THE GIRL HE SPARED

CHAPTER TWO

Fallon

The insides of Sensual Nights were nothing like I expected it to be. Women hung from poles that seemed to start at the ceiling and end at the floor, barely dressed while men sat down and watched them. There was a small crowd of people, and the sound of music thumping in the air made the entire party come to life.

“Follow me ladies,” Graham said, raising his voice a bit so we could hear him. We walked through the crowd, till we got to a separate section. A huge black man was standing there, his hands folded. Chills went down my spine, but I flashed him a smile.

“Waitresses,” Graham said. The man nodded and raised the velvet rope up. “Goodluck ladies.”

We walked into the section. A group of guys were dancing with various girls, bottles of expensive drinks in front of them. “You handle those guys and I'll take them,” Tracy said.

I sauntered over to where the men were. “Would you like me to get your order sirs?” I asked.

The blonde man raised his head up. He could not be older than twenty three years old. His eyes were bright, and there was a little white powder underneath his nose. A girl grinded in his lap making lewd noises. “Hell yeah, more fun,” he said, trying to grab me.

“Oh no sorry, I am just the waitress,” I said, carefully evading the obviously intoxicated man. It was barely two a.m in the morning, and he was wasted. “Would you like more drinks?”

“Sure my friend would like more drinks,” another guy said from the side. He had a stripper in his laps too, but her head was moving up and down in a motion I had seen so well before. “Get us all the f*****g champagne in the world.”

“Coming up,” I smiled, spinning around. Luckily, we did not need to wear heels for this ducking party, and my bouts seemed to match the theme of the night. I walked towards the bar and leaned across it. “Order up.”

The bartender smiled at me. “Well my my, two cubes of sugar in one night.”

I rolled my eyes. “Sorry, I already have some rich assholes to pretend to flirt with, not going to do it with you too,” I mumbled.

“You hurt my feelings,” he laughed. “What is your order?”

“All the champagne in the world,” I cringed, remembering I did not ask what particular champagne. “From that crew.”

I pointed at the table. “Oh that is Darry and his crew,” the bartender nodded. He spun around and brought out a small ice bucket. “Here. This should do it for them.”

“Thank you—”

“Grey,” he grinned. “and my number is on the card if you change your mind and flirt with me.”

Sure enough, there was a card beneath the bucket. I rolled my eyes and tucked it into my breasts, spinning around when the entrance to the club opened.

My eyes were drawn to him immediately. He was tall, almost six foot five and he was in the middle of men with similar heights. The club seemed to shrink as he walked through, crowds dispersing immediately as his body guards cleared a path. I followed him with my eyes, watching him climb upstairs and disappear behind a similar velvet curtain.

“Who is that?”

“That is no one to you. You did not see him come in here, he is someone you should not even be staring at,” I heard the bartender answer in reply.

“Just keep your head low and do your work. I don't know why he is here, but it is definitely for no good.”

Well that was not helpful at all. What was it about that man, that he should not be discussed? I stared at the curtains he had disappeared into, then nodded at the bartender, letting him know I was taking his advice. It was just as well, I only came here to work, and I needed to myself I was here to just serve drinks and go and not to call attention in any way.

A drunk girl stumbled in my path, almost tipping me over. I took a hurried scrambled step backwards and hit someone, the wine bucket almost crashing.

“Watch where you are going,” the person behind me hissed. I turned around, apology in my throat when the world seemed to stop.

Oh my f*****g God, I was dead.

Micheal stared down at me. His brown eyes were angry, and he smelt of beer and stuffy cologne, choking me up. His brown hair was just the same as when we were kids, and everything moved in slow mode as he raised his hands, Antonio's scoldings and warnings flooding me.

Shit. s**t. s**t what do I do?

With a strong push, Micheal moved me out of the way. “The f**k is wrong with you,” he cursed angrily as I fell tk the ground, ice falling over my legs.

“I am so sorry sir,” I quickly apologized.

“b***h isn't used to seeing rich boys, give her a break Micheal,” the blonde man laughed. I watched my cousin shake his hand, and join their party, tears stinging in my eye.

He did not recognize me.

Holy f**k, somehow, he did not recognize who I was, yet I could feel the sharp sting of the way he used to pull my hair even as I stared at him.

I got up on wobbly feet and returned to the bar. “Hi, I need more ice, I had a situation,” I managed to get out from under the house.

The bartender’s eyes were full of pity, but I ignored it. He probably thought a customer had groped me, meanwhile it was my shitty last life that came to f**k me dey in the ass. I grabbed the bucket of ice and moved fast, careful to not let anyone else hit me again and I dropped it on the table.

Michael grabbed my arm just as I was about to leave. “Hey waitress,” his words slurred. “I'll give you a hundred dollars if you'll take your t**s out.”

I shrugged his hands off. “No sir,” I replied.

“Two hundred,” he licked his lips. “And I'll take you to heaven.”

“No, I am not interested,” I sighed. Thirteen years later and he still hadn't changed, from being a s**t head it seemed.

“Fine. Get out,” he hissed angrily. I walked away quickly, and found Tracy at the other side of the room.

“Hey are you okay?” She asked as I got to her.

“No, I need air,” I practically sobbed. “Can you cover quickly for me?”

“Sure,” her eyes softened. “Just be good.”

I nodded and hurriedly escaped down the stairs. The floor was even more packed now, and I struggled to move between the gyrating bodies, looking for a way out of here.

I sighted a small door at the corner and headed for it. Finally, I was alone in what seemed to be a small dark storage room. There was a stack of boxes, high to the wall, so I leaned across them.

Fucking hell.

Tonight was proving to be more than I could handle. Seeing Micheal again made me remember the last time I saw him.

The day my mother and father died.

My hands shook as I fell to the floor, struggling to breathe. The dark room provided a bit of solace for me, and I slowly counted to ten.

One.

Two.

Three.

I heard the sound of the door handle. Quickly, I scrambled to the other side of the boxes, holding my breath. Footsteps accompanied the click, then light flooded the room from a single bulb.

There was a sound of something metal across the floor, then a heavy thud.

“Alright, lad,” I heard a man say. “Let's see what the boss thinks.”

Shit.