Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
The hell I will.
Rodney can ask all he wants, but he and I both know he can’t treat me like the other girls.
Not when he owes my uncle something he can’t pay back.
Sure, he can fire me, and he’ll probably use what I’ve done tonight as the excuse he’s been looking for to do it, but there will be repercussions.
I just need to remind him of that.
Reaching the door to his office, I stop and take a second to figure out my plan.
Located down a small, private hallway near the bar, the area is secluded and quiet. The music coming from the stage muffled by extra thick walls.
Giving me a moment of peace to get my thoughts in order.
Once I have what I’m going to say to keep my job figured out, I take a deep breath and knock on the door.
A minute or two passes but there’s no answer.
Only eerie quiet.
Stepping closer to the door, I listen closely and hear faint, muffled voices.
Is he with one of the girls?
Ugh. I wouldn’t put it past him.
Not wanting to walk in on something I really don’t want to see, I knock again.
If my circumstances weren’t so damn dire, I’d give up and wait until tomorrow to speak with him. Unfortunately, I can’t risk him hearing from the customer first and barring me from the premises.
I need to nip this in the bud now to keep it from becoming a major pain in my ass.
My uncle is already pissed that I haven’t made any progress. Apparently, whoever hired him is putting some serious pressure on him. If he finds out I’m fired, he might fire me himself.
And then everything will be for nothing.
When there’s no answer again, I decide to take my chances and open the door.
Bracing myself for the sight of something unpleasant, I take a deep breath and step into the office.
Technically a two-room suite, Rodney has styled the front of his office as a lounge area with a small bar and a couple of big white leather couches. Often encouraging the dancers and servers to use the space whenever we need to relax.
Never mind the obvious cameras disguised as bottles on the bar, their small red lights glowing in warning.
You’d think he’d at least be smart enough to tape those over…
Or maybe he thinks we’re all so stupid we wouldn’t notice?
Even if there weren’t cameras, you wouldn’t catch me dead in here.
I’ve been in this office once, during my first interview, and haven’t been back since.
Shuddering a little at the memory, I glance at the empty room and frown.
“Please don’t do this…” Rodney whimpers from the other room. “I’ll pay him back, I swear!”
Someone clicks their tongue against the roof of their mouth. “Now what did I say about spitting out the gag, Rodney? We don’t want to disturb any of the customers. That would be bad for business.”
“I’m good for the money! I just need a few weeks to get it together!”
“As I’ve already explained, it’s too late for that.”
“Please…”
“If you keep it up, we’ll have to take you to the warehouse. And if we take you to the warehouse, this will turn into an all-night affair. Wouldn’t you rather get this over with?”
Rodney whimpers again, and the sound is so disturbing I find myself walking towards it. My curiosity getting the better of me.
What on earth could make him sound like that?
“I asked you a question, Rodney.”
“Ow! Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Yes! I mean, no! No! I don’t want that!”
Nearly reaching the doorway that leads into the office, I see Rodney sitting at his desk with three men standing around him.
Three men whose faces I’ve been memorizing from their pictures for weeks.
Their names come to me instantly though I’ve never seen them in the flesh.
Uriel, Nathaniel, and Jude.
Shit.
Realizing if I can see them, they might be able to see me, I quick-step to the side.
Plastering myself up against the wall, I hold my breath.
“Which is it?” someone asks, sounding bored with the whole situation. “Here or the warehouse?”
“Here!” Rodney cries out.
“Good choice.”
When no one remarks on my presence, I assume the coast is clear and I haven’t been spotted.
Angling my head, I peek into the room.
Uriel shoves a wad of cloth into Rodney’s mouth then gives his cheek a little pat. “Let’s get this over with.”
It’s not lost on me that spying on these men is probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Obviously, whatever is about to go down is going to be bad, and I’m making myself a party to it.
But it’s worth the risk.
This might be my ticket to freedom, without actually having to interact with any of the men.
Jude turns more towards me, and my attention snaps to his face.
He looks different. So different I almost didn’t recognize him at first.
In the pictures I’ve studied, he was clean-shaven, with a lean, hungry look to him.