The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

Chapter 2

Chapter Two

DRAVEN

“Right.” I nod, choking back the disappointment I so willingly set myself up for. “Thanks.”

Taking the drink in hand, I begin to sip the burning liquid. Savoring the flavor of failure before heading out into the rain. I watch Bartlett as his eyes trail behind me toward the guys in the back corner booth. A minute or two passes as I focus on finishing my drink. When I am done, not only am I feeling a bit better, but a bit braver.

“There wouldn’t happen to be a strip joint anywhere in town, would there?” I ask, handing him back his tumbler.

His hand freezes just before taking the glass. Swallowing thickly, he shrugs. “Yes, there is.”

A nearly inaudible growl sounds from somewhere in the room and I turn around, confused, scanning the place for pets.

Nope, no dogs anywhere.

I catch the stare of the man in the back booth. He’s still glaring at me, and I have to resist the urge to flip him off. Rolling my eyes, I spin back around to face Bartlett.

“Could you tell me where it is? I need to find a job as soon as possible and I don’t have a phone – so no GPS.”

“Uh-yeah. I could but-um, I don’t think that’s the right crowd for a classy gal like yourself.” He studies me carefully, tapping his fingers on the bar as if fighting with the urge to change his mind.

This is good! You know you want to help me! Come on, just say yes!

I shrug, “You have to start somewhere, right? A girls got to do what a girls got to do, even if it means dancing for chips.” Then, getting up from the barstool I wave a quick goodbye. “Sorry for the misunderstanding, if you’ll just point me in the direction of the strip club I’ll be on my way.”

He sighs again, lowering his head. “It’s just past the docks, then about half a mile west,” he says, and I nod.

Taking my first step toward the exit, I turn around and ram right into Mister Ponytail from the corner table. My hands push against his massive chest, and I shiver at the heat coming off of him.

Holy mother…

“Excuse me,” I say in a whisper, trying to step around him. But he doesn’t let me, grabbing my arm to hold me in place.

Sparks.

with his touch. My gaze freezes on his hand, a moan of pleasure tickles at the back of my throat. His grip gentles, but he

there either,” he says with a smirk. My eyes lift toward his. His voice is deep

stepped back from the idiot. Shaking his hand off my elbow, I

his smile, glowering at me with disapproval then punching one fist lightly into

owns a stirp

course he does. Don’t all assholes

retort, crossing my arms over

mention that God just so happened to bless me with a fat round ass and a killer rack, thank

with sorrowful eyes. He feels bad about this, I can tell. So, I lay it on him. Not giving a

lie on the application. Truth be told, I knew you wouldn’t hire me if I told you I was female. But I needed to get out of there! I was desperate.”

upward and behind me to where Mister Ponytail still stands. I can feel the heat of the prick up against my back

no Dre! No unhealthy crushes

came from, Draven,” Mister Ponytail hisses in my

felt with his use of my name and wiping

from the table – a tall well-built male with pale blond hair asks. Walking up to take part in our little convo, he takes his place on

I was lucky to get out when I did.”

guy, a chocolate skinned male with light brown eyes

noticed the three of them are now effectively blocking my path to the great outdoors. They have me

bound meatheads. None of which I know. Mama would be so

more of the truth can’t hurt.

The chiseled muscles of his well-shaven jaw clenching. “Stepfather?”

idiots don’t deserve to know a damn thing about

But they don’t move.

it, where did I stash my

“Let the poor girl

in exasperation behind me

Domonic. Figures

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