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  He swings his arm, his fist, causing my lip to bleed—the cut on my lip stings. I gasp for air, shrinking back into my chair before he strikes me again.

  I blink rapidly to hold back the tears. I inhale deeply and exhale to gain control of my heart, my body, and my thoughts.

  With shaking hands, I pull the paper from the printer. I turn to hand the report to my Father, avoiding his sinister gaze.

  “Those are the reports,” I tell him turning to look at the pc monitor.

  Oh my god! I need to get away from him, but where can I go. I don’t have any family, and I can’t leave my sister in my Father’s clutches. I feel so helpless. I know that I need to do something, but I can’t marry someone I don’t know.

  “Perfect! I need you to stay until closing, but I don’t want you anywhere near the bar and stage. Do you hear me, Cassandra?” my Father says menacingly, taking a step closer.

  “Father, why do you need me to stay until closing?” I ask my Father. I move back before he hits me again. I’m confused; he never wants me to stay late.

  “Cassandra, just do as I ask. I want you here in case my new associate drops in to meet you,” Father says, narrowing his eyes, compressing his lips into a thin line.

  “Okay, Father, I won’t go out into the club. I’ll stay here and get a jump start on payroll,” I tell him, nodding. I move my hands up to tuck my long brown hair behind my ears.

  Father grabs the reports from my hands, looking through the papers, nodding. He looks up at me and turns away. He walks out of the room without uttering another word.

  I close my eyes leaning back into the office chair, biting my lower trembling lip to stifle my cries. Tears fall down my cheeks like rain, and I feel so impotent, so furious. I can’t allow my life to end like this.

  I start the payroll, lost in my sad thoughts and memories.

  I’m not stupid; I did get my degree. I knew that I had to take advantage of my studies to be able to forge my way in this world. I only wanted to wait until Alessa graduates.

  I don’t know if I can handle this torture for much longer. I know that Father is not joking, and it’s only a matter of time before he sells me off to the highest bidder. I’m not sticking around for the wedding. I rather die than to marry someone that my Father picks.

  I need to go to the bathroom to fix my face. I can’t allow my Father to know how scared I am. I need to be careful, though, because I know that Father’s henchman, John, is watching my every move. The strippers barely talk to me, so I don’t have anyone I can turn to for help.

  I push up from the office chair, look around the room, and grab my purse. I walk out of the room and into the hall. I walk down a few feet, and I push the women’s restroom door.

  Oh damn, Linda is here. I don’t think that she likes me, because she always glares me. I don’t know why. She’s adjusting her hair and turns to look at me, nodding slightly.

  “Hi Linda,” I greet her with a smile. I look at her skimpy outfit; she’s wearing a white bra and thong with silver sparkles, and a halo on her head. Then I take a look at her face. She’s a beautiful girl, but the makeup is a little on the heavy side.

  I clutch my purse tight, nodding. I walk over to the sink and mirror.

  “Hey Cassandra, you’re still here. I thought that you’re not allowed to stay late?” Linda says, giggling. She throws her long blond hair over her shoulder.

  “Uh, yeah. Father asked me to stay until closing,” I tell her, shrugging a shoulder. I look at the bruise blooming on my face, and my split lip. I close my eyes, trying to stop the tears.

  “Oh, fuck! What happened to you?” Linda says, walking over to me. She puts her hand on my jaw, gently moving my head to look at my bruise and my lip.

  “Nothing happened, I’m fine,” I tell her, taking a step back, smiling weakly.

  “That’s fucked up, Cassandra! Tell me who did this because no bastard has the right to hit you! Was it your boyfriend? Tell me,” Linda asks fiercely, putting her hands on her hip.

  I swallow the lump in my throat, shaking my head to blink the tears away, smiling. I cross my arms under my breasts.

  “It’s nothing. How are the guys treating you? Are they giving you good tips?” I ask her, leaning against the sink.

  I grab some paper towels and wet them to apply some cold water on my face. I look at Linda through the mirror. She looks at me, shaking her head.

  “Really, girl, things are all good on my end. Yeah, the tips are good. Tell me what happened? I promise not to tell a soul,” Linda says, looking at my split lip.

  I smile, wincing as the gesture sends a shock of pain throughout my face and turns to look in the mirror at my lip.

