Raven's POV
I'm seething with anger and I don't care anymore about any of their bullshit excuses. I don't care that I literally lap danced on a client who happened to be Kai's father. I'm angry that they're angry, like they have any right to judge me or control my choices. It's my life, my decision, my body. They met me at the club, saw exactly what I was doing, knew who I was before they came barging into my world. And now all of a sudden they want me to stop everything and depend on them fully? Like I'm some kind of charity case or pet project they can mold into whatever they want?
"Get in the car. You need to get that wound cleaned up," Damon tells me with that gruff commanding voice that usually makes my knees weak. But right now it just pisses me off even more.
I glare at him, my d
