Page 80 of Anger

Reaching up to grab at his hands, I dig my nails into his skin. It does nothing to help the situation, he only pushes up until I’m barely on my tiptoes, my back tight against the wall.

“Our deal is off,” he growls, his hot breath bursting against my face. “But you still get to dance in your cage.”

Okay, so I’m not fired. Then again, if this is how my nights will start, I’m not sure I want to work here.

I have no choice but to defend myself. My head is getting woozy from the lack of oxygen, and I’ll be damned to die at the hands of this narcissistic prick.

Kicking out, I land the blow squarely between his legs. He releases me immediately with a groan of pain as my body slides down the wall. I land flat on my ass then attempt to crawl around him, but he grabs me by my hair to pull me to my feet.

The blow from the back of his hand knocks my face to the side, the skin where he hit me swelling up instantly, my blood rushing to the surface until it’s hot. I drop to the ground again, and he kicks me in the side, catching my arm where it had fallen to drop next to my hip.

“You think you have something on me?”

He’s standing over me now as I curl around myself to protect what I can from another kick of his boot.

“You want to play with sexual harassment charges. You dumb fucking whore. You just lost your meal ticket. Have fun fucking in the back rooms to pay your rent. I wassavingyou, but you’re too stupid to see it.”

When I think he’s going to kick me again, he backs away.

I push my body up on an elbow and look over at him, refusing to cry from the pain he caused.

Granger stares down at me and shakes his head. “I should have known you’re nothing more than a fucking cock tease. Suing the club isn’t going to work out for you, Ames. Good luck proving shit.”

What the fuck is he talking about?

I push myself up into a seated position, ignoring the throbbing in my cheek and arm. My throat is on fire from the way he gripped it, but I’m gulping in air again now that he let me go.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I answer in a raspy voice.

Glancing around the room, there’s not much I can use as a weapon against him, but I push up to my feet and plan to fight like hell if he comes at me again. He’d taken me by surprise the first time because it’s never been like him to be outwardly violent, but apparently, he thinks I’ve done something to threaten him or the club.

Rubbing at my arm with one hand, I wonder if there’s a hairline fracture. The pain is flaring through my nerves all the way down to the tips of my fingers and up to my shoulder.

“Yeah, of course, you’ll fucking lie about accusing me of sexual harassment and threatening to sue to the club.”

He laughs, the sound anything but funny.

“Good luck if you thought that was your new meal ticket. You can’t prove a thing. Why do you think I always paid you in cash?”

Dumbfounded, I find it difficult to respond. Not that he gives me time. Before I can say a word, he grabs the black angel wings from the wall and tosses them at me.

“Get dressed for work. As usual, you’re fucking late.”

Granger opens the door and walks halfway out before stopping in his path. Turning his head so that I can only see his profile, he barks out an arrogant laugh.

“I hope you have a ride home, Ames. Otherwise, it’s going to be a long fucking walk.”

The door slams behind him, and I stand in place, not understanding what the hell just happened.

Damon

Granger won’t be a problem anymore. Not after the conversation I had with his business partner.

Turns out his little deal with Blue put the entire club at risk. And if he’s doing it with one of the dancers, who knows how many others he’s had deals with before Blue?

Charles Copper III, also known as the silent owner of Myth, tripped over his own words when I called him pretending to be Blue’s lawyer. He managed to keep a calm demeanor. But I recognized the anger brewing just beneath it.

Playing on that anger, I was hoping to get the bastard to break off his partnership with Granger and buy him out of the club entirely. But the negotiations for that result fell through. Just last night, which is why I’m walking through Myth’s parking lot right now.

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