Landon
I knew which brothel Matilda would be at, and I knew I didn’t have much time to find her. Once I reached the door I was met with angry stares.
“We don’t have any openings,” grumbled one of the whelps at the door.
“I’m here to collect a friend,” I growled. I knew the guys at the door were meant to guard their territory, but honestly I had no interest in being a toy for a wide variety of women. Though I did enjoy the action and activity, I preferred my freedom outside the brothel.
“Friend have a name?” mumbled the other. I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling.
“Her name is none of your business.” Matilda had just walked out of the building and grabbed the shoulder of one of the men, digging in her claws. The look of pain on his face was quite satisfying. “Come
