“Be careful, he might end up like your last one,” Henry said, glaring at her. He didn’t like Richard. The bastard was too fucking arrogant for his own good, and Henry just didn’t like him. Henry had watched the other man sneer at the whores and turn his nose up at some of the waitresses in the last few weeks, as if he was better than everyone else. No one was better. They were all fucking equal. Now Richard was flirting with the best friend to the boss’s woman. Many of their associates didn’t know Henry was partners with Caleb. Henry liked it like that. It was the added element to their partnership that people didn’t expect. Ever since Caleb had fallen for and married Donna, however, Henry had attended more meetings on his own. He didn’t like it even as he understood what was going on. Donna wasn’t an awful woman. She was sweet to the core, and that, as far as he was concerned, could cost them in the long term. Once their enemies realized Caleb had a weak spot, they were going to go after her.
Sleeping with the whores meant Henry didn’t have to worry about anyone or anything.
Lydia glared at him, sipping at her drink.
He stared at her, waiting for her to say something. She did not, averting her gaze away from him. The fact she wouldn’t growl at him or get angry pissed him off. She’d been there when he’d had to kill her boyfriend. He’d been the one to clean up the mess alongside her while she cried.
“Did he ask for your number?” Donna asked.
“Yeah, but I’m not going to give it to him. I don’t know him.”
“You don’t want to appear too desperate, do you?” Henry asked.
Again, she glared at him without giving him anything else.
“It’s time you started dating,” Donna said.
If he heard any more he was going to get his gun out and start shooting. He wasn’t interested in women’s shit.
“I’m not ready. I’ll start dating when I’m ready.”
“Don’t leave it too long. Your pussy will dry up and you’ll be next to useless,” Henry said, barking the words at her.
“I’m going to the bathroom.” Lydia got to her feet, continuing to glare at him as she passed. He didn’t care and stared right back at her.
Donna followed her.
“What’s your problem?” Caleb asked once the women were out of earshot.
“Why do you have to bring your woman here? She’s vulnerable here, and shouldn’t she be at home caring for your son?”
Donna being at the club also bought Lydia along with her. Considering the two women didn’t work together anymore, Henry had assumed they would pull apart. Donna no longer worked as she and Caleb had a young son at home. Lydia worked as a receptionist at a hotel chain. She worked the morning shift. He knew, as he’d followed her.#p#分页标题#e#
“Donna deserves to have some time out. I asked her to come with me to the club. She’s my wife, Henry. Be careful how you speak about her.”
Holding his hand up in surrender, Henry shook his head. “Fine, consider myself out of it.”
“You’re being a prick again. The whores not giving you satisfaction anymore?” Caleb asked.
“My trip to the whores was more than fine.” He saw the waitress approaching their table. “It’s about fucking time,” he said, taking the beer from her. She stuttered something that sounded like an apology. “Fuck off.”
“Okay, seriously, whatever’s bothering you, you’ve got to stop. The club is not your ground to piss people off. I’m always having to replace our staff or give an excuse for shit behavior, and I’m not in the mood to be pissed with, Henry.” Caleb glared at him as he spoke.
“You’re not the one doing all the employing anymore. I’m the one doing all the shit while you play fucking husband with your girl. I’m not interested in hearing you moan.” Lydia and Donna cut off more of what he was going to say. “Fuck this.” Henry snatched his beer off the table and stormed off. Henry refused to listen to Caleb any longer.
Leaving the table and the VIP area he made his way toward the bar, securing his own corner.
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“Don’t let Henry bother you. He’s always a little mean,” Donna said. They were standing in the bathroom, and Lydia washed her hands under the tap. She knew how mean Henry could get. She’d witnessed that cruelty at first hand. Lydia hated the man. He was rude, abrasive, and cold. There was not any redeeming quality about him, yet she remembered him kneeling beside her as she scrubbed the blood off the floor.
Cutting the memory off, she dried her hands and waited while Donna did the same.