Nikki missed graduation the following day, but I didn't think there was a single piece of her that minded. Although, when my parents left the hospital, I couldn't help but notice she seemed a bit somber. It was possible that she was tired or that the glow of giving birth had started to wane, but I still needed to check. "Babe, you okay?" I had just thought pregnancy was sexy. Seeing Nikki holding my son was hands down the hottest thing I'd ever witnessed. I could stare at her with Graham for hours and never tire of it.She smiled as she gazed at Graham, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I guess I had thought my mom would stop by." Nikki had tried several times over the last few years to get help for her mom, but Nikki couldn't force Tabitha into treatment, regardless of the number of carrots she had dangled in front of her. Nikki had believed the birth of our son-her mother's only grandchild-would get Tabitha to surface, even if it was just briefly. I'd done my best to keep her fr
Club Swank was anything but. It wasn't in the best area of town; the clientele was sketchy, and the girls all had secrets-most of which included drugs, money, and sex. The owner was a known ringleader for a local gang, and the place looked like bangers ran it. I hated to even step foot inside. As soon as I opened the door, I'd be accosted by smoke, lousy music, and women who'd hang on me in an effort to make a few measly bucks. It wasn't my scene. I pulled on the heavy wooden handle, and as soon as I did, a cloud billowed out like Puff the Magic Dragon welcomed me, and pink-neon lights illuminated the abundance of black tables and chairs. Once I stepped inside, the same bouncer who'd been there for years greeted me. "Ryker. My man. I wondered if you were going to show." Hank was a solid guy. Great as security. He looked the part-muscle-bound, thick neck, and a crew cut. His deep voice created the auditory intimidation needed to keep drunk customers in line. And he kept the place
She wasn't old enough to have the moves or the confidence she stomped onto that stage with. I'd practically memorized that video when it had come out-and lived on the fantasies for four years behind bars-and this girl had done the same. Her perfect C-cups bounced under the fitted lace of her black corset. As her slender fingers worked their way down, taking the zipper with them, my eyes followed past her black thong to her creamy-white thighs. I took in every inch of her fishnet stockings and her fuck-me patent leather heels. The Taylor lookalike owned the attention of every man and woman in the club, and she knew it. Her expression matched every lyric that echoed off the walls, and I wondered if she could sing half as well as she danced. She met my stare, yet she didn't shy away like most women did. Her navy irises pinned me to my chair, and anger winked at me from behind hooded lids. Everything about her was perfect for the song and the floor; even her eye makeup was on point. Bla
Fury was easier to manage than fear, and that was the emotion I'd clung to while I took off my clothes for the likes of a bunch of losers who thought running the streets was more productive than lucrative jobs. I'd do what I had to in order to keep my mom safe, even if it meant sacrificing my dignity to people who didn't matter. They couldn't touch me on the stage, so that was where I'd stayed. And as soon as I'd finished, I hadn't bothered to get dressed.While I waited for Sam on the corner, I pulled the zipper on my corset, securing my breasts back in a cage one size too small. The wind picked up, and my hair tangled with the breeze. It dawned on me that to any passerby, I appeared to be working the street. The last thing I needed was to get propositioned for sex. I dug a pair of black shorts from my bag, slipped them over my stockings, and slid my arms through my black, leather jacket. It wasn't much, but at least I wouldn't be arrested if a cop came by before my ride showed.T
The car stopped outside an industrial-looking building. I'd walked by this place a hundred times on my way to work at the restaurant. During the day, it appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. At night, it bustled with activity. Lights illuminated the windows, cars-mostly black Lexuses-lined the parking lot, and men in slacks and sports coats were easy to spot. I wondered what the hell they did at night dressed like that on cell phones, then I thought better of it. Whatever it was, I was sure their activity was illegal, and I wanted no part of it. Sam didn't pull into a parking place. Instead, he stopped in front of what I guessed to be the entrance and killed the ignition. "Out." His command grated on me, but I jerked the door open anyhow.Nothing like looking the part of a prostitute in front of men who'd gladly pay for company. The guy who opened the door slapped my ass when I walked by. The glare I gave him only earned a chuckle in return. Bastard.I grabbed Ma's hand, pulled
I folded my arms across my chest and waited. He held what he believed to be the position of power in front of me, forcing me to tilt my head to see him. But I was as naively arrogant as he was confidently cocky. "You're a beautiful girl, Nikki. There's a reason I gave you the stage name Diamond."I kept a straight face. "It wasn't because my nipples could cut glass?" "Cute, but no. You're a precious gem. We both know you have no business being in Swank, much less on the stage. Unfortunately, you were born to trash who doesn't mind letting you pay her tab. I just want to give you the opportunity to do that as quickly as possible.""By allowing me to suck your dick? How thoughtful.""Don't be so quick to dismiss the offer. There are perks to being in the service of a Silvano."The guy was old enough to be my grandfather, literally. He was a grandfather. I wouldn't have considered the offer if he were twenty-five, but I sure as hell wouldn't entertain saggy, old man balls. "
Saturday night, I'd hoped to get to Swank earlier than I did. Chase and Tessa's wedding had started late-not that they ever did anything on time-and gone well into the night. The affair was huge and well attended, which also made it difficult to leave. I'd grown up with Chase, and by default, I became a surrogate family member. Aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings-they all came out in droves, as did every member of Union 21 and their significant others. There were more people there than the last concert I'd been to. As a groomsman, I hadn't felt right leaving before the bride and groom. Subsequently, I didn't escape the reception until nearly one in the morning. I'd hopped on my Harley the moment the newly married couple had been safely tucked into their limo. Swank closed at two, which didn't give me time to go home to change if I had any hope of seeing Diamond. Not that I had a clue why she intrigued me or how she'd managed to plague my thoughts for the better part of twenty-four hour
My meeting with my parole office had been status quo. I had answered his questions, peed in a cup, and made an appointment for the following month. I couldn't wait to be out from under that fucking requirement. It was like having a damn babysitter. Each one left me pissed off, and afterward, I always went back to work to take out my frustration on an automobile instead of in the streets. Yesterday had been no different. I'd gone back to the shop. By the time I had finished the car I worked on, it was late, and I was beat. It never failed. My monthly meetings with a PO ignited a flame of irritation and anger that stayed with me late into the night. Jeff wasn't a bad guy; I just resented being forced to meet with him, and the drug tests were a joke. I'd never done drugs-despite what people believed based on my appearance-and I never would. I'd merely been at the wrong place at the wrong time, and I would pay the price for the rest of my life. Maybe that was what infuriated me so badly. E