Tanner: Alexis can’t she’s out for the count right now, besides baby’s due any day can’t leave her right now.
Lex: Asked Mackenzie, she said she’ll come to your side and watch him.
Me: Thanks, man.
Lex: Yep, meet you outside.
Me: Right.
Chaz: Text when you confirm what she’s doing.
Me: Yep.
Dropping my phone onto the bed, I climb off the bed, move to my dresser, and grab a pair of jeans. I quickly pull them up, fasten them while making my way to the closet to snag a tee. Finally, I shove my feet into a pair of DCs, put my wallet in my back pocket, and move back to the bed to pick up my phone.
By the time I step into the hallway with the baby monitor, Mackenzie is coming my way.
“Thanks for this,” I tell her as I hold the little device out to her.
“No problem, I’ve got him. Let me know how it goes,” she says, taking the monitor from my hand and heads to Huntson’s room.
“Will do,” I mutter and head for the stairs knowing Huntson was in good hands.
Mackenzie was family, she’d take good care of him while I go out to figure out what his momma was up to. If I find out she’s stripping again, I’ll lose my shit. I told her she doesn’t have to work there to take care of Huntson. It’s why I moved her in with me.
Fuckin’ hell.
“Where you two going?” Angel asks as I meet Lex at the front door.
“Sinner’s Cove, you wanna come?” Lex asks.
“Fuck yeah, be right behind you,” he chuckles with a shit eating grin.
Shaking my head, I pay him no mind as I open the front door and head for my Crossfire, I hadn’t driven it in a while so figured tonight was a good night to take her out for a spin.
Chapter Seven
Annslee
“So, you’re telling me Huntson’s dad moved you into his home with the rest of his family, told you to quit working here and you’re here, why?” Kit-Kat mutters from her seat across from me as I get myself set up behind the bar. Out of all the women in Sinner’s Cove who work here, besides Dean’s wife, she’s the coolest. I love the dominant demeanor she carries around herself.
Total confidence.
“I’m here ‘cause I won’t let Hunter take care of me. I refuse to be the little woman. I don’t want to let them win,” I snap in frustration. Over the past two weeks, I’ve pretty much lived in my head. If I was in the same room with someone else at the house, I wouldn’t look at them. I knew this was out of fear of repercussions.
Especially when Bethany’s father and his club showed up at the house.
“Let who win?” Kit-Kat asks, though she turns to the crowd with a watchful eye.
“All of them,” I tell her while moving about in my station and begin filling orders. It takes me a couple minutes to do this but as I make it back to Kit-Kat she’s got her eyes trained on me.
“Explain what you mean by that,” she demands, leaning forward on the bar. Her breasts nearly spilling out of her top.
“What’s there to explain? Men are controlling and if I stop working here, it means he wins. They all win. I’ll become the woman, I swore I wouldn’t. The one I ran away to avoid becoming.” I know by the time I finish speaking, I’ve said more than I probably should have.
“I don’t know who the hell fucked up your head, babe, but that’s some serious fucked up shit. You realize no man can ever stop you or control your body. If Huntson’s dad wanted to control you, your ass wouldn’t have left the house tonight to come here,” she states firmly, crooking a finger in my direction. Leaning in closer to Kit-Kat I suck in a breath as she begins again, “You know I can tell the differences between the women in this club. You’ve heard the rumors that it’s me who disciplines the dancers even the waitresses if they step out of line. They all know this, some of them get a kick out if, some of them beg for it. That’s not me controlling them, it’s me showing them the error of their ways. If I didn’t know they could take what I dish out like you for instance, then I’d never touch them. It would then be up to Mitch to step in since he’s head of security for our boss, Dean.”
“Now when it comes to Huntson’s dad, does he know you were a virgin?” I shake my head immediately in answer to her question, my cheeks heating as I do so. “Alright, tell me why you didn’t tell him about his kid,” she demands.
“Hey, I could use a refill over here, babydoll,” one of my customers yells from down the bar.
“Got it,” I call out to him. “Be back,” I mutter to Kit-Kat while deciphering her question in my head, along with all the other stuff she’d just laid out for me.
Kit-Kat was right, I’d heard the rumors about how she disciplines the employees when they misbehave. She was not only a dominant woman but one who was a lesbian.
Nothing wrong with this fact. I find it actually appealing, though I know it’s not for me. I’m sure when Kit-Kat finds someone they’ll have to be a challenge for her. She doesn’t do weak. Which makes me wonder, why she’s breaking everything down for me now.
Once all of my customers were taken care of and the waitresses were good, I make my way back to Kit-Kat.
“Hunter’s hated me from the moment he first met me. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to trap him. Because I wasn’t, but when it comes to Huntson, I don’t regret what him and I had even if it was one night,” I tell her as I brace myself against the bar top, holding her
