“No, you're not. Give us an hour. That girl is ours.” I nod my head towards the stage and the woman glances around with a gulp and nods her head while collecting the money. She takes one last look at Tillie before she runs towards the back room.
I roam my gaze around the club after she disappears, counting five men that I have to kill tonight but what has me raising a brow in surprise is when my eyes clash with Dom across the strip club.
He’s coming through the back exit with a damn Mk-16 rifle casually hanging from his hand as he surveys the room. His eyes meet mine at the same time and he smirks while gesturing towards the five men crowded around the stage as Tillie twirls around the pole with her eyes closed.
I tilt my head, wondering what his game is but decide it doesn’t hurt to have someone who can help get rid of bodies at the moment. I’ll repeatedly stab him in the gut if he tries anything that would cause harm to Tillie. I give a single nod to him and walk with my hands in my pants pocket as I go to stand behind a fucker looking at our girl.
Yeah. I said it.Ourgirl. I’m not an idiot. I see the way Dom is watching her. Clear as day, I can tell he wants her as he looks her up and down with dark eyes that burn with desire and possessiveness. Tillie didn’t seem the least bit concerned that he’s been stalking her. I know about that too because I hacked into his phone. It’s almost laughable how easy you can hack into anyone’s phone. Picture after picture of her fills his photo gallery every single day. I’m going to have to talk to Dalton about his security issue. The fuck face even has a picture of her sleeping at the club in Dalton’s bed… with him cuddled right up to her in his sleep. Not sure how he got by everyone that patrols the compound. Gotta admit, even I’m impressed. I should be pissed about this situation but for the life of me, I can’t find it in me to be. Danger seems to follow Tillie wherever she goes, so having another pair of eyes on her won’t hurt. Currently, Dom looks like he’s going to open fire round after round at the salivating men staring at all the skin she’s showing.
I get it, I really do, but her body isn’t for anyone else. Hell, I get mad when another guy breathes in the same room as her. It’s such a strange feeling she causes within me. It’s either strangle her for disobeying me or fuck her stupid until she only screamsyes.Since I kind of like having her around, I’ll go with option two.
“Get out.” I keep my voice low, keeping my eyes on the stage so I don’t miss anything Tillie is doing, and pick the guy out of his seat by the collar of his shirt without glancing at him.
“Hey! Who the hell do you thin–” he stutters but shuts up when I look him in the eye and don’t say anything. “Yeah, you got it, man.” He must see the murder in my eyes for looking at what is mine and it fucking pisses me off that I even had to take my eyes off her to tell this fuckwad to get out.
I toss him aside and take his seat, kicking my feet up on the table. It gives me a view right in the center of the stage. Another man stares at me, frozen with a glass halfway to his mouth and I only have to raise a brow before he’s scattering to the exit. Dom cleared out the other section and comes to sit next to me, placing his rifle on the table while getting relaxed. Tillie hasn’t noticed the empty strip club, she seems to be in her own little world. That’s okay. I could watch her dance forever.
“Beautiful,” Dom’s voice comes out a low whisper of awe and completely ruptured, staring at Tillie as she runs her hands down the curve of her breasts to her sexy hips.
I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or himself. I can't help but agree though.
“That rose has thorns,” I tell him without looking away as Tillie grips the pole and slowly twirls around it.
That color of red on her is alluring and incredibly sexy.
“Are you trying to warn me? I don’t see how that’s a bad thing. I don’t mind bleeding to have something so beautiful and delicate in my hands.” Dom hums in appreciation as she gets to her knees and starts crawling towards the front of the stage.
I feel my pants getting tighter, my cock straining against my zipper, and I know Tey is going to lose his mind when he gets here. I’m going to have to zip tie him up, he’ll take one look at Tillie and want to impregnate her right here and now. He won’t care that he’s pumping her full of his little swimmers in a seedy strip club. Tey… he would be content with knowing little Teys would be planting roots and Tillie would be stuck with him.
“Fuck, man. I can’t take this kind of torture,” Dalton mutters behind me with a groan and sits his ass next to me, cursing as he watches Tillie dance exotically.
I don’t bother responding. I know Logan and Tey arrive at the same time when the barely there sound of the door slamming shut is heard over the music but you can’t hear their approach. You get used to stealing, breaking and entering, killing people… you get real good at being fucking quiet when you want to be.
“Logan, please. I’m begging you,” Tey practically whimpers as Tillie crawls closer to the edge and leans back with her legs spread wide.
Her skin is smooth as caramel but riddled with scars and tattoos that I’d like to nibble on while she’s tied up to my bed and at my mercy. I can understand the desperation Tey is feeling right now. It’s like a forbidden fruit dangling in front of your face, but then again I’ve always taken what I wanted. I would spend hours between her juicy thighs, enjoying the sweet torture of wringing out orgasm after orgasm out of her. Watching her squirt all over, soaking my face until I’m drowning in her. My fingers twitch across my bottom lip, resisting the urge to bring her off the stage and dragging her across my lap until her ass is red and blistering. She happens to look up as dark, delicious thoughts cross my mind and I enjoy the way her eyes widen as she draws in a sharp breath.
It’s like I’m taking away all her oxygen and only releasing her when it suits me. I want to give her life and be able to take it away when I want to.
“Don’t stop on my account. Keep dancing.” I stare into her dark eyes that spark with pain and anger all at once.
Her emotions always cross her face like a rolling film, flicker after flicker of what she’s feeling. Easy to read and making it hard to hide secrets from me. I like uncovering secrets, ones that can hurt a person, and tie them to me until I let them free. I don’t even have to try with her, she’s an open book.
She looks hesitant, refusing to look away from me but comes to a decision when she just aims a glare at me.
“Ah. There’s that spark. Dance for us, mama,” Dom orders from across the table, leaning back with a grin as Tillie whips her gaze over to him with disbelief crossing her face.
“What the fuck?” Logan growls somewhere off to my left, probably just now noticing Dom.
I look at Logan over my shoulder with a small head shake, seeing his lips curled in a snarl like he wants to take a chunk out of Dom with his bare teeth. Can’t say I blame him. It would solve the problem of him trying to take Tillie away from us, but Dom knows things that are coming to light. The hard drive Logan gave me from Franco’s computer was disturbing to say the least and it’s getting harder and harder to decide who to trust.
“Lo, not here.” It’s the only thing I say in a hard voice.
He narrows his eyes at me before glancing up at the ceiling with a muttered curse and shakes off Tey who was holding him back from attacking Dom like a wild animal. Logan turns his gaze to Tillie as she crouches on the stage, looking between all of us warily.
“Finish the song, baby girl. Afterwards, we need to have that talk, okay?” Logan says stiffly, grabbing her chin so she looks at him.
She closes her eyes as if in pain and nods her head before pulling away. I hate that look on her face. It makes my body tighten, having the urge to go find whoever hurt her and kill them. We are the only ones allowed to cause her suffering so at the end of the day, we can change that expression to one of pleasure.
