HOPE(11)
Closing the door, Damon took the seat across from him.
“Your bitch interrupted my fuck, Damon. Next time teach her some manners.”
“I will.”
Don nodded his head, leaning back. Damon watched him light a pipe.
“Why did you want to see me?” Don asked.
Damon pulled the book out of his jacket. “I sold the moonshine, and here is the exchange.”
His boss took the book and placed it on the desk.
“Are you going to check and make sure it is what you agreed?” Damon asked.
“I trust you, Mad Dog. You wouldn’t steal from me.”
Leaning back in his chair, Damon rested his hands behind his head. “The girl is from Ben Grimes’s area.”
Silence descended on the room.
“Send her the fuck back.”
That was what he was afraid of.
Chapter Four
Penny watched the women on stage. They all wore clothes, or at least what could be mistaken for clothes. They were all beautiful women and different shapes and sizes. She couldn’t tear her gaze away. Some of the women were stroking themselves and rubbing against each other. The sexual display going on right in front of her startled her. The way they talked and moved their bodies to the music was like an art form. She’d never seen such a sensual display before in her life.
“So, you’re the chick who put the bad look on the boss’s face,” a guy said, taking the seat across from her.
She looked behind her trying to find Damon.
“Don’t be afraid. You’re safe here. We’re not the type of men to take what isn’t offered. I’m Trevor.” He offered her his hand.
She stared at his offered hand. When she didn’t see a threat she gave him her own. “I’m Penny.”
“Hello, Penny, lovely to meet you.”
“I didn’t mean to upset your boss.” She tucked some of her hair behind her ear. The length was finally starting to dry.
“Don’t worry about it. Don is always pissy when he doesn’t get his morning fuck.” She felt the blush fill her cheeks. “I-I-I’m sorry.”
“Well, I’ll be damned. You’re an innocent, aren’t you?” he asked.
Glancing around her, she saw several heads turn their way. Some of the women walked toward her.
Biting her lip, she felt her heart begin to pound. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“What’s going on, Trevor?” a woman wearing a mini skirt and small bra asked.
“Nothing at all, Shelley. I think Mad Dog has gotten himself an innocent.”
Shelley turned to her. Several women approached. Penny rubbed her hands together underneath the table. Shelley took a seat next to her and curled her fingers under her chin. Her face was pulled this way and that.
She hated the attention and wished she’d ignored the man.
“I think you’re right, Trevor.”
The blush deepened.
“Are you an innocent, little girl?” Shelley asked.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Penny said.
“Have you had a cock in your pussy?” another woman asked.
Penny wanted to get away. This was not what she wanted to be doing.
“Back away from the woman,” a man said.
The crowd surrounding her table broke away. Penny looked in the direction of the voice and saw Damon standing behind the man. “Shelley, are you already trying to recruit another girl?”
Penny heard the fondness in the man’s voice.
“Look at her hair, Don. She’ll pull in plenty, and she’s an innocent.”
Penny ground her teeth together to stop herself from snapping at the people around her.
“Move away from the table. I’ve got some talking to do.”
Trevor and Shelley moved away from the table. She saw Don reach out and stroke Shelley’s palm. The other woman turned to look at the man in charge and then went back on stage.
Had no one else seen what just happened?
Damon turned a chair and straddled it while Don sat opposite her.
“I hear you’re from Ben Grimes’s area,” he said.
She looked at Damon.
“Don’t look at him. You talk to me, or you can go on back to fucking Grimes’s place without a by your leave.”
“Yes.”
“Does he know you’re gone?” Don asked.
“No. It doesn’t matter. I was a no-one. I doubt anyone would care where I was.”
She looked down at her hands now resting on the table. Don caught her chin in his hand.
“Don’t underestimate your ability, Penny. You’re a woman from the families, and that makes you valuable.”
Penny shook her head in denial. “I don’t see any value.”
“You’re innocent, am I correct? You’ve never had a man.”