Page 24 of Fang (Lotus MC: San Antonio #2)

I feel energized lately. Like I am floating above the world, almost. I have never been so happy in my life. I feel like I could conquer the world without even breaking a sweat.

Is this what it feels like to be in love?

“Oh look, it’s the teacher’s pet.” Venus snorts as I walk into the dressing room.

She’s just done her stint on the side stage as I did mine on the main stage. I did amazing, but I didn’t see too many guys at hers.

She’s salty.

“Whatever, Venus,” I tell her.

The girls have noticed Fang giving me more attention lately. At first, I worried it would make my life hell, but then I decided I didn’t give a fuck. I’m happy for the first time in my life. I’m going to enjoy it.

The happiness doesn’t last long, though. Opening my locker, I see my next outfit missing.

“Very funny. Who touched my shit?” I ask.

No one says a word, but I hear some snickers.

“Oh, so we are resorting to high school bullshit? You think that by taking the outfit it will ruin my dance?”

“Well, it is a themed night. If you can’t fit the Paradiso versus Inferno theme, you’ll get reprimanded.”

I see what her angle is. She thinks that Fang will have no choice but to punish me if I break the rules when he makes the goddamn rules.

I take a deep breath, though.

She won’t win. Not because I know he won’t do anything to me. It’s because my first dance was my Paradiso dance. I was a beautiful angel in white up on the stage. My second dance was my Inferno. I planned to be the devil.

Maybe instead, I can be a Lotus.

The idea forms in my head as I smirk.

“No problem, Venus. I’ll handle it.” I knock her shoulder as I pass her to head to the shower.

By the time I’m done, I have a fully thought-out idea. I don’t know if it will cause issues, but I’m done treading lightly. I’m going to make a statement.

Back in the locker room, there are only two other girls getting ready for their next dance. I hurry up and do my makeup the way I envisioned in the shower. Then I stalk down to the office, still in my white panties and pasties. I don’t bother knocking, opening the door and stepping inside.

Fang looks up at me, eyes hungry as he takes in my body.

“How can I help you, little dancer?” He licks his lips.

“I need your jacket.” I cross my arms, waiting for him to tell me no.

I fully expected to have to explain myself, but he surprises me. He stands, grabbing the leather jacket and bringing it across the office to me. He holds it open for me, so I turn and slip it on.

I glance down and see the Road Captain patch on the jacket, matching the one on the cut he is wearing.

“What’s going on?” he asks.

“I’m about to do something really fucking stupid. I hope you’ll forgive me for it.”

His smile only grows. “I love this feisty side of you. Come on, I want to see this incredibly stupid idea you have.”

He leans in, kissing me gently before guiding me out of the office.

He keeps his hand on my lower back as he escorts me through the hallways, several of the girls gasping when they see me in his jacket.

Then we make it to the main room. I make sure to find Venus as I walk across the floor.

She doesn’t see me at first. She’s talking with a man at a table, likely trying to get him to go into the back room with her.

Happy comes to my side as I make it to the stage. Fang offers me his hand as he helps me climb the steps.

“Put on a show for me, little dancer,” he says, his tone husky.

I wink at him as I take my position, waiting for the dance before me to end.

“What the fuck are you doing, Cami?” Happy hisses as Fang makes his way to the seat he always takes when I dance.

“Showing them bitches they don’t know who they messed with.”

“I sure hope you know what you are getting yourself into,” he mumbles.

I don’t. I keep that to myself, though. Instead, I give him a small smile, then a nod.

He chuckles. “Good luck out there, kid. You’re going to need it.”

I have no idea what he means, but I don’t get a chance to ask him more. The song ends. Jenny comes striding off the stage, pausing when she sees me. Her eyes are wide, but Happy ushers her off of the stage as she waits for the sweeper to bring her the money she earned.

“Next up on stage is your favorite vixen. The woman you pretend is in your bed each night. She can be an angel, but I think you’ll love her even more when she embraces her dark side. Welcome to the stage, Killa Kam.”

The crowd roars as I step into the middle of the stage. The lights go out as I control my breathing.

This is it. This is the statement I’m making.

There’s no going back now. Even if I wanted to, most of the girls have already seen me. I know there is significance to wearing this jacket, but I have no idea what it really is. It doesn’t matter, though. I’m embracing it. Embracing him.

He has become my constant. The one to make me forget my past and actually believe I have a future.

The spotlight turns on, highlighting me as the music starts.

I meet Venus’s eyes and see them widen with shock and horror. Then I look at Fang and see the hunger.

This dance is for you.