  “No worries, Linda,” I tell her. I meet her gaze through the mirror.

  Linda shakes her head at me and goes into the stall.

  “Right, well, I’m here if you want to talk,” Linda says, closing the stall door.

  “Thanks,” I tell her, shrugging. I lean in closer to the mirror to look at my face.

  I look at my split lip, patting it with the wet towel to remove the dried blood. I then open my purse and pull out my lipstick. I slide the top off, and I glide the lipstick over my heart-shaped lips.

  I don’t think that I should trust her since this is the first time that she’s actually talking to me. She sounds sweet and concerned, but I can’t trust her.

  I adjust my close-fitting black jeans; then, my cute dark red ribbed fitted Henley top with buttons on the front.

  It looks ok, and it’s comfortable. I need to figure out how I can be on the floor or anywhere that will allow me to see the Hades Knights. If I’m lucky, Nicolas will be the one that shows up. My crush, my dark dream. I feel a strong pull when he’s here, I love his voice, and he’s so cute.

  I take a step towards the door, pull it open when I hear him.

  Oh my god, he’s here. I know the sound of his voice. Yes, that cutie is here, I love his baritone voice, it sends a delicious chill through my body. I love his smiling baby blue eyes. He looks so lovely. Yeah, I know he’s a Knight, an outlaw biker, but to me, he’s my knight.

  I walk out of the restroom into the hallway, and I see him growling.

  Wow, his white t-shirt and front of his jeans are soaking wet. Oh my, it looks like the barmaid Stacy ran into the Knight. Did she do it on purpose to get his attention? I did hear her talk to Brenda, the other stripper, about the biker. She did say that she would do whatever it takes to get his attention. Oh, fuck!

  The pitcher is on the floor, and I bet that a large amount of the beer it once contained is now on my crush.

  Oh my god! I could lick every inch of his incredible body. He doesn’t even know I’m behind him. I love his southern drawl; it’s so sexy!

  Three

  Nicolas

  Fuckingtastic! I love doing the runs. It never fails, riding my Harley, and the feeling of the untamed wind in my face is a high you can’t find in a pill or needle. It’s my way of unwinding, of releasing all of my stress.

  Ryker rides next to me, just like we always do. We decided to save Beck for last. I can see the Nyx’s blue neon lights flash in the distance. Damn, I can’t wait to see what Beck has to say, especially when Ryker and I spend some time enjoying the strippers.

  I always get a gut feeling, an ache in my stomach, like an intuition, that warns me that when something is off.

  I can’t wait to see Beck sweat; because I’ll be damned if he’s not up to something. I can feel it when I’m talking to him.

  I exit the main road, and cruise into the parking lot, stopping under the light post. I wait for Ryker to glide next to me, then I turn off my bike. I take off my helmet, setting it on my bike as I swing my leg over. Ryker does the same. I open my saddlebag; I grab my Glock and slide it in the waistband of my jeans. Then, I grasp my switchblades, I slide one switchblade in my cut pocket, pushing the other blade in my black leather boot. I turn to see if Ryker is ready.

  Ryker nods, and I turn to stride into the club like I own the place, through the back door. I take in everything, noting every detail in my mind. I peek into the open door. Yeah, it looks like Beck’s office. I walk inside, Ryker is behind me. I nod at him to look at the papers on the desk.

  Ryker looks at the papers and the laptop. He slides the memory stick in the USB drive and downloads the files.

  I look at Ryker, shaking my head. I can’t fucking believe that Beck is so stupid. His office is wide open, the laptop is on and not password protected. What an idiot.

  I turn to look around the office to see what other intel I can glean from the space.

  Ryker signals, indicating that he’s ready. I nod and turn to leave the office. I peer out into the hallway, looking at the photos. I pass the ladies' room, and then the men restroom, and that’s when I get run over and soaked.

  The pitcher of beer flies up, slinging beer all over my t-shirt, cut, and jeans.

  Fuck! The cute barmaid walks smack into me, pushing me back into Ryker. Damn good thing he was behind me to break my fall. Hell, this is fucking unreal.

  “What the fuck,” I yell at her, scowling.

