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I saw red, making him see nothing but black.

“Motherfucker, look what you did. This is one of my favorite fuckin’ shirts.” I hit him, this time with my fist. “Now, I asked you a question. Do you like to hit women, asshole? Hmm? I asked you a question twice. There won’t be a third.”

He spit more blood onto the pavement, grabbing his stomach and failing miserably to get to his feet again. “Go fuck yourself, Jameson!”

I slowly cocked my head to the side with a grin, peering over at my guard, who was leaning against the brick wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

I was calm.

Cool.

Collected.

“Did you hear what he said? He wants me to go fuck myself, right? That’s what he said?”

My guard chuckled, knowing precisely what I was going to do.

Not faltering, I spun back around and kicked him square in the throat. He recoiled, immediately gasping for air. Thrashing around, he desperately gripped his throat as if his hands would suddenly allow him to breathe.

“You want me to go fuck myself? Is that what ya want me to do?”

“No,” he whimpered.

With my foot, I rolled him onto his back before crouching beside him. “What? You didn’t say that? You didn’t just say, ‘Go fuck yourself’?” I taunted, kneeling one knee on his torso. Pressing all my weight onto his chest, I made it nearly impossible for him to breathe. “You callin’ me a liar? I’m a liar, now?” I threw the lid in front of me, pulling out my gun. Aiming it right toward his cock.

His eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me.” I nodded to my guard. “Get Angel.”

Once she stood out there with us, I stated, “He’s got something to say to you.”

She eyed my gun that was still aimed at him and then at him.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“Now take out all the money you have from your wallet and give it to her as an apology.”

“Yes…” He shook, tossing over a thousand dollars on the road.

“We good?” I asked her.

“We will be in a second.” She turned and kicked him in the balls. “Now we’re good.” I chuckled, placing my gun in the back of my slacks, and walked back inside.

Completely caught off guard by who was now DJ’ing the private party in the strip club room.

Duchess.

CHAPTER

NINE

DUCHESS

My eyes locked with him from across the room, and for a second, it looked like he was pissed. It wasn’t until he stood beside me, grabbing my arm that I knew he was.

“Excuse me?” I exclaimed, suddenly upset.

“What do you think you’re doing back here?”

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