He nods his head, giving me the encouragement I need to move.

Showtime.

When Cami came to my office, I had no idea what she was planning to do. She asked for my jacket, and I couldn’t tell her no. I knew that by giving it to her, I was making a proclamation. I don’t think she really understands the weight of it, though.

I should have warned her before she got on that stage, but it’s too late now. She’s telling everyone in the club that she is mine. She has my name on her body in a way that is only allowed when there is a claim.

As she stands in the spotlight looking at me, I nod.

She’s mine now. It was one thing to let her wear it for our impromptu ride, but this is different. By tomorrow morning, all my brothers will know it too.

Cami is my little dancer. My old lady.

I hope she’s ready for it because there is no going back. We will have to have a ceremony and all of that, but for now, this is enough. It’s a statement like no other, that’s for sure.

I know I will have to deal with the brothers giving me shit for falling for a stripper, but Cami is more than that. She is smart, kind, and caring. She isn’t what everyone will assume she is. Soon they will all realize it too. It’ll be too late, though, because she is mine.

She holds the two sides of my jacket over her breasts as she begins to move. I glance around the room for a moment, proud as hell when all of my brothers turn their attention elsewhere. Many of them love watching her, but not anymore. They never will again. Not now that she is mine.

I focus back on my woman, not giving a fuck that some of the patrons are calling out to her. This dance isn’t for them.

It’s for me.

She keeps her eyes locked on me as she goes into a split, leaning forward to show some cleavage. Then she spins to her back, spreading her legs from above. She keeps moving and contorting her body in ways I know I can’t wait to see in our bedroom.

Our.

It is ours now.

She pulls herself up to stand as she walks around the pole in the middle of the stage. I’m always in awe when I see her do the aerial tricks. The strength she must have to hold her body in the air using only her thighs and the pole.

She bends backward on the pole, grabbing it with her hands as she makes a backflip before landing on the ground. She twirls around the pole, my jacket fanning out around her, giving a peek of her pasties as she does.

I lick my lips, wishing it was just us in this club. I would fuck her into that stage and make her scream my name.

I try to cool my thoughts, but there’s no hope.

Not when she looks at me with that little smirk before she does a cartwheel, landing into a perfect split.

She grabs the end of her foot, wedging it behind her head before she does the same with the other, rolling backward until she lets her legs fall, flipping to push herself up, her ass straight in the air.

She is a sexual goddess. Watching her on stage is something I will never get over. She steals my attention, making me forget everything around me.

She does another pole trick before blowing a kiss at me. I want her lips on mine right now. I resist the urge to storm the stage and take her for everyone to see.

As the song comes to an end, I shoot a text to Happy. She doesn’t get to slink off to the locker room after that. No, she is making a statement, then so am I.

Several of my brothers come over, patting me on the back, congratulating me. I accept it, but keep my eyes on the side of the stage. When she emerges, I fight the urge to go to her. I let Happy bring her to me.

“You wanted to see me?” She looks nervous.

I hold my hand out to her. She takes it as I pull her into my lap.

“I don’t do extras,” she teases.

“Never. I want to hold you. Do you know how sexy it was to watch you up there on that stage with my name on your body?”

She wiggles in my lap, giggling. “Maybe a little.”

“Do you want to tell me what that was about?” I ask.

She sighs. “One of the girls stole my outfit. I know I could have gone out there and danced in whatever, but I’m sick of them. I wanted to make a statement. Are you mad?”

I shake my head as I nuzzle her neck. “Nope. You made a statement, all right. A huge one.”

She turns to me, frowning. “A lot of the guys weren’t looking at me, though. Did I fuck up?”

“They won’t look at you now. Not any of my brothers, at least. It’s a respect thing,” I inform her.

She frowns. “I don’t want it to affect my money or the money I make for the club.”

“Fuck this club. Don’t regret it for that. This club makes plenty even if you decide to never dance again. If you are going to regret what you did, do it for you. I really hope you don’t, though.”

She bites her bottom lip. “I need the money, Jensen.”

“We will figure that out later. Money can’t be the reason you do things, Cami. That leads to greed and corruption. Now, I need to know, money aside, do you regret it?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “I don’t.”

There wasn’t even hesitation. The conviction in her tone convinces me that she means it. It settles the small part of me that worried she might want to take it back.

“Good. You put something in motion tonight. It’s going to change everything, but I promise it’s good. It’ll be good.”

She leans into me, settling more firmly on my lap. “I trust you. I want this. Whatever I did, I want it. I want you.”

I kiss her. “You’ve got me.”