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“Well goddamn, darlin’, you keep spinning like that you might just take my whole paycheck,” Jacob, a regular with graying hair and a worn smile, yells to me.

I roll my hips, arching my back while I slide down the pole. My black curls cascade over my shoulder, and a sultry smile spreads across my lips.

“Baby,” I purr, swinging my hair over my shoulder. I slide to the floor and crawl closer to the balding man holding a wad of 5’s, “it’ll be the best check you’ve ever spent.”

He howls like a maniac, and his friends happily shower me with bills. That’s right, keep them coming. Your paycheck will definitely put me ahead of payments for Mason.

I lean back, letting the pink light from above wash over me.

The music fades, and Justin's sorry-ass voice comes over the loudspeaker.

“Give it up for the delicious Cinnamon!” I roll back on my heels, licking my lips at the older men.

“But hold onto your bulges, boys, because next up is a sweet little slice of heaven. Welcome Angel!”

I gather all the money I can, stuffing it into my panties and bra and make my way off the stage. “What the fuck, Dylan? I had at least ten more minutes in my set!”

Dylan, the club’s owner, rolls his eyes as he lights a cigarette. “Gwen, you were boring the crowd.”

“How fucking dare you?—”

“Aye, watch your fucking mouth, or I’ll take you off the books for a week!” I press my lips firmly together, crossing my arms over my chest.

“That’s illegal, you know.”

“And you know I don’t like legal chat in my club.” Dylan flicks the cigarette ash on the floor, giving me an annoyed look.

I smile, grabbing the cig out of his hand. “I see. I can only talk legalese when I’m getting you out of trouble.” Dylan gives me a humorless laugh as I take a long pull. “Go figure.”

Two years ago, I was at the top of my class at Georgetown Law, with dreams of becoming the best defense attorney in Washington, D.C.

But then Dad disappeared after Mason threatened to break his legs.

Mason had told Nana Rose that Dad’s debt was her debt.

Despite everyone telling me not to, I dropped out of Law School to help pay off the debt because no one hurts Nana Rose, not if I can help it.

So when Dylan’s club was facing the threat of being shut down due to rumors of illegal activities in the secret “peek-a-boo” rooms upstairs, we made a deal: I would use my legal expertise to help him, and in return, he would allow me to work on the main stage at Dream Palace until I paid off my father’s debt.

“Ha. Ha. Funny.” Dylan snatches his cigarette back. “Now go out there and offer a dance to some of Mason’s crew. They haven’t spent any money yet.”

Fuck. I shift my weight from side to side, biting the inside of my cheek.

Mason probably sent some of his men to collect the measly 500 dollars I pay towards my father’s quarter of a million-dollar debt.

“Come on, they love Angel way more than me.” I roll my eyes, trying to count the bills in my hands quickly.

“Chop. Chop. You know you’re Tyler’s favorite.” I roll my eyes, continuing to count. 15. 20. 25. Fuck, I only got 375 .

I push my breasts up and take a deep breath, steeling my nerves. “I thought I was boring,” I mock, sticking my tongue out at Dylan.

“Don’t pick a fight with me. Get out there.” Dylan points the cigarette at the door behind me, and I huff, sharply turning around on my six-inch stilettos.

I add an extra sway in my hips and make my way to the main floor, sliding just out of reach of some of the handsy men. I get wolf calls and “Hey baby,” but there is one set of eyes that silently weigh on me.

I look up to the left corner of the club, my eyes locking with a set of deep blue eyes. His gaze burns into mine, causing a thrill to ripple through me. I can feel his eyes tracing every curve, every dip of my silhouette, as I make my way through the club. I am drowning in his bright blue eyes.

He holds my gaze and lazily sips the amber liquid from his tumbler. I lean forward, eyes hooded behind the rogue strand from his slick back, dirty blonde hair. I can’t help but keep my gaze on him, his presence drawing me like a moth to a flame.