  “I’m so sorry; I didn’t see you. Please forgive me,” the barmaid says, looking at me wide-eyed, clasping her hands tightly. She then looks at the empty pitcher on the floor.

  “No worries, Darlin,” Ryker says, grinning, as he walks past me. He winks at me and takes the barmaid’s arm, talking to her in a low voice as they walk down the hall.

  That’s just great! Now, I’m fucking wet!

  I clenched my jaw, moving my hands to my waist, watching Ryker leave me behind.

  Then the sweetest voice whispers behind me.

  “I’m sorry, Nicolas, for the incident.”

  I turn around, and I stare at her. “Darlin, who are you?” I ask, grinning.

  I gaze into her warm, honey color eyes. Fuck, I’m falling into her soul, she lures me in like a siren’s song. That’s fucking amazing. I never felt this connection before. Can it be real?

  Damn, she has the longest black eyelashes. Her face is a heart shape and stunning. I stare at her full pouty red lips. Oh yeah, I could kiss those lips forever. Damn it; the blood is shooting straight to my cock.

  My eyes roam down the column of her long slender neck. I look at the beating vein in her throat for a minute. Hell yes, her heart is beating fast, she’s feeling this attraction as well.

  Yeah, of course, I check out the rest of her luscious body: lush, full breasts, a small waist, and enticing hips. Oh yeah, she’s simply gorgeous.

  “Ah, I’m Cassandra Beck,” she says, awkwardly as she extends her hand to shake my hand, getting my attention.

  Fuck, this is Beck’s daughter? Damn, I like her, and that’s a plus. Hell yes.

  I smile at her, nodding. “Hi Cassandra, it’s awesome to meet you. No worries, it was an accident. I’m just a little wet,” I tell her with a wicked grin.

  I look down at my t-shirt and pants, shaking my head wryly. I sigh and then look at her, shrugging.

  “I think that I’m going to start smelling soon,” I tell her, grimacing. I move my hand up to scrub down my face.

  What the fuck should I do? I need to stay and talk to her so I can check stuff out. But damn, this wet t-shirt is fucking disgusting.

  “Nicolas, I can wash that t-shirt and dry it in a few minutes if you’d like,” Cassandra says, shyly. A soft red flush spreads through her face.

  “Cassandra, now that’s a great idea. I’d be forever grateful,” I say, walking towards her.

  I smile at her, watching her reaction. She nods and looks nervous as I approach.

  “Good, follow me. Let’s go to my office so that you can take off your t-shirt.” Cassandra says, nodding. She turns to walk back down the hall and opens the closed door.

  I follow her into the room; my eyes naturally focus on her sweet curvy ass. I close the door.

  Damn, she has an amazing ass. I like Cassandra, and apparently, my cock does too.

  She drops her purse on her desk and turns around. Hell, she caught me watching her ass, and she’s blushing. She’s so damn adorable. I can’t remember if I have ever known a nice girl.

  “Is this your office,” I ask her taking off my cut. She watches my abdominal and arm muscles flex as I pull off my t-shirt. Her eyes widen, and she bites her lower lip.

  Well, I think that she likes what she sees. Fuck yes!

  “Yes, it is, would you like me to wash your jeans? Ah . . . hmm, If you like, but I don’t have anything for you to wear in the meantime, though,” Cassandra says, blushing, breathlessly moves her hand up to push a strand away from her flushed face.

  I can’t help but chuckle, removing the Glock, and blades placing them on the desk. I then lean down to take off my boots, and then my jeans. Yeah, of course, I’m commando and not bashful at all. Hell, I’ve definitely got nothing to be ashamed about, with my big cock and toned athletic body.

  Cassandra’s honey eyes heat up, widen, and she gasps. I chuckle, enjoying her shyness and discomfort.

  “Oh . . . I have a towel over here you can use,’ says Cassandra, gasping. A deep red tinge spreads through her face.

  “Darlin, why don’t you put my clothes in the washer, and then you can join me. I would love to have your company and for you to keep me warm,” I say, my eyes becoming heavy-lidded.

  I inhale deeply, trying to control my raging hard cock. I’m totally fucked. Cassandra is a nice girl, and I know she wouldn’t fuck me if I were the last available guy on earth. Hell, I’m going to die from blue balls.

