Page 10 of Cain
“I like this one,” Allison says as she walks toward the bar.
“So what did you mean by club girls?” I look back and see one of them with red hair staring at me.
“Well…that’s a little bit more than I intended to tell you, but what the hell. Club girls are here to keep the boys who don’t have an old lady happy.” She rolls her eyes.
“An old lady?” All I can picture is some grandmom walking around with Cain.
“Yea, my mom always hated that damn title no matter how respectful it is,” Allison says as she walks up holding four shot glasses. “Shaina, get your moody ass over here.” Allison hands everyone a glass.
I look back, checking on Amy again, and she is still playing.
“Come on, Shay, you always do the toast?” Ana looks back at Shaina, who walks over to us.
“Shots up,” Shaina says and everyone raises their glasses. I put mine up, wanting to ask what it is, but I also want to be a part of whatever they have going on. "We drink to those who love us. We drink to those who don’t. We drink to those who fuck us, and fuck those who don’t!”
I laugh as they all take the shot and then quickly follow suit.
“If you’re gonna stick around at least you take a shot better than some of the other Barbies,” Shaina says before walking out of the room.
Ana puts a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t mind her. She has a stick permanently up her ass.”
“Or she needs one,” Allison says and we all break out in laughter.
“Good to see these girls left you in one piece,” Cain says as he walks toward us.
I nod and smile at him.
“Don’t worry. I did your job and gave her the rundown,” Ana says sarcastically.
Cain looks over at her, pissed. “How much of a rundown, Ana?”
She shrugs with a smile and then walks away with Allison in tow.
Cain turns back to me, his hands resting on my hips. “Ready to go?”
“Yep,” I say, turning to where Amy is still playing. “Come on, Amy!”
“But, Mommmmmmmmmm, I want to stay and play.” Her whiney voice gives away how tired she is.
“It’s time to go,” I say, praying she doesn’t make a huge scene.
“But I—”
“Hey, what do you say if we come to a party here next weekend?” Cain says as he bends down in front of her.
Amy’s eyes grow wide. “Will my friend be here?”
“Yep, plus a bunch of other kids.”
Amy jumps up and down and gives Cain a hug.
“Ready now, Miss Amelia?” He offers her his hand.
“You can call me Amy,” she says as she takes his hand.
Cain looks back at me with a smile.
I follow them, knowing I need to be careful.
Cain Russell is exactly the type of man I could fall in love with.
