Fuckin’ hell.
What is it with this woman?
She goes from pissing me off to blowing my mind with this shit about what she’s just informed me of regarding Annslee.
Shit.
Grinning back at her, I make a decision in how this night is gonna end. “Since this is her last night, you won’t mind me doing something drastic?” I ask.
“Nope not at all, I’ll send Mitch a message to keep security out of the way,” she laughs, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
“Thanks that would be obliged. I’m gonna give my brother a heads up,” I state, nodding my head in Lex’s direction.
Nodding, Kit-Kat doesn’t bother looking at me again as she focuses on her phone.
Tapping the bar top, I move to the table where Lex, Angel, and the rest of the guys are sitting. Everyone but Lex are watching the girl dancing on the pole. My brother was simply scrolling through his phone looking at Facebook. “Hey, I’m about to get out of here,” I announce.
“What? You’re leaving her here?” Lex asks, quirking a brow as he glances up to look at me.
Grinning, I shake my head. “Nope, taking her with me. Kicking and screaming.”
“Damn man, alright, I’ll head on out with y’all,” he chuckles as he stands, shoving his phone in his pocket.
“Cool deal,” I laugh in return.
“What y’all ain’t gonna stay and enjoy the show?” Angel asks, turning his attention from the woman on stage.
“Naw, not my scene. Besides this is where Jordan used to work,” I inform Angel, mentioning Badger’s ol’ lady. I knew he’d met her along with Badger earlier this week and nearly got a fist to the eye when he hit on her in front of her ol’ man. Talk about hilarious.
Angel loses his grin at the mention of Jordan and I know he’s remembering that experience as well.
When it comes to Badger’s ol’ lady he doesn’t fuck around. They’d been through enough shit in their lives and now they were finally getting what they wanted.
“Yeah, I think I’ll head out too,” he mutters.
“Whatever man, stay and enjoy the show. Shit talk with Kit-Kat, do that smooth-talking shit you do on her, maybe she’ll let you play,” I joke.
“Fuck, don’t put that image in my head. I can only imagine what I could do with her. And it doesn’t involve fuckin’ her in anyway,” Angel groans.
“Don’t even want to think about that shit, man. Now I gotta woman to get home.” That and explain some things before showing her the error of her ways in coming to work here when she should have been with Huntson and myself.
Never again will she be working in a place like this. In a world that is dark around me I now get what it is about her that rubbed me the wrong way. Annslee’s the light who can shine through the night, keeping the demons in my head at bay.
I know this ‘cause not once this week, when she was around, did I feel them anywhere around me.
Fuck me.
Turning back to my woman, I find her staring at me and grin. Startled by this, Annslee quickly diverts her gaze to one of her customers.
On a mission, I make my way to the end of the bar, finding Kit-Kat standing there, nodding at me. As I round the end, I step behind the bar, move directly to Annslee, grab her arm, turn her to face me as I bend at the waist to put her stomach to my shoulder.
“Hunter, what are . . .” Annslee squeals as I lift her up and turn. “This isn’t funny, put me down,” she yells slapping my lower back.
“Dimples, shut it,” I command, tapping my hand against her ass lightly.
“Don’t tell me to shut it, Mr. Jerk,” she snaps, pressing her hands into my back. “Kit-Kat aren’t you going to help?
“Nope, I’m enjoying the show, babe, but just so you know it’s your last night here. I’ll bring your check and tips by Monday,” Kit-Kat calls out as several people make catcalls and whistling sounds.
Fuckin’ hell, now to seriously get my woman out of here.
Chapter Nine
Annslee
Oh.
My.
God.
I’m going to kill Hunter.
I’ve never in my life wanted to hurt anyone more than I do right now. Then again him touching me, his hand tapping my ass as he commands me to shut it, sent shivers down my spine all the way down between my legs.
What is it about Hunter that even if I’m mad at him for throwing me over his shoulder like he-man, I find his antics hot?
“Hunter, put me down,” I snap once again as he steps out into the cool air of Sinner’s Cove.
“When I get you to the car I will,” he says, rubbing my ass with his hand not wrapped around my legs.
“I have my own car here,” I mutter, trying to push myself up off his shoulder.
“Yeah, I know you do, Dimples; however, since you lied to me about going to the store but came here instead, your ass is in my car and I’ll get one of my brothers to come help me get your car tomorrow. Hell, I might just have them take it straight to the junk yard considering the damn thing is a fuckin’ hooptie.” He did not just say that.
Oh my freaking God.
“My car is not a hooptie,” I declare, smacking a hand against his ass, only for him to bring his hand harder against my own.
Dang it.
“Hunter,” I whine as Hunter comes to a stop next to his car and places me on my feet.
“Shut it, Annslee. When we get home we’ll talk. For now, take this time to get it through your fuckin’ head, shit’s changed and you’re not in this alone anymore.
