“They’re coming,” she says, her voice a pained whisper. “I just heard them by the back door. They tried getting in, but I put something by the door to block it. They stopped banging, but it won’t be long before they go around front and find out what’s going on.”
“Shit,” Dean curses.
“Alright, we need to get him to the car,” I tell her.
“Miss Queenie,” a maid says from behind me, making my head snap over to the door. “We have distracted them for now, but you must go. You don’t have long.”
“Thanks,” I tell her, giving myself a reminder to thank her later with a nice tip. We all rush to the back door. Dean throws it open and looks back at me.
“I’ll get the car, and then we can throw him in the trunk.”
“Good idea,” I agree.
Dean takes off, and I turn to the girl. She’s young with long black hair. She reminds me of me a little. Can’t be more than eighteen, maybe nineteen. It makes me fucking sick. Jose is thirty-six.Nasty pig.“What's your name?”
“Misty,” she tells me.
“Do you have anywhere I can take you Misty?”
“No.” She shakes her head, tears falling down her cheeks. “My parents kicked me out a few months ago. I’ve been staying on friends’ couches.”
I don’t trust her, I don’t know her enough to, but something is telling me to take a chance on her.
“Do you know who I am?”
“Yes,” she nods. “Queenie.” She huffs out a laugh. “Who doesn’t know who you are.”
“Good answer.” I grin. “How would you like to come back with us? We can get you a job and a place to stay. I can’t have you living within my compound until I can trust that you won’t fuck me over, but I can offer you a job and a room at the hotel across the street.”
“Thank you,” she says as her eyes light up. “I’ve heard about your club. I was thinking of trying to get a job there, but the girls who I’ve run into around here told me there’s no point.”
“And why’s that?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“I don’t know. I never asked.”
“Well, those girls sound like cunts,” I say.
She smiles at me, and I smile back. I like this kid.
A car engine gets my attention, and Dean pulls up, popping the trunk. “Alright, big guy, in the trunk you go,” I tell the naked, unconscious man next to my feet. Dean helps me carry him to the car, and we kind of just toss him into the trunk.
“Come on,” I tell Misty.
We get into the car, and Dean guns the engine before the car doors fully shut.
Once we get far enough away, I move in my seat so that I can get a good look at Misty.
“You okay?” I ask her.
“I will be. I think.” She smiles, wiping at her eyes. “Thanks to you.”
I just nod, not knowing what else to say. “So, that was fun,” I tell Dean with a shit-eating grin.
“You know, I’m starting to get the idea that you’ve never really been on a proper date, if that was what they look like,” Dean says, casting a glance over at me with a smirk playing on his lips.
“Proper? Sugar lips, have you met me? The only thing proper about me is that I make sure my playdates areproperlyand fully dead.”
“WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENEDto him?” Axel asks as we pull up to the back of my club.