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Shaking my head, I continued what I was doing because the shit didn’t deserve an answer. I love pussy, and I get it when I want it. My employees will never know what this dick is hitting for.

“The next time the ladies feel the need to gossip, let them know if they want to keep their jobs as well as their lives, don’t worry about who’s getting this dick.

Not to mention, I don’t want the drama it will bring.

” I smirked as he hung onto my every word.

“This shit is Grade-A and deadlier than the nukes in Russia.”

“Trust me… he is not lying.”

Hearing her voice behind me caused the hairs on my neck to stand as the blood in my veins turned cold.

Slowly, I stood from my seat and came face to face with Gia.

For a moment, I said nothing as I stared at her.

Still thick as cold grits, she was beautiful.

Her breasts were full and spilled over the top of her dress while her black panties played peek-a-boo from the bottom.

Her ass was so fat, I could see it from the front.

Her Hershey-colored skin was blemish-free, and her almond eyes held love with a mix of fear.

She had the right to be afraid because I was moments away from blowing her head off her shoulders.

“You got about three seconds to get the fuck out of my place of business before I shoot the fuck out of you.” I pulled my Glock from my waist and held it at my side. “One?—”

“S-Skip, wait!” she stammered as she slowly backed away. “I-I just want to talk?—”

“Two.” I lifted and aimed it at her forehead, eyes squinted.

“P-Please!” she cried as I walked her backward. Those tears didn’t mean shit to me. “I-I didn’t mean to h-hurt you, but I have nowhere else to go!”

“Three.”

“I have your daughter!”

Pow!

I shot inches away from her ear as she dropped to the ground and wailed. My chest throbbed as I hovered over her.

Did I hear her right? Did this bitch just say she had my daughter?

“What the fuck did you say?” I gritted my teeth as I stared down at her. The few workers I had here came rushing to the front to see what the commotion was, but I wasn’t worried about that right now. “Lie again, bitch. I haven’t seen you in six years!”

“S-She’s five!” she shouted as she peered up at me. “She’s five years old, Jordan, and she looks just like you. Please, if you just let me explain?—”

“Get out.” I dropped my gun to the side of me and stepped back. “Get the fuck out of my club before I blow your brains all over the fuckin’ floor.”

Without a second thought, she hopped to her feet, but not before going into her purse and pulling out a card. “T-This is the number to the hotel we’re staying in. C-Call me.”

“Girl, give me the damn card and get your ass out of here before this damn man shoots you.” Jerome came up beside her and grabbed the card.

He placed his hands on her shoulders and ushered her to the door.

“Standing there looking goofy like one side of your head wasn’t almost blown off. Gone on, nye! Get!”

Seeing her being pushed out the door and it clicking behind her snapped me from my murderous thoughts. Sweat formed all over as I shook with anger. If that bitch really had my kid, I was going to kill her with my bare hands.

“Everybody get the fuck out.” I turned and faced the three other employees as they eyed me with sympathy. “Now!”

I watched as they scrambled in different directions, gathering their things to leave. Irene took slow steps toward me before placing her hand on my arm. “I’m so sorry, Jordan. I’m here if you need me.”

“You’re going to need a medic for the hole you’re going to have to match hers if you don’t get your hand off me.” She snatched back instantly. “That’s the second and last time I’m going to tell you about touching me. Next time, they’ll be zipping up your body bag.”

Tripping over herself, she ran to the back for her things before reappearing and running out the front door. I stood in the middle of the club, with my mind running a mile a minute. I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do.

“Listen, boss… I don’t want to overstep, but we can’t leave here today without restocking if you’re going to open tomorrow.

I got the front—you take the back. Here…

” Jerome handed me the card. Hesitantly, I removed it from his hand.

The smooth card felt like fire between my fingers, even though it was nothing but paper.

“Despite how you’re feeling, I know you want to know.

Now, come on! You dun scared all the people out of here, and you’re about to work the shit out of me.

I’m too pretty for manual labor longer than two hours. ”

Unintentionally chuckling, I placed the card in my pocket and got to work.

I made a mental note to give Jerome a bonus for how he saved the day and, ultimately, saved Gia’s life.

I could have very well killed her before knowing if she was telling the truth about having my daughter or not.

That’s how disgusted I was to even be in her presence.

The more I thought about her having my child, the faster my anger turned to nervousness.

If she indeed gave birth to my child, why wait this long to tell me?

Why would she come back now? Was she plotting another ploy against me?

I didn’t have the answers to any of my questions, but child or not, I wasn’t going to let her play me a second time.

As much as I didn’t want to, I knew the only way to know for sure was to meet with her. Part of me wanted her to be on some bullshit. I wanted another reason—another chance—to send that dirty bitch to hell where she belonged.