way to a storage room adjacent to my office, which conveniently includes a bathroom and is stocked with spare clothes. I take a quick shower and make myself presentable.
Alexa doesn’t need to know about this. She has enough on her mind. I can’t believe she’s scared that she doesn’t have what it takes to be the boss her father was. What she doesn’t understand is that she has all that and more. She’s the perfect mix of her father and her mother. Strong, loyal, and witty. She just needsto find the confidence, and I’m going to help her do it. Alexa’s ascent to becoming one of the first female bosses fills me with immense pride.
I walk into my office and find her sitting behind my desk. She looks good there.
“Everything okay?” she asks as she looks me up and down. “You changed shirts.”
“Mine was dirty from the food.”
“We never ate, dick. Don’t lie to me.”
