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“We’d ask you to date us,” Roman says, “but we had to take some drastic measures to ensure your safety first. Besides… we’re not sure you’re ready. Let’s start slow.”
“Like, by not letting you get fucking raped,” Kyrian says.
I shiver. “I’d like that,” I whisper.
“Then it’s a deal,” Archer says, putting out his hand for me to shake. “Cage dancing it is.”
What I meant was that I’d like to date them. But like Roman said, let’s start slow. Baby steps.
Especially if said steps let me pay the bills and don’t demand I sell my body and soul to do it.
“Deal,” I confirm and slide my hand into Archer’s huge one, letting out a breath I’ve been holding ever since I got this pole dancing job. “And thank you.”
33
ROMAN
Brinlee gathers her stuff from the gaudy dressing room, and I accompany her to her asshole boss so she can resign.
“You what?” he hisses, his face an ugly mask of fury.
“I’m bowing out,” she says. “Stepping down. Leaving this job.”
“You won’t get another chance, if you come later with your tail between your legs, begging,” he says. “Is that clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Do they know what you need all the money for? Do they know who you are, and why you have debts?”
My ears prick up. I watch her pretty face, and she winces a little.
“It doesn’t matter,” she says. “I’m going.”
“You’ll just up and go,” he seethes now, “abandoning your post without a warning? Where am I supposed to find another dancer on such short notice?”
“The same way you served her up as a fucking appetizer to your friends without a warning,” I say, “and without any fucking right to do so.”
“You’re a slut,” he seethes, “a fucking whore.”
My vision narrows. I launch myself at him, ready to smash his stupid face, but she holds me back, holds all of us back just by stepping in front of us.
“Let it go,” she whispers. “Let it go, guys.”
It’s a struggle to obey, to think through the red haze of fury.
The bouncers finally arrive, but Archer and Kyrian turn toward them, folding those powerful arms over their chests, and the bouncers stop and cower.
“We’re leaving,” Kyrian announces, and the bouncers practically bow out of the way.
It’s kinda funny, though I know that my alphas are pretty intimidating, even when they’re not trying to be—and now they are. Those dark scowls can turn anyone’s guts to water.
Alphas are made like that, to compare dicks and butt heads, fight until the top alpha wins. Archer is a top alpha. Kyrian is a close second to him. Those two bouncers, alphas though they may be, stand no chance, and they know it.
“You’ll regret this!” the asshole boss calls after Brinlee as we walk her out of the club. “You’ll come begging!”
“Never,” she whispers, and I realize there are tears on her cheeks and fear in her eyes. I exchange a concerned look with the guys.
She really is desperate. We have to make sure she never endangers herself like this again.
