finish work first.”
This seemed to appease Dominic,
but I knew he wouldn’t drop it. One of the things we had in common was our
persistence. I left him to finish cleaning up his bar and brought my tips to
Miranda, she took fifty percent for the bartender and handed back the rest. I quickly
counted the wad and was amazed at my take - $530. I had already paid my bills
for the month, so all this was spending money and it instantly started to burn
a hole in my pocket.
I bounced back to Dominic’s
bar and he handed me a gin and tonic, my preferred drink of late. I sucked it
dry in seconds and asked for another. He eyed me curiously. “I’m celebrating,”
I explained. “I made some good bank tonight.”
“We’ll
have to celebrate later.” He gave me a suggestive look which caused me to squirm
on the bar stool and gnaw on my straw. I hung out until he finished wiping down
his bar. He walked with me to the employee lounge where I grabbed my bag.
“What
would you like to do, besides discuss my uncle?” he asked.
“We
could go back to your place?” I pressed up against him, stood on my tiptoes and
nibbled his ear lobe. “We don’t have to talk about your uncle tonight,” I
whispered and lightly grabbed his crotch...
“I
do like your suggestion!” He held the exit door open for me and was almost out
behind me when Grant yelled his name. We turned to see him jogging across the
dance floor towards us. I prepared myself for a confrontation.
“Marco
needs us to take care of something tonight.”
“Can’t
it wait? Nat and I have plans.”
“It
has to be tonight. Marco said so.” Hearing footsteps approaching, I glanced towards
the VIP section and saw Marco heading in our direction.
“Dom,
what the fuck are you and Grant standing around bullshitting for? You have a
fucking job to do!” Marco bellowed.
“Yes,
Uncle Marco,” Dominic lowered his head in a submissive manner. This surprised
me as he was usually so assertive.
“What
do you guys have to do? It’s almost three in the morning.”
“Nothing
you need to worry your pretty little head about, doll,” Marco answered. “Come
on, I’ll take you home.” He grabbed my arm. I tensed up and saw Grant and
Dominic stiffen too.
“You
don’t have to go out of your way, I can take a cab.” I tried to maneuver out of
his grip.
“It’s
not a bother.” He snapped his fingers at Grant and Dominic with his free hand.
“Get the fuck outta here!” They both jumped and hurried out the door. He turned
his attention to me. “So Grant’s sister is dating my nephew? Very interesting…how
does Grant feel about this?”
“He’s
not too pleased,” I admitted as Marco steered me out of the club and locked the
door behind him. He still had my arm in his iron grip.
“Yes,
Grant is very protective of you. He’s done a lot for me so he can take care of
his family. I respect that.” He led me to his black Cadillac and opened the
passenger door for me. He finally released my arm and I slid into the seat and
shivered. Not because of the cold, but because I was going to be stuck in a car
with this man who, quite honestly, scared the shit out of me.
Marco got in and
started the car, the engine purred to life. I could smell scotch emanating off
of him and remembered how many drinks he had been served. This didn’t help my
comfort level at all.
“Where
do you live?”
“9 th and Pine.”
He navigated the
Cadillac out onto Delaware Ave. He seemed to have control of the car and didn’t
drive like he was drunk so I gradually eased off the ‘oh shit” handle that I
had in a death grip.
“Do
you like working at Crimson?” he broke the silence after a few blocks.
“Yeah,
it’s great!”
“Best
place in town,” he bragged. Marco blew through a red light without even tapping
on the brakes. I resumed my grip on the handle. A cop was parked on the street
and saw Marco go through the light. I waited for the lights and siren, but
nothing happened;
This seemed to appease Dominic,
but I knew he wouldn’t drop it. One of the things we had in common was our
persistence. I left him to finish cleaning up his bar and brought my tips to
Miranda, she took fifty percent for the bartender and handed back the rest. I quickly
counted the wad and was amazed at my take - $530. I had already paid my bills
for the month, so all this was spending money and it instantly started to burn
a hole in my pocket.
I bounced back to Dominic’s
bar and he handed me a gin and tonic, my preferred drink of late. I sucked it
dry in seconds and asked for another. He eyed me curiously. “I’m celebrating,”
I explained. “I made some good bank tonight.”
“We’ll
have to celebrate later.” He gave me a suggestive look which caused me to squirm
on the bar stool and gnaw on my straw. I hung out until he finished wiping down
his bar. He walked with me to the employee lounge where I grabbed my bag.
“What
would you like to do, besides discuss my uncle?” he asked.
“We
could go back to your place?” I pressed up against him, stood on my tiptoes and
nibbled his ear lobe. “We don’t have to talk about your uncle tonight,” I
whispered and lightly grabbed his crotch...
“I
do like your suggestion!” He held the exit door open for me and was almost out
behind me when Grant yelled his name. We turned to see him jogging across the
dance floor towards us. I prepared myself for a confrontation.
“Marco
needs us to take care of something tonight.”
“Can’t
it wait? Nat and I have plans.”
“It
has to be tonight. Marco said so.” Hearing footsteps approaching, I glanced towards
the VIP section and saw Marco heading in our direction.
“Dom,
what the fuck are you and Grant standing around bullshitting for? You have a
fucking job to do!” Marco bellowed.
“Yes,
Uncle Marco,” Dominic lowered his head in a submissive manner. This surprised
me as he was usually so assertive.
“What
do you guys have to do? It’s almost three in the morning.”
“Nothing
you need to worry your pretty little head about, doll,” Marco answered. “Come
on, I’ll take you home.” He grabbed my arm. I tensed up and saw Grant and
Dominic stiffen too.
“You
don’t have to go out of your way, I can take a cab.” I tried to maneuver out of
his grip.
“It’s
not a bother.” He snapped his fingers at Grant and Dominic with his free hand.
“Get the fuck outta here!” They both jumped and hurried out the door. He turned
his attention to me. “So Grant’s sister is dating my nephew? Very interesting…how
does Grant feel about this?”
“He’s
not too pleased,” I admitted as Marco steered me out of the club and locked the
door behind him. He still had my arm in his iron grip.
“Yes,
Grant is very protective of you. He’s done a lot for me so he can take care of
his family. I respect that.” He led me to his black Cadillac and opened the
passenger door for me. He finally released my arm and I slid into the seat and
shivered. Not because of the cold, but because I was going to be stuck in a car
with this man who, quite honestly, scared the shit out of me.
Marco got in and
started the car, the engine purred to life. I could smell scotch emanating off
of him and remembered how many drinks he had been served. This didn’t help my
comfort level at all.
“Where
do you live?”
“9 th and Pine.”
He navigated the
Cadillac out onto Delaware Ave. He seemed to have control of the car and didn’t
drive like he was drunk so I gradually eased off the ‘oh shit” handle that I
had in a death grip.
“Do
you like working at Crimson?” he broke the silence after a few blocks.
“Yeah,
it’s great!”
“Best
place in town,” he bragged. Marco blew through a red light without even tapping
on the brakes. I resumed my grip on the handle. A cop was parked on the street
and saw Marco go through the light. I waited for the lights and siren, but
nothing happened;
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