“Goddamn, you are fine!” Tyler’s whistle breaks the man’s trance. I look up at the smug motherfucker in a white tank top and dirty blue jeans. His buzz cut is colored green but looks purple under the neon lights, and despite all the ways he could be cute, he is just shy of being good-looking.

I stare at the angry pink scar pulsating on his face, but I mask the shiver of disgust with a seductive smile. “Well, I heard you boys were looking for me?”

“Hell yeah, baby!” An eager member who looks a little too young to be in here smiles, looking at the rose tattoo that spirals up my legs and gathers on my left butt cheek .

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap, Gwen.” There is nothing more unattractive than a man calling himself Daddy. Major ick. That honor should be bestowed upon you, not self-titled.

“Oh, come, Ty. If you want to take me home, you need to try harder than that.” I walk closer, almost between his thighs, crossing one foot in front of another, sliding my hips side to side like a snake charmer.

Tyler leans back in his chair, legs wide, eyes hooded with a visible tent growing in his jeans.

“You know Mason won’t let none of us touch you.” I give him my best pout, squatting between his legs and peering up through my eyelashes.

Leaning up by his ear, I whisper, “Well, ain’t that too damn bad.” I’m not fucking Mason. I’m not fucking anyone, never have, but Mason claimed me as if I was his future wife. He knows if I had it my way, I’d have him swimming with the fishes before I would ever voluntarily call him husband.

Tyler swallows, his eyes running over the curves of my body. When his eyes land on mine, he licks his lips and says, “Jordan is waiting outside for this week’s payment. Side door.”

“Thanks, love.” I wink, blowing Tyler a kiss that makes his eyes lower.

With a flamboyant flourish, I turn around and switch my hips over to the side door when my eyes drift up to that man again.

The tumbler he was drinking out of is abandoned on the side table next to his empty seat, glittering under the dance lights.

I huff, blowing air between my lips. You need to get it together, Gwen; no paying attention to the hot, mysterious stranger’s absence when Venom is waiting for payment.

Maneuvering through the crowd and keeping out of Dylan’s eyeline, I make my way to the side alley. Knocking my right shoulder into the metal door, I stumble into the side alley where the midnight air bites at my exposed flesh. I gaze to my right, where Venom lazily smokes a cigarette.

“Venom, buddy!” I laugh, holding the metal door open with my hip and crossing my arms under my chest. “How the hell are ya?”

Venom, a big, burly man with thin lips and a bald head so shiny it gleams in the streetlights, smiles at me, flicking the ash from the cigarette at my feet. “Well, Gwendolyn?—”

“Ew, not my full government.” I grimace.

Venom smirks, looking at me from the corner of his eye, and if I didn’t watch him break my father’s kneecap with his bare hands, Venom would be just my type.

He is the enforcer in Mason’s inner circle, and if I ever stopped paying my payments, Venom would be the one to track me down and kill me after he has all the fun he wants with me, and from his gaze, I can tell I would be in for a long night.

“From the tone of your voice,” he takes another pull of his cigarette, “you’re missing part of your payment.” I cross my legs, giving my most innocent smile.

“Oh, only by 125 dollars.”

Venom lets out a low whistle.

“But I have three hours left in this shift. I promise I’ll have it by the end. I mean, come look at these.” I motion to my breasts with a clever grin on my face.

Venom finally turns his body to me, his eyes shamelessly ogling my chest. His smile widens, showcasing his pearly whites, while his eyes move from my breasts to the curve created by my tiny waist and wide hips .

I place my left hand on my hip. “Woah there, Venom. Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll charge you.”

Venom tosses the cigarette on the floor and places both of his large hands on my hips, dragging me into his chest. I yelp, scrambling to fight him off before the door closes, but I am too late, and he is too strong. “You know there is an easier way to work off that debt, Gwen.”

“Oh,” I giggle nervously, trying to wiggle out of his embrace, but Venom pulls me in closer, forcing me to inhale his stink of cigarettes.

I almost gag on the smoke still spilling out of his lips.

I make my voice firm, losing all of my playfulness as I make eye contact with his black eyes.

