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I’ve claimed my woman’s body. I’m tired of standing on the sidelines while men violate her. Sharing my wife with a multitude of men was never my fucking intention. This shit ends, now. I tried to honor my wife’s wishes. Or shall I say I pretended to try. I knew once she was my wife, I was putting an end to the stripping, shit. Yeah, it was my plan all along. Lydia is my mine, my woman, my wife, my love, my heart.
My men waited for me inside. The three men were ready to move. I was dressed in a black t-shirt, black khakis, and Gore-Tex leather boots. Gathered before the elevator we stood in silence loading our Glocks. I tapped the ear piece in my ear. “Sebastian, we are moving out.”
“Let me know when you and your team are in position.”
“Got it.”
I glanced at my men. “Everyone clear on what to do?”
“Yes, boss.”
“Valen, remember stay with Lydia no matter what. Do not let her leave there without you if things go south.”
“I’ve got your back Hayden.”
Valen called me by my first name reminding me he is not only my employee, but a loyal friend. My thoughts ran deep about tonight. There was no turning back. I patted Valen’s shoulder a couple of times.
“Let’s go.”
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My two body guards followed behind us in the second black Suburban. They fell back parking at the corner. Val drove into the parking lot of the strip club. He parked close to the door.
I hopped out, walking into the club hall area. I waited behind another gentleman being patted down. I tapped the side of my glasses twice. Sebastian and I now shared the same view. The club went dark. I tapped the opposite side of the glasses giving me night vision. I had five seconds to walk over to the private room. I could see the thick cigarette smoke in the darkness. Sebastian had a live feed inside and outside of the club. He knew exactly where Lydia was in the club.
Customers yelled. “Turn the lights back on!”
“Stay seated everyone. We are looking into the problem!” the owner yelled.
Once I was in position the lights turned on. The staff scurried throughout the club reassuring customers everything was fine.
“For the inconvenience tonight, everyone will get a shot of Tequila.”
Everyone, cheered.
The dimly lit private room was brought into view on the spy glasses. I could hear everything happening in the room courtesy of Sebastian.
Lydia turned to her customer. “Listen Jeremy, no touching me anywhere other than my ass and waist. That is the lane you stay in tonight.”
“Come on Scrumptious, I’m only in town for tonight. You never let me do more even when we come into the private room. I’m not with your cousin anymore, so what’s up?”
“Nothing’s up. You sound fucking crazy! You were married to my cousin. She’s my blood. Why the hell do you come in here anyway asking for me? Ask for Cherry or one of the other girls.”
He licked his lips while staring into Lydia’s infuriated eyes. Quickly, his fingers swiped her pussy.
“What the fuck muthafucka?! You lost your fucking mind.” Lydia slapped him upside the head.
I blacked out. I remember storming into the room and that’s it.
I grabbed him by his collar, I began slamming my fists into his jaw. “What the fuck did she tell you? She told you don’t fucking touch her in the wrong way. You, stupid motherfucker! When a woman tells you not to disrespect her you fucking listen!”
I heard Lydia pleading with me to stop hitting him. “Hayden, don’t kill him. He’s my cousins ex-husband!”
She’s never witnessed my wrath. Lydia has never seen first-hand what I am capable of.
It took three guys to pull me off of him.
Lydia’s face was wet with tears. She waved the bouncers back. “Hayden, look at me!” Her hands rested upon my chest.
“You can’t do this! You can’t come to my job and behave like this. The bouncers will take care of him.”
“Oh yeah? They can take care of him right after I wipe the floor with his ass!” I pushed Lydia aside then charged at him again.
“Do you know who I am?! I play for the Seattle Seahawks. I’m a two-time Super bowl champ! You can’t fuck with me!”
His shirt was crumpled within my grasp in one hand. I retrieved my gun from within the waist band under my shirt with the other. I held the gun to his head. “Tell me again what the fuck I can do! Tell me!”
