Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
“Little kinky, but I’ll take it,” Venus said. Millie tossed Venus the bat, and she proceeded to penetrate Clyde. The man screamed an unholy sound. He sobbed and begged for Venus to stop. The woman just laughed. “How many times have you heard that? Did you grant request when you heard it? No? Well, you get same answer.”
Millie kept up the dialogue, reminding Clyde of all he’d done to at least a couple dozen women we’d found out about. “Not having good time, little man? But we’ve got so much more to do before you die.”
“Please,” he whimpered, his throat raw from his screams. “Just let me die.”
“Oh, you’ll die,” Millie said. “Just not right now.”
Thorn stepped beside me. “This has already gone too far for Jolene,” he murmured. “Hell, I’d have thought twice about bringing Venus and Millie if they’d been in her position.” He said that about the time Millie cut off Avery’s dick with a pair of trauma shears to the sounds of Avery’s blood-curdling screams.
“What?” she asked, giving Avery a feigned puzzled look. “It’s not like you’ll need it after this is over.” She held up the appendage before Avery as she cackled. Blood was everywhere. Thank God she and Venus were dressed in fluid-proof coveralls -- as we all were -- but it was still a disgusting mess.
Venus and Millie had more blood and gore on them than the rest of us, but they’d known it going in. Had happily agreed to it. Venus had said, “Least we can do for your woman. She’s one of us now.” Looking at the pair now, I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
“Yeah, they’re both real delicate feminine flowers,” I said dryly. But I knew he was right. If I was honest with myself, I’d done it on purpose, not wanting Jolene anywhere near this. I’d just tell her it went too far too fast. Hopefully, she’d understand.
There was a knock at the door. Havoc glanced at Thorn before going to the door and opening a panel that let him see who was there without unlocking it. I heard Havoc grunt, then he walked over to me.
“You’re needed in your room.”
My gaze snapped to him. “Jolene?”
Havoc shrugged before glancing at Thorn again. “Let’s just say she ain’t as delicate as you two dumbasses want to believe.”
“Fuck.” I stripped off my coveralls, dumping them in the burn barrel before heading back up to Jolene. I took the steps two at a time. The closer I got, the more commotion I heard.
“What’ve you done?”
“Someone get Marianna.”
“Are you kidding? Thorn’d kill us if we brought his ol’ lady up here to see this!”
“Well, we can’t just leave her here. What if… what if she dies?”
“Oh, God!”
“Who gives a fuck. She’s a Bones girl. Not Bane. She shouldn’t be here in the first damned place.”
There were women talking over each other, but the gist was clear. Someone was hurt pretty badly. My mind flashed back to the night I’d first found Jolene. She was beaten and bloody and broken. If something had happened to her in my own club, woman or not, I was killing who ever’d hurt her.
“Jolene!” I yelled as I reached the top of the stairs. There were club girls everywhere. Then I saw the blood sprayed up the side of the wall. “Jolene! Where the fuck are you!”
The crowd parted, and Queenie sat in the middle of the hallway. Blood dripped steadily from a wound on her forehead. Just when, exactly, had that woman gotten here?
“I told you to get the fuck outta my fuckin’ room, and I fuckin’ meant it!” That was Jolene. And she sounded pissed as all get out.
“But Styx --”
“Ain’t fuckin’ here!” Jolene stood over Queenie and kicked out, landing a blow to the other woman’s side. “I asked you to leave nicely, then you had to go and be a bitch about it.”
I couldn’t say anything. I just stood there staring at my brave, fierce woman while she put a club girl in her place. Forcefully.
“He ain’t claimed you! Not yet!”
“Yeah? Well, maybe I fuckin’ claimed him! Ever think’a that? Don’t you come back here. I don’t care if he invites you or not!”
“Jolene?” I shoved my way through the club girls to get to my woman. “What happened?”
“I’ll tell you what fuckin’ happened! Your fuckin’ bitch happened!”
“Baby, she ain’t mine. You know that.”
“Huh. Funny thing happened, Styx. She had a key to get into your fuckin’ room. Said somethin’ ’bout Thorn tellin’ everyone they had five minutes to get inside somewhere, and she didn’t have a place of her own other than your room.”
“OK,” I said slowly, looking from Jolene to Queenie and back. “So you threw her out.” I shrugged. “Got no problem with that. But I promise you, baby. I never gave her a key to my room.” I gave Queenie a hard look. “That’s somethin’ that’ll need fixed, but I ain’t got time for that shit right now.” I looked around until I found Isadora. She was a club girl, but also a Domme at the BDSM club owned by Salvation’s Bane. By default, she was in charge of the club girls when shit went down. “Take Queenie to Blade. Let him patch her up, then put her in a holding room until we’re ready.”