  Cassandra looks at my cock, chews on her lower lip. She walks towards me and picks up the jeans and t-shirt from the floor.

  “Ah. . . . I’ll get you the towel,” Cassandra says, nodding. She turns, walks towards the door, geez; she’s practically running out of here like her ass is on fire.

  I think this is an excellent opportunity to learn about her and maybe a little of what Beck is planning. The room looks like an office, it has a sofa, and it must be where she works. That must be the reason that I haven’t seen her before.

  A couple of minutes later, Cassandra returns with two towels. She walks over, handing me the warm wet towel. I take the cloth rubbing it all over my chest and groin, wiping off the beer.

  Fuck, she’s so damn shy, blushing as she gazes in my eyes.

  I take the drying off, wrapping the towel around my slim waist, watching her closely.

  “Cassandra, could you get us some beer or tequila?” I ask her grinning.

  Cassandra shyly smiles, nodding walks to the door.

  “Yeah, I’ll be back in just a second,” Cassandra says, opening the door.

  “Awesome,” I say as she walks out. I look around the office, as I stroke my engorged cock.

  Fuck, I need some relief, and I don’t see any help on the horizon. Damn, I’m so fucking hard.

  Cassandra walks into the office, carrying a tray with the beer and a bottle of tequila. She catches me, gliding my hand over my hard cock. She stares at me, leaning against the door.

  She sets the tray on the desk, grabs the beer bottle handing the bottle to me as she looks at me.

  “Cassandra, do you like what you see?” I ask her, grabbing my shaft.

  I look at her, she gasps for air, and her breasts swell. I watch them rise up and down with the force of her breathing. I wrap the towel tightly around my waist again, ignoring the state of my blue balls, sighing.

  “Hmmm. . . . yes, but Nicolas?” Cassandra says, breathlessly.

  I interrupt her, waving my hand for her to come closer. I take the beer, and she takes a drink of tequila.

  I take a long pull of my beer, watching her. She takes another drink from the bottle, almost as if she needed a bracing drink.

  Hell yes!

  Cassandra walks over to me, gazing into my eyes. I love her floral scent; she smells fresh and sweet.

  “Darlin, it appears you have me at a disadvantage, you know who I am, but I don’t know anything about you,” I tell her, taking her hand.

  I pull her close to me, wrapping my arms around her small waist. I don’t wait for her to talk, taking her mouth in a deep hungry kiss.

  Oh, fuck, she tastes fuckingtastic, and she’s melting into me.

  She moves her hands up my chest, fucking raising my passion another notch. Her hands blaze a trail, leaving a searing sting in her wake as she moves up my shoulders, wrapping her hand around my neck.

  I move my hands down to grab her ass, pulling her closer groaning.

  Fuck, this is pure torture. I’m so ready to fuck this sweet angel senseless.

  I move my mouth down her jaw to her ear. I nip and suck her earlobe, whispering. “Cassandra, I need you, I really want some,” I growl. I kiss her neck, licking and nibbling down her shoulder.

  “Oh yes, no, wait maybe,” Cassandra says, moaning. I move my hand up to cup her breast, running my thumb over her nipple.

  “Darlin, yes, no, maybe? What does that mean? You’re killing me here?” I tell her, taking another kiss. I hold her tight, as I kiss her deeply, pushing this passion to another level.

  Fuck, she’s so damn sweet and sexy.

  I pull back, move my hand up to her face, cradling her cheek. I gaze into her passionate honey eyes, and then I notice the slight purple-blue bruise on her face and her split lip.

  What the fuck! Who in the hell hit her?

  “Darlin, who in the fuck hit you?” I ask growling.

  Four

  Cassandra

  I can’t believe that Nicolas is kissing me, and he’s so fucking hot. He has me so damn turned on, but I can’t fuck him. I never talked to him before even though I’ve seen him around, and I know who he is.

  What if my Father catches us?

  Nicolas is a dream, the perfect sexy bad boy. My crush.

  I’m surprised that he’s here this late in the day and that he appears not to be in a hurry. They always stop in early in the day, and it’s a quick in and out. I think it’s the fates doing that Father isn’t here. Father got tired of waiting for his new associate to show. I know that he went to see his whore.