“Huh? Oh yeah. I just forgot something. Would you mind running this bag up to Sunshine? She might need it for Alex. I need to…”Run away, hide from Midas, find somewhere to bawl my fucking eyes out.I glance over at the laundromat and swallow. “I need to switch out my wet washing,” I blurt out.
He looks at me oddly before shrugging. “No worries.”
“Thanks.” I hand him the bag, and when he just stands there waiting, I hurry into the laundromat and hide. Thankfully, it’s empty, so I don’t look as big of an idiot as I feel.
I get five minutes of blissful silence where I focus on getting my heart rate back under control, so of course, Midas barges in like a bear with a sore head and ruins it.
Damn you and your big mouth, Circus.
“A stranger? Really? You don’t know anything about him. You’re a club girl, Legs. You don’t fuck civilians.”
“I know what I am, Midas, you never let me forget,” I hiss, folding my arms over my chest.
“Then you know the fucking rules.”
“Nobody told me I couldn’t date a civilian.”
“Date? You want to fucking date him?”
“What’s wrong with that, huh?
He storms toward me, making me back up until I’m pressed against the wall.
He places his forearms on either side of my head and leans down until his nose almost skims mine.
“You don’t need to be fucking dating––
“Good enough to fuck but not date right? I got it. But you know what I think Midas? I think fuck that and fuck you. I’m done.”
“You’re done? What that’s that mean?”
“It means I want more. I need something other than Ravens. I want a life outside those gates.”
He grits his teeth. “No.”
I shove at his chest. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”
“It’s not safe out there. You’d be alone.”
“I’m already alone, dammit!” I yell, shoving him hard enough that I slip through his arms and head toward the door.
“I’m telling you now, you’re not leaving. I won’t let you.”
I yank the door open and don’t bother looking back as I yell at him.
“Fuck you. I’m done with your bullshit.” I freeze when I see