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I rolled my eyes at him. Who the hell did he think he was talking to? He was fine but not enough to be disrespectful in my house.

“What were you in prison for?” I felt silly waiting until I hired him to ask this question but I was curious. I still had to do a background check and if it came back he was a pervert, I would fire him. I might even shoot him.

“Drug possession. I did five years,” he stared at me blankly.

“Are you done with that life?” I asked.

“Yep.”

“Because this is a clean club…”

“Yeah right…”

“Excuse me?” I asked.

“Look, I saw three transactions take place while we were on the floor. It was subtle and you wouldn’t have caught it but I did. So tell me something, who really owns this club?”

“What? I do!”

“Who are you allowing to sell drugs here?”

“How do you know I’m allowing it?”

“Shit, you could be the Queen Pin herself for all I know. Ion care about that. What I want to know is how do you want to handle it? I’m not touching the shit because I refuse to go back to prison. Do you want me to turn a blind eye or throw any d-boys out?”

“I’m not a Queen Pin but I do have an arrangement with someone. I’m allowing him to sell drugs in here. I don’t want you to do anything about it.”

He tilted his head back and sighed. “They need to do a better job at discretion. Tell whoever got you on payroll that he’s moving sloppily.”

“Will do.”

“I’m serious, Queen. I ain’t goin’ back to prison. If I get caught up in some shit, I’ll burn this muhfucka up with you inside.”

“Then you’ll really be going to prison,” I smirked.

“Only if I get caught.”

He was an asshole and I shouldn’t have been attracted to him but I was. I watched his sexy lips move, wondering what they would feel like sucking on my clit.STOP IT QUEEN. I needed to let these thoughts go before I ended up in trouble.

He was still nodding when the door flung open behind us.

“Queen!” Darius burst through the door. I didn’t want to deal with him. He was fired and he needed to stay out of my club.

“I need to talk to you,” he barked. “You can’t just fire me.”

“You’re interrupting,” I said. “Get out.”

“I ain’t going nowhere ’til you say at least pay me a month’s severance. After everything I did for this club?—”

Cannon stepped between us, slow and silent.

“You should lower your voice,” he said.

Darius blinked. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Security.”

“Man, get out my face before I?—”