“Skittles, the chick with the multicolored hair.”
He nods. “I remember her.”
“I’m sure you do,” I snarl, remembering walking in on him getting his dick sucked by her not too long ago.
He ignores me and shakes the papers in his hands. “What’s all in here?”
“She was keeping track of everything. What the other girls were using, how much they were using,” I say, bending towards him and pointing to the yellow sheet of paper in his hand. “This here is proof that Roxy was pimping the girls out to non-club members. It tells when, where, and how much of the money they had to give to her.”
“Fuck,” Chipper mumbles.
“Like I said, this girl documented everything. She’s smart. I’d like to bring her back in.”
Kidd opens the papers and looks them over. Every few moments, he looks up at me. I swear every time he does, it makes my knees weak. It’s like this every damn time I see him, and that’s why I try my hardest to ignore the bastard whenever he’s around. He doesn’t like it. Kidd is not a man who’s used to being ignored, but his reaction to it makes me sort of happy, somewhat. When he realizes I’m not going to talk to him, he gets this sexy jaw clench and muscle tick. So hot!
At first, he did his best to get my attention. I swear every time I turned around he was there, but over the last month, he’s stopped talking to me all together. He usually just goes through the boys and gets them to tell me what he wants done with the club girls. I just ignore them too, when they say Kidd wants this or Kidd wants that, I just do whatever in the hell I want.
“I’ll let you two sort this. I gotta make a quick run,” Chipper says as he walks out the apartment door. My eyes narrow on his back. Before he’s fully outside, he turns to me and winks, giving me a knowing grin. Bastard!
Ignoring Kidd’s burning glare at my back, I go back to cleaning up the blood from the bathroom walls. I swear I’ve been scrubbing for hours, and I’m not even half way done.
“You don’t need to be doing that. Get the new girls and some prospects in here. They can do that shit for you,” Kidd says, walking into the bathroom.
I just ignore him and continue doing my thing. It’s not like I really have much else to do today anyways. Plus, I’m used to this. I clean the club house and The Kitty Kat all the time. After Mindy died, I sort of became a bit OCD with the cleaning. As much as I get pissed off at the nasty ass people I work with, there’s something about making things clean that seems to take the edge off.
“Jenna!” Kidd snaps.
Again, I ignore him. When’s he going to take the hint? I’m not talking to him, because I have nothing to say. At least, nothing nice. I run my sponge behind the toilet and feel something furry. “Oh my God, I think there’s a dead rat back there,” I say to myself, not to Kidd. Definitely not talking to Kidd.
“Fuck!” I hear, then heavy boots coming towards me. I brace when he wraps a hand around my arm and spins me around to face him.
“I’m tired of you fuckin’ ignoring me,” he says as he takes a step closer, causing me to take a step back. “I’m tired of your fuckin’ ice queen bullshit.”
He backs me into the wall, and his hands come up to cage me in. “I miss you, baby girl,” he whispers, putting his forehead against mine.
His words slice right through me. Misses me, huh? Well, he must not miss me much when he’s fuckin’ with a different girl every night. With that thought, I shove him off me.
“Stay away from me, Kidd,” I say, trying to keep my emotions at bay. “Miss me all you want. It ain’t going to change anything. I miss you too. I miss the friendship we had, but when I think on it, I remember… I remember it was all just a lie. You used me, treated me like shit, then threw me away,” I say, moving away from him.
“It wasn’t a lie. You mean the world to me,” he whispers.
“Everything about you is a lie. If you ever cared anything about me at all, just leave me alone. Just stay the fuck away from me,” I shout as I turn and run out of the apartment.
I hear a loud crash and Kidd yelling Fuck, but I just keep running.
Kidd
I walk into the club house with Preach just as Chipper comes storming towards the door.
He damn near knocks me over, anger coming off him in waves. “Whoa, big bro. What’s the problem?”
He doesn’t respond, just turns around staring behind him. It’s then I notice Jenna standing there, hands planted on her hips. She looks like she’s trying to get him to calm down, and he’s determined to flip the fuck out. “What the hell’s going on with you two?”