Chapter 5
Gage
Walking out of the hospital, my chest was tight as fuck. I hadn’t wanted to leave either of them. Sadly, Powers had even felt guilty when he called me. Apparently, we had a rough customer at our strip club.
A man named Carter that was a friend of the club had come to us months ago about a proposition. We would provide the capital and he would run it, and then in a year, he would pay back the capital plus interest.
So, there I was getting off my bike and walking into Carters to see the man in question shoving up the skirt of one of our servers while the bouncers tried to calm down the crowd.
Growling, I stalked over to him, ready to unleash all the anger I held for what was happening to Collins on this piece of shit. I grabbed him by the back of his neck and flung him across the crowded club.
Tables broke on his descent to the floor.
Stalking over to him, I gripped the back of his shirt and picked his ass up. Then I looked at the server. “Did you want his hands on you?”
The girl was shaking as she shook her head violently. “No.”
“Hear that asshole? She said NO. And no means fucking no.” Bringing my arm back, I punched him hard in the gut.
But that wasn’t good enough. Oh no.
The man would have doubled over, but I wasn’t through with him yet. “You don’t” punch “put your hands” punch “on a woman” punch “especially when she tells you NO.” I roared as I punched him again in his gut. And with a satisfied smirk because I heard a rib or two crack.
Then I dragged his body outside of the club and threw his ass out.
Leaning into his ear smelling the alcohol on him, I said, “I see you again, you’re a dead man. You’ve got five minutes to get the fuck out of town. You don’t? Then all bets are off.”
Walking away from the piece of shit, I nodded to one of our prospects. “Make sure his ass is gone in five minutes.”
“You got it.” He said as he crossed his arms and glared at the dumb fuck.
Walking back into the club, I headed over to Carter, who had his arm wrapped around the server.
“You alright?” I asked her. Her skin was pale, she was whiter than a fucking milk carton.
She nodded and then smiled weakly.
Nodding, I offered Carter my hand. “Need me, just call.”
He returned the handshake and said, “You got it.”
I turned then, ready to see if the asshole was still out there just in case he needed to be taught another lesson, when I heard, “Wait.”
Turning my head back to the server, I raised a brow. “Yeah?”
It was then that she pulled something out of the pocket of her uniform shirt. “Here. Call anytime. I owe you one.”
Shaking my head, I waved the number away. I knew what that owe me one was, seeing as she was one of the strippers, so fucking not happening. “Appreciate it, darlin’, but I’m taken.”
Instead of pushing, she said, “She’s a lucky woman.”
Yeah, and she didn’t even know it yet.
But my mind had been made up when I had first laid eyes on Conleigh.
I had half a mind to head back to the hospital to sit with them, but I knew that if I didn’t get some sleep, I'd end up crashing tomorrow and with what we did, I needed to be on my game.
Sighing because the prospect nodded that the man had left.