Chapter 10
( A/N: Where are all my readers from? I'd love to know! I myself am from Florida!)
"Ryker....."
This so call Ryker snaps his eyes from mine to styles or 'slade' and scowls at him.
" Who is this slade? You know we're not allowed to bring our whores to the club house" he bites out at styles while pissing me off in the process.
"Whore? I am no whore! seu Idiota! Como você ousa! ( you fucking asshole! How dare you!)" I yell at this devilish man while pushing styles away and stomping up to the asshole.
"How fucking dare you! You pig! I hope you don't kiss your mama with that mouth of yours! You ill mann-....!" I shout gabbing him in the chest as every curse word i could think of spewed from my mouth in my native tongue.
Styles is trying to grab at me the second i start smacking him in chest and me trying to push styles off of me and still hitting the tattoo god in front of me, determined to teach him a lesson on how to address a lady at the same time.
Staring at me with a shit eating grin he suddenly holds his hand up at styles in a silent back off. Suddenly grabbing my hand and putting pressure on my index finger. He slowly starts to crush it while giving me a hard look and bending down slightly to stare me in the eye wearing a blank look on his face.
"Ow ow owww STOP IT! You're gonna break it! Stop!" I beg as he starts bending it at a awkward angle and still putting pressure on it. Crying out, my anger suddenly disappears and fear kicks in. I look up at styles silently begging for any kind of help. But before i can yell for help Ryker grabs my jaw and holds it tightly as he lets go of my hand.
" Where did you find this one slade? I thought you were into the quiet ones, this one seems a little mouthy for your taste" Ryker all but spits out at me then turning his head to styles.
Styles opens his mouth before closing it and rubbing his clinched jaw staring at me hard.
"She's Raven's cousin from out of country, she came with nothing. Asking me, basically came crawling and begging for a job and who am i to say no to new foreign pussy? Mouthy or not shes gonna catch attention" he says without missing a beat like he's a sex sales men and its nothing new to him.
Tilting my head up and to the side a little this asshole gives me a look like hes undressing me in his head and grading my body.
Making a disgusting sound in the back of my throat and trying to remove his hand with my now free hands. He only tightens his hand on my jaw making my jaw throb.
"New pussy does bring in more money, new money. But if you're gonna work in the club house we're gonna have to do something with this bad mouth" Ryker lets go of my jaw shoving my head away.
Rubbing my now sore jaw and mumbling a few choice words under my breath, Ryker turns around and starts walking in a direction and Styles stands behind me pushing me forward to follow.
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(2 days later)
" Alright new girl, each table has a number carved into it. Ben here will set your tray, all you have to do is give him your order and table number got it?" I nod along barely listening to the big bear of a guy in front of me. Its been two days and so far i only know bens name.
Looking around the 'club house' i notice it looks like more of a strip joint than it does a club. A huge stage sits front and center of the building wth a big dark purple curtain off to the side and a huge man standing in front of it like hes guarding something.
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Romance" I-I.. we can't do this I work for you, this is against the law!" I yell beating on his chest. Chuckling he grabs hold of my fists and pins them above my head before leaning in closer to me. " Oh baby doll I wasn't asking, no I'm telling you and...
