Freya’s pov
The iron door creaked open and I tensed. My body throbbed from the previous night’s beating, my ribs ached and my jaw was still hurting. When the two bouncers walked in, their shadows fell across the floor, both of them wearing those smug grins of theirs.
One leaned against the bars and told me, like he was giving me a favor, “You got lucky today sweet cakes. You get another go round. Don’t blow it this time.”
I nodded and got to my feet. “I promise not to.”
The second one came to me as he smiled. “If you want to see that little pup of yours you’d do as we say or regret it.”
I have a quick nod. “Whatever you say.”
They exchanged another glance and stepped to one side. The bigger one pushed open the door behind him and gestured toward the opening with an impatient grunt. “