“Venom, if you are looking for a lap dance, go inside the club.”

“Baby, I don’t want no fucking lap dance,” Venom’s smile is sinister, “I want you on your knees sucking my dick,” he whispers heavily.

“Venom, what the fuck?” I jerk back in his arms, moving to knee him in the dick.

“You’re right; that’s only worth like fifty.” His hands run from my waist, and he grips both of my cheeks, kneading my ass. “I’ll fuck you in the ass after. We can call that an even 200, what do you say?”

“Mason will fucking kill you-”

“Nah, because you are going to be a good girl and not say a word.” He pulls me in closer and licks my cheek.

“Venom, you bring your dick anywhere near me and I’ll bite it off,” I growl, slamming the heel of my stilettos into the toe of his combat boots; he doesn’ t even flinch.

“I always knew fucking you would be rough.” Venom spins me around, wrapping my hair around his hand. He tries to push me down to my knees.

No. No. No. I can’t lose my virginity like this and definitely not to a guy named fucking Venom .

I dig my heels into the ground, using my body as leverage to keep me from hitting the ground, but Venom is too strong.

My knees buckle, and I am left panting and praying to Gods I don’t believe in for any solace.

A shot whizzes through the air. Venom jumps back, looking for his weapon, and tosses me to the ground as if I am nothing. “Fucking hell,” Venom growls, searching the area for the assailant.

“I don’t miss twice.” A thick Russian accent rumbles through the air, but I am in too much panic to appreciate it.

The minute I hit the ground, I pat the area around me, looking for a weapon to defend myself.

My fingers wrap around the neck of an empty beer bottle.

I grab it, smashing it against the concrete wall and stumbling over to the other side of the alley, out of Venom’s reach, brandishing the broken bottle as a weapon.

“When a lady says no, the answer is no.” The silky tenor of the voice causes a shiver to run down my spine. My eyes lock with the same bright blue eyes I almost drowned in.

Chapter 2

Gwen

With bright blue eyes, a man emerges from the shadow of the alley, caressing the pipe of his pistol as if it were a loyal dog .

Venom sneers, “You better fuck off before Mason has your fucking head.”

Blue Eyes’s lips spread into a sinister smile as if he was a kid playing with his favorite toy. “Oh, and this Mason lets you run around and rape young women?”

“Mason owns this city and everyone in it.” Venom laughs as he points to me. “Especially her, so I’d mind my fucking business if I were you.”

Blue Eyes shrugs. “You see, I would if she didn’t say no, and well-” He winks at me. “When a beautiful girl says no to a jackass like you, I can’t help myself.”

It all happens in a flash. Blue Eyes reaches for Venom’s gun, twisting his body so Venom’s head is on the sidewalk, underneath Blue Eyes’s knee, and his arm bent back so that Blue Eyes could easily break his arm.

Underneath the streetlight, I can see his slick back, dirty blonde hair, with a rogue strand dancing above his right eye, which is brown.

I want to tuck that strand back so it can spring back and have a reason to touch him again.

His blue eyes are vibrant and deep like the ocean, and he has swirls of intricate black tattoos peeking out of his button-up and up his neck.

I swallow as my eyes land on the vein popping on the forearm that stretches to put pressure on Venom’s shoulder blade.

When he looks up at me, there is a sparkle in his eye, and his lips are in an easygoing smile. “Normally, I’d break your arm, but since you were bothering the lady, I think it’s only right that it is her choice what we do with you.”

I twist my lips as if I am in deep thought because the idea of Blue Eyes breaking Venom’s arm for me makes my panties wet.

“Well, before you break anything in my honor, how about you tell me your name?” I purr, leaning forward to his eye level.

Venom struggles beneath him, a slew of curses leaving his lips.

He brandishes a bright smile, rolling his name off his tongue like we are meeting in line at a coffee shop. “Nikolai Petrov, pleasure.”

“Nikolai? Petrov?” Venom whimpers.

