Bryce's POV
We pull up to a bar that looks like nothing more than a storage shed. The neon lights on the outside flicker constantly and emit an annoying buzzing sound. This is not the kind of place that I want my mate working. That is for damn sure.
Ace gets out of the driver's side of the car and lets out a deep sigh. "Did we drive her to work at a place like this?"
"We weren't exactly supportive when Chris left," I remind him. "We were actually kind of rude."
"If she is stripping, I am pulling her off the stage and away from this place," Ace growls and I cannot help but agree with him.
Just the thought of another man looking at our mate naked is enough to send me over the edge. I am likely to kill every man in there looking at her.
"Are you ready?" I ask Ace
