Page 7 of Compelled Obedience

Huffing, I shoved the phone into my jacket. Next, she’d demand pictures from the illustrious by-invitation-only event for our website. As I returned to my drink, something caught my eye. Star Angel was out of her cage and currently being hassled by three customers. It was impossible to take my eyes off her, the way she was able to handle herself professional yet with purpose. But there was no denying she was already close to getting into a physical fight, her stance reminding me of a boxer ready to throw a punch.

While I’d normally allow the bouncers to handle the situation, I couldn’t allow things to get out of hand. I took long strides toward the group, scanning the three gentlemen I’d never seen before. That meant nothing on the Blackout side of my club, the expansive location open to the public after a hefty entrance fee.

“Gentlemen. I’m going to need to ask you to stop hassling my employees.” While I wasn’t known for charming demeanor, I thought it best to try a positive approach first. If I didn’t succeed, there would likely be bloodshed and my face on the morning news. That wouldn’t bode well for business. Or maybe it would.

It had before, although the scandal had followed me around like a noose hanging from my neck for three months. Still, the asshole shouldn’t have attempted to strongarm me inside my own club. Maybe I was just in the mood to start a fight.

Or a war.

“Fuck you, buddy. She belongs to us.”

The guy was almost as tall as I was, carrying a few more pounds, and he had trouble written all over his bald, inked head. I might have snagged one or two of my burly bouncers had the man not made the critical mistake of snapping his hand around Star’s wrist, yanking her against his chest. He was also stupid enough to flick his tongue like a serpent, the godawful sound cutting through the primal music.

Before I had a chance to say or do a thing, the stunning kitten elbowed him first, stomped on his foot with the tall heel of her boot second, then spun around and kneed him in the groin.

“Take that, you fucking piece of shit.” Before I had a chance to react, she cold cocked him under the jaw. His two buddies remained in shock. I couldn’t help but grin.

My God, I wanted to applaud her efforts, but only after I thrust my cock into her tight channel.

Get a grip, bubba. Keep your dick in your pants.

“Whoa!” the two other dudes said at the same time.

When the first guy reared back, his fist already in motion, determined to deck a lady, I had no choice but to step in. Issuing a single savage punch to his nose, I was provided with the joy of hearing it crack upon breaking as well as his guttural whimper as he was pitched to the floor. At least this time I didn’t break any furniture in the process.

The two other guys were stunned but Star Angel glared at me defiantly. “Hey. I don’t know who you are, but I can take care of myself. I didn’t need your damn interference.” Her lilting Spanish accent was delicious music in the overheated environment.

Her tone was caustic, accusatory. And it was obvious she had no clue who I was. That suited me just fine. I’d have allowed her to continue believing I was some dumb schmuck vying for her attention if Brak and Abe hadn’t joined the party, both with their arms crossed as they surveyed the scene.

She was shifting back and forth, drawing attention to her cheap yet sexy thigh-high boots, which accentuated her shapely legs.

“Well, I would prefer it that a beautiful woman wasn’t accosted. If I can do something to keep that from happening, then I will.” I heard the continued antagonistic tone in my voice and sighed. It had been a long week, sleep difficult.

“A regular hero. Where’s your cape?” she asked snidely.

“At the cleaners. May I suggest that you take a break for a few minutes and collect yourself.”

The girl glared at me, the garish makeup unable to hide her annoyance. “You don’t rule me, buddy.”

Brak was waiting for the opportunity to jump in, amused at the banter. There was a fire in the girl that I appreciated, but not tonight. I had a mindset of dragging her to my office, forcing her over the edge of my desk for a harsh reminder that I was in charge. I envisioned her reddened bottom as I spanked her and my cock immediately flickered into life.

Oh, good. Do exactly that.

The jerk on the floor moaned and Star Angel acted as if she was ready to punch him again.

“Can I help you, boss?” Brak asked, his tone full of amusement.

My attention was drawn briefly to the fallen jerk.

“The fucker broke my nose. He broke my nose!” the thug wailed, flailing on the floor like some idiot.

“You’re lucky you won’t need a stay at the local hospital, buddy. The owner of the club doesn’t take kindly the female employees being harassed.” Abe jerked the asshole off the floor by his shirt, shaking his head and muttering under his breath.

I felt the heat of the girl’s glare as she realized I owned the place.

“Fuck,” Star Angel muttered. “This can’t be happening.”

“Kindly escort our boys to the door,” I told my bouncers, momentarily ignoring her. “This is your single warning, gentlemen. If you bother any of my employees again or create any issues whatsoever, you will be banned permanently from the joint.” I didn’t ask if they understood. I didn’t give a crap.

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