“In the flesh.” Nikolai's cocky smile flashes in my direction with a flourish.

“Petrov, wait, I-I-” Venom begins to beg, but Nikolai clicks his tongue, silencing him.

“No. No begging now.” Nikolai twists his arm, causing Venom to yelp, but he brings his eyes back to me. “Our handsy friend is getting a little impatient…”

“Gwen. I would shake your hand, but they seem full right now.” I smile, flipping my curls over my shoulder, the broken bottle still swinging between my fingertips.

“Well, Gwen.” Fuck, I love the way he pours over my name. “What would you like me to do with the handsy guy here?”

“Hmmm, you see, a broken arm can heal.”

“Continue.” Nikolai nods, intrigue flashing across his eyes as a devilish smile spreads.

“And I think this fucker needs a permanent reminder to keep his hands to himself.” I purse my lips as if contemplating before looking down into Venom’s eyes. “Don’t ya’ think, Venny?”

“Gwen, I swear to God- ”

“Threaten her, and I will take your tongue as a souvenir,” Nikolai growls, and heat rushes straight to my core. “Continue, love.”

“Thank you.” I beam. “I vote for a pinky finger, not too significant, but he’ll miss it.”

“I like the way you think, Kotik.” Nikolai pulls a knife out of his back pocket, flipping it open. He looks at the hand he is currently twisting away from Venom’s body, pressing the knife to the base of his pinky. He looks down at Venom with a nasty grin. “This may hurt a tad bit, mate.”

The alleyway fills with the screams of Venom, and I think I am in love with a psycho.

Venom shakes in the fetal position, vibrating from the pain as he holds his bleeding hand. Nikolai looks at me with a mischievous smile, with the pinky in his hand. “For you, Kotik.”

“How romantic,” I deadpan. “Normally, men get me diamonds and dinner first.”

Nikolai throws the pinky away as far from Venom as possible. “Those men are carbon copies of each other. At least you will remember my name,” he teases.

A smirk dances on my face. I cross my right arm under my chest and placing an inquisitive finger on my chin. “I’m sorry, what’s your name again?”

He laughs in his low voice as he grabs my hand, kisses it, and whispers, “My name is yours if you want it to be.”

My cheeks heat up, and electricity sparks where his lips connect with my skin. There is no reason for one man to be so sexy and smooth with eyes that make me so weak in the knees. The smirk he gives me while he looks at me through his eyelashes will end me.

“Jeez, you’re too much of a charmer for your own good.”

The laughter that rumbles through his chest causes me to catch my breath, wishing to hear the sound again and again. “And you are too beautiful for your own good. A girl like you should be throwing the tips, not dancing for them.”

I pop my hip to the right, my nails wrapping around my hip. “What? You didn’t like my dancing?”

Nikolai’s eyes heat, his tongue poking out to brush over his lower lip before poking his inner left cheek and looking away.

“Oh my God, do you think I am a bad dancer?”

Nikolai’s hand loops around my waist, his hand spreading over my lower back, pulling me into his chest. The motion startles me and I drop the beer bottle.

The scent of leather and fresh rain invades my senses.

His eyes flutter to my lips, the boyish smirk spreading across his lips before he makes eye contact with my breathless body.

“No, my love, I love your dancing.” His voice lowers.

“I just would rather you do it in private for me.”

I can’t breathe. I can’t think, not with Nikolai this close, and for the first time since the fourth grade, I fucking stutter. “W-well, i-if you wanted a d-dance. All you had to do was ask.” Jesus. Fuck. Get it together, Gwendolyn.

His nose grazes mine. “Dance for me.”

“When?” He slides his phone into my hand.

“Tomorrow. Let me take you out and show you the lifestyle you’re supposed to be living.” My mouth parts mindlessly, and I gather all the shallow breaths I possibly can as I type my number into his phone.

“Pick me up at 8,” I say. Nikolai lets me go, and I immediately feel the chill of the night consume me.

He winks at me, not even checking if I gave him my real number, the cocky bastard.