On top of everything he’s done to me, Tracker set a meeting between Stoney, him and myself to go over things to do with the club. Which of the women are having to work harder than others. Who are missing shifts when they're scheduled to work. And my favorite of them all, who’s taking side pieces when and doing drugs.
Evidently, the man doesn’t seem to think I can do the job right. Hence the meeting. Stoney however being on my side about this said from what he could tell I was doing a great job. Less of the girls are coming in high or with drugs in their systems. And hardly any of them have tried to find a side hook up. I will say that I have no problem letting someone go for not following the rules the club has set in place.
It’s one thing to screw the customers in the brothel because everyone is vetted and tested. It’s another to go behind the club’s back and screw someone and then come in here and possibly spread an STD or something. It’s a hazard I won’t take. The club depends on these girls to follow the rules they have in place and trusted me enough to make sure everything goes smoothly.
Maybe that’s why I ended up getting on stage again that night. Because I wanted everything to run as it was supposed to. To show the club I’d do whatever it takes to keep havoc from happening. Even if some of these women I’d love nothing more than to throat punch for the way they talk about me. The others I personally envy for their confidence in themselves.
Especially the ones who work solely in the brothel part of the club. They hold their heads high and have this don’t bullshit me attitude. I’d never judge a woman for what they do, or I should say I wouldn’t long as they don’t go at me first. Judging someone harshly makes me feel too much like the people I escaped.
God knows, I don’t even want to think of any of them. It was bad enough they controlled every little thing in my life all the way to my food intake. But they’d also make sure I went to the doctor every two weeks to show that I was still a virgin, as if it were anyone’s business.
When I’d stated that in an argument, I ended up on the floor after my father backhanded me. I can still hear my father’s words from that day— “You are my business. Everything about you is my business. Until the day I marry you off and have gained what I want, you are my property. My gem that will grant me everything that I want. How that bitch of a woman could give everything to you and leave your mother and I nothing is beyond me.”
Shaking my head, I sigh in resolve. For the past two years, I’ve done everything I could to stay hidden. To never allow anyone to know my real name. Now the entire club does. It was another part of the meeting between Stoney, Tracker, and me. They demanded to know why I didn’t tell them any of this.
Now, standing in the shadows at the club, I glare at Tracker as he sits in his usual seat with Dixie in his lap. If not for him, everything would be perfect. Well, as perfect as it could be. With him taking over my life the way he has, I have no control over anything. Not anymore.
“What am I still doing here?” I mutter to myself as I turn away from the sight of Tracker and Dixie. The sight of them makes me sick. “Maybe I just need to get the hell out of here.”
That’s exactly what I need to do. It’s what I should have done weeks ago. I just didn’t have the balls to do it. It’s not like I don’t have the money to leave. To go somewhere else.
As I walk down the hallway toward my office, I keep moving past it to the back door. Placing my hand on the handle, I take a deep breath. If I do this, it means my life will change again. I’ll end up giving Parker and my father the chance to find me. But at the same time, I won’t belong to anyone.
Nodding my head, I turn the handle, peeking over my shoulder one last time, longing for something that will never be for me.
Tracker will never be mine. To him I’m nothing but, as he calls me, an ice princess.
Stepping through the door, I make my way to my car. The very same car I haven’t been able to drive since the night Tracker moved me in with him. He’s brought me to work every night since. Thankfully, I always keep a key to the car in a hidden spot underneath in a magnetic box that sits on the front drive shaft. Not easy to find to the unknowing eye if they are looking for the spare key considering you have to climb halfway underneath to grab it.
Once I have the key in hand, I climb into my car and start her up. Quickly backing out of the spot, I turn east to head for the interstate. Time to head for the airport and then go somewhere no one can find me.
Maybe I should go to Brazil or maybe Greece. I have the money to get me there. I’ll just need to hit a few banks on the way to where I’m going to pull out as much cash as I can. Because after I get on the plane, I won’t be able to use my card.
Not unless I want anyone to know where I’m at. Yeah, that’s not going to happen.
Screw everyone who thinks they can possess me. And fuck Tracker for not only thinking he could possess me but for breaking me.
Chapter Eight
Tracker
“Tracker, why won’t you fuck me or Gia?” Dixie whines as she straddles my lap. I clench my teeth to keep from snapping at the bitch. She’s here for a reason— to make Victoria jealous. I want to see her act on the jealousy that I’ve seen in her gaze.
Since that first night in the office, I haven’t fucked her or even stuck my cock in any other bitch to get my rocks off. Doesn’t mean I haven’t groped or let another woman rub herself on me. Asshole move, I know, but I don’t have an ol’ lady and can sure as fuck do as I please. Yet why haven’t I fucked anyone?
Groaning, I squeeze Dixie’s ass to stop her from grinding against me further. “Told you weeks ago, babe, not happening,” I grunt.
“If that were the case, baby, you wouldn’t let me, Gia, or any of the other girls rub all over you,” Dixie purrs while running her hands along my shirt.
“Just because I allow you all to do as you have been doesn’t mean I’m going to fuck any of you, Dixie. Remember your place when it comes to me. You’re a club slut, nothing more. You, Gia, and I have had lots of fun. I’m done though, so get the fuck over it,” I grind out.
“You don’t seem to be over it, baby. Come on, let me take care of that hard-on for you,” she says, pressing herself into my body.
Fuckin’ hell, she’s not getting what I’m saying, and I’ve been too damn nice by allowing myself to give them the same attention I’ve been. Maybe I should let her get me off one more time. It’s not like I’ll be getting the ice princess under me anytime soon.
Glancing over Dixie’s shoulder toward the hallway for the offices, I don’t see Victoria standing there as she has in the past. My brow furrows as I wonder where she’s at. Maybe I should go check on her.
Nope, don’t even do it. She’s working and you shouldn’t even care.
Fuck this shit. I’m going to take Dixie up on her offer and let her suck my cock. Mind made up, I tap Dixie’s thigh to move as I stand. “Come on, babe, you can get me off one last time,” I say to which she giggles.
Which I find irritating as hell.
As I walk to one of the private rooms, Coyote calls my name. Turning to see him heading my way, the expression on his face tells me he’s pissed about something.