“Sir, Tiffany’s up there, and she’s been causing a few problems tonight.”
“Why wasn’t I informed?” Caleb asked.
“You were busy tonight. We didn’t want to disturb you.”
Letting out a sigh, Caleb glanced around the club. There was not a single drug in sight. If the cops were to do a raid they wouldn’t find anything. His men were paid well to keep that shit out of sight and cleaned up.
“Any other problems?”
“A couple of the clients upstairs thought they could get fresh with one of the girls. The guy and his friend will not be causing any problems.”
“Good. Thank you.” Caleb turned away and headed toward the main room. Several customers nodded his way. They were good for business and took a good cut of the drugs he had on offer. Some of them were agents to the stars.
Caleb had learned not to ask questions and to simply supply.
He found Tiffany sprawled out on one of the chairs sipping from a glass. His anger spiked as soon as he saw the evidence of her snorting. The whole of his club was in top shape, and yet Tiffany could ruin everything by her lack of decorum.
“Hey, baby,” she said, slurring her words.
Without thinking, he grabbed her arm and hauled her up against him. He was so fucking pissed off with her. Glancing toward Barry, he signaled for the man to clean the mess up.
Leading her away from the commotion, he opened the main door and climbed three flights of stairs.
“Caleb, ouch, you’re hurting me,” she complained, yelling for him to stop.
He didn’t stop. Opening the door to his apartment within the building, he threw her on the floor.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
“What? You were the one who said I could have what I wanted when I wanted it.” She giggled, getting to her feet.
Caleb finally saw Tiffany for what she was. She was an addict travelling down a slippery slope into self-destruction. Not only was she causing problems for him, she was going to start causing problems for the club.
Staring at the bracelet he saw the beautiful blonde who’d served him. She was fresh and pure, away from this lifestyle. He should leave her alone.
“You’re out.” He threw the box at her.
“What?” she asked, staring at the box then at him.
“Get your shit, and do not come to the club again. I’m done with you.”
He stepped over her, heading toward the kitchen. This was not his main apartment. He used this place to take his women. No one was allowed back to his place. He didn’t permit it. The women he dated were only allowed to see this place or he went back to theirs.
“Wait, you can’t do this. You need me.”
“I don’t need you, Tiffany. It’s over. Get your shit together and get out. I’m done here.” He poured himself a scotch as she started to yell, curse, and throw shit.
Henry entered the apartment ten minutes later.
“What the fuck’s happening?” he asked.
“Bitch was snorting coke out in the open and thought she could get away with it. Barry is getting together a team to collect her and dispose of her.” If he didn’t arrive soon, Caleb was going to do something he promised himself he wouldn’t do: he was going to hit a woman.#p#分页标题#e#
“Stupid fucking bitch.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” He sipped at his scotch then moved toward Tiffany. She’d thrown several ornaments and vases across the room.
“You’re a fucking bastard. Do you know that? You take a woman, get what you want, and spit her out.” Tiffany lifted up a glass plate and aimed it at him. He ducked, and the plate missed him by inches.
“Are you done yet?”
“I gave you everything you wanted.”
“I did the same for you. You’re the one acting like I hurt you. You want to be a bitch about it, fine, be a bitch. Don’t pretend you didn’t know this wasn’t going to last.” Her body was too slender, and he found himself making comparisons to Donna.
What was it about the other woman?
Tiffany laughed. “You know what, fine. I’ll go and take my shit. Maybe I’ll go and have a word with Drake. He likes me.”
Drake Stone was their main rival. He was a pimp, a cruel man who forced women and girls into the lifestyle after he got them hooked onto drugs.
“Tell him a few of your trade secrets. I mean, I do know stuff that you don’t even know.”
She ran her finger up his chest.
Gripping her wrist, he slammed her against the wall. She cried out, and he covered her mouth. With one of his hands holding her arms above her head, he used his other to cover her mouth and nose so she couldn’t breathe.