Murphy watched the city pass him by. Four hours with no one around Tate, he knew the damage was going to be dangerous. Visions of men fucking her, being inside her, and leaving her alone entered his thoughts. She was a fun woman and drew people to her when she wasn’t such a bitch. Yes, some people gravitated towards her because of her position in the club, but there were still some who’d wanted to know his woman. He was all too aware of the draw of her. Over the years, looking after her, he’d tried to ignore her. She would talk to him for hours while she did homework. The hours she spent playing pranks on him had eventually made him fall into her web. Her taste in movies was also different. She was the only woman he knew who would watch a horror flick and then be crying at a romantic comedy straight after. He would wake up in the morning looking forward to spending the day with Tate. When she wasn’t at school he found it fun to just hang out with her at the mall or watching movies. She was just fun, and he’d ruined that part of her. Being in The Lions didn’t mean he was lost to what was happening. He saw the damage he’d done on a weekly basis. Tate was no longer the carefree woman she’d been, and he was the one who had to deal with that every day.
There was a harshness to her. He’d asked the prospects assigned to looking after her, and all of them spoke of her ignoring them, even yelling at them to get away from her. She didn’t let anyone near her or to get close. From what he’d learned, Angel had been the only person she’d gotten close enough to.
Not close enough to invite to Vegas.
Glancing over at Angel he saw the sadness in the other woman. She hadn’t complained during the drive.
When he got his hands on Tate he was going to show her the damage she was causing to others. She could take her anger out on him but no one else.
The limousine stopped outside a tall, wide building. The lights were bright, illuminating the sky and pavement. Climbing out of the back, Murphy stared up at the busy building.
“I thought you said this was quiet,” Murphy said.
“The hotel’s quiet. The main casino is as busy as it should be for a Friday night.” Tiny answered, looking up at the casino. “It has been too long since I came here last. Brings up too many fucked up memories.”
“Patricia,” Lash said, mouthing the words to him.
They were gaining a lot of attention. Their cuts had a lot of reputation, even in Vegas. Entering the casino, security intercepted them. Murphy tensed expecting a fight.
“Mr. Allen is waiting for you at the bar,” the tallest man said. “If you and your people will follow me?”
Murphy followed beside Killer toward the bar section. A man with greying hair sat at the bar looking at the screen of a laptop.
The security man cleared his throat.
“Leave,” Mr. Allen said.
“Alex, it’s good to see you,” Tiny said, embracing the man in a male hug.
“Your daughter’s a tough cookie, Tiny. What did you do to her?” Alex looked at all of them. “You certainly brought the cavalry.”
“These are my men, and that’s Lash’s woman, Angel. She’s a friend of Tate’s. Where’s my daughter? I thought we agreed you’d keep her close.”
Alex sighed, turning the laptop to face them. “I tried to talk to her. She’s not the most understanding of women, Tiny. There’s your daughter. I’ve got men watching her, and I’ve been keeping an eye on her as well.”
Looking at the screen, Murphy lost it. Tate was on the dance floor wearing a slut red dress, which showcased all of her curves. Her tits bounced as she danced to the beat of the music, and his anger spiked.
“Where the fuck is she?” Murphy asked. Tiny let out a growl and turned away.
“If I was you, I’d follow him,” Alex said.
Killer followed him as he went after Tiny. The older man took the stairs leading down to the base of the club.
“Alex installed a nightclub. It’s popular, but it’s downstairs and the guards will only let certain people in,” Tiny said.
“You mean women who are ready to fuck?” Murphy asked.
“Get Tate out of there. I’ll handle Eva. You, Killer, get the other girl out of there.” Tiny gave his orders as they got to the door. The guy on the door was talking into his ear piece. He held his hand up, listening.
Tiny was about to give orders when the guy opened the door. “You’ll have no problems from us while you get your women out.”
“I don’t want to hurt anyone,” Killer said. “Not a woman. Not again.”
“She’s Tate’s friend. Just get her out. She looks submissive enough that she’ll follow you.”