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His hand stops moving in circles on my back.

“Let’s go home.” He sighs.

“I have a shift to finish.” I refuse to move.

“No you don’t. I just cut you. From now on, you will serve and dance on stage. That’s it.”

“Dante, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m deadly serious. Next time, I’ll make you watch me shoot the next guy you touch. Then I’ll fuck you over their dead body. Do I make myself clear?”

I use all my might to shove at his chest, but he doesn’t move. “Careful, the night’s young and this is turning into foreplay for me,” he growls.

I step to the side to walk past him, but he picks me up, swinging my upper body over his shoulder, and smacks my ass. He walks out the side door and we leave the club.

Chapter 11

Dante

IshouldhavemurderedLeon the second I tossed him out of the club.The night’s still young. I walk into my house and head straight for my bedroom. Demi fights me each step of the way. My cock grows harder with her small fists punching at my back.

I drop her on my bed and her small frame bounces twice before she’s standing up and poking at my solid chest.

“I’m a grown adult, and you need to start treating me like everyone else.”

“I love that idea,” I sneer. I walk into my bathroom and look at the stuff I use to help people lose consciousness.

“This is your plan? Poison me to make me agreeable? You’re more like your mother than you think.”

Her words hit me square in the chest.

“I don’t need to sedate you to control you, Demi.” My eyes narrow in on hers, but she refuses to cower. She straightens her spine, like she’s preparing herself for war.

“You’ll stay in this room with me from now on,” I demand, studying her reaction. Her stunning emerald eyes flare to life as they narrow in on mine. “You can’t be trusted and I need to keep a better eye on you,” I lie. I’m tired of her sleeping in another room. I crave her presence even when I hate myself for it. “You want to be treated like one of my whores, so be it.”

I let out a sharp whistle that makes her jump and my doctor walks in. Her eyes widen and I don’t miss the fear that coats her irises, but it quickly disappears.

“This is my doctor. He’s here to give you an STI screening and pregnancy test.”

Her legs twist off the bed and a moment later, she’s on her feet, marching toward me. “My own doctor gave me a physical last year. I have no need for another one.”

“I own you. Youwillhave another one.” We face off with one another.

The doctor clears his throat. “I can wait...”

I cut him off. “I’ll wait outside while you do your thing. Unless you want me to be in the room, Demi.”

She glares at me, her eyes feeling like they could shoot a hundred daggers into my soul. “I don’t need you in here,” she replies angrily.

I nod, placing my hands behind my back. My legs are stiff as I control my movements to be calm and slow. When I close the door behind me, I want to kick myself for even giving her the option. I should have stayed with her. I pace the outside of the room, my instincts demanding I barge back in, but I try to stay calm.

The doctor comes out a few minutes later. “Did you want me to come back to insert the IUD?”

“No. She’s not going to need one of those.”

We shake hands and I reenter my room.

“You moved my clothes into your room?” She’s opening and shutting my dresser doors.

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