Page 14 of Swamp Princess

“What do you want?” I snap again, making Rem and Loyal pause.

Huffing again, she sighs. “I called to tell you we are headed to Two Direction night club.” She hangs up before I can even say anything.

“KG, what's up?” Loyal says mid-dress.

“The girls are going to the nightclub as well.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Rem snaps already way past his limit. “Those fucking bitches.” He sneers and he spins around, finishing dressing. Once everyone is ready, we head out the door and take the private exit that will lead us to the parking lot where my Bugatti is.

“Where do you think they would go to eat?” Loyal asks as we pile in.

I know where I would go. It’s a secret little sin of mine. I sometimes cross over just to eat there. Some of the best fucking burgers in the world. “Greasy B’s,” I say noncommittally. They don’t press me on it and I turn in the direction of South Warren, hating every second of it.

By the time we get there, night has already started falling and I wasn’t wrong when I see Haven through Greasy B’s windows. The smells make my mouth water and instead of going in and dealing with Haven, I pull us around to the drive through and order. The guys look at me weirdly as I order what I think they would like and hand them the bag.

“What? I’m starving,” I say to them before they can question me on it. I don’t want to tell them that I have been coming here for years and eating. Once our meal is paid for, I park back in front of the restaurant where we can see Haven, who is now sitting with Brinley and her fucking boyfriend.

My hands ball into fists. I enjoyed thinking of her name, but I don’t like the way he looks at her, or the way she sneaks glances at him. I’m probably projecting since my future is set in stone right now, just like the other two men in the car with me. These people have no idea how much freedom they really have.

I watch as they joke around, and he steals kisses from her, and I feel my nails bite into my palm. Even with all the money in the world, I am there with a fucking noose around my neck. We watch them eat and when they get up, I watch Brinley scoot under the dick's arm and surprisingly, Haven does too and she giggles, looking at Brinley.

“I will fucking murder him,” Rem says from the back.

“No, you won’t. You know the more you push Haven, the more she is going to push back.” I pause, looking at him, “and we need her to fall in line.” I leave the unspoken words in my eyes and Rem nods, sucking in a breath.

They walk outside and climb in a beat looking mustang and we follow behind them, making sure to keep them in sight. My stomach turns when I see the trailer park. I hang back and wait. It takes an hour and by the time they emerge, I almost don’t recognize Haven and I know that it sets off Rem.

“What the fuck is she wearing?” Haven looks great. You can still tell she’s from across the tracks and it almost looks like she is playing dress-up. Dark jeans and a cutoff midriff t-shirt and some ankle boots.

Brinley is wearing black jeans that hang on her hips just right and a black top that looks like a corset with red ties. Her hair is down, letting it hang over one shoulder. I can see she is wearing sneakers.

“Don’t lose them,” Loyal says, breaking the silence. I don’t think we need to worry about it, I know where they are going. I don’t get a good feeling about the place, but we need to make sure Haven is okay.

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Brinley

Greasy B’s was what I needed. The burger hit just right. The moment I introduced Blaise to Haven, I felt right. They hit it off, and it didn’t make me feel self-conscious. We climbed back in Blaise Mustang and headed right to the club.

I was so excited the closer we got. I didn’t like that it was Amir’s club but any chance to dance like this I was up for. Especially after my embarrassment at the ballroom dancing. By the time we get there it is in full swing. Amazingly, we didn’t have to wait, which means they aren’t at full capacity.

I take a moment to take Haven in and even in my clothing, she still doesn’t blend in with the swamps. She has an air about her that speaks of breeding that only money can buy, and strangely, I find myself still liking her.

“Haven, ready to dance?” She looks over at me nervously.

“Now?” I watch her fiddle her hands and I smile. She is nervous to dance.

“Don’t worry, Blaise and I got you.” I pull her and Blaise with me to the floor and put her in front of me and Blaise behind just as No Hands by Waka Flocka blares. We start dancing and slowly, Haven starts to react, and Blaise and I glare at any asshole that comes close to her. Not until she is ready.

I’m glad I brought my butterfly knife with me tonight. I know Blaise is packing too. I lean against him as another song plays and this calls for a change of pace. Slow and sensual. I nudge Blaise to dance with her and keep her in my front as Blaise obliges and holds her hips, helping her between us to guide.

The moment Blaise is not at my back, another takes his spot and I feel a hard chest before a warm breath tickles my ear. I hear a deep moan as my hips grind back. “Brin, baby, you tease.”

Spinning, I wrap my arms around Damien. Tonight, I say the hell with it. I’m going to dance with whoever while Blaise helps keep Haven safe. “Who is your gorgeous friend?” I turn and smile at Haven who is looking at him with stars in her eyes.

“Don’t fucking try shit, Damien,” I whisper to him. I don’t want him to try to take advantage. “I mean it.” He leans down and licks my ear.

“Don’t worry, I will behave.” He switches with Blaise, but before Blaise can even get back to me, two Skystead bitches stop him and ask him to dance. He looks at me and I smile. This is a new club, and it is meant to bring both sides of Warren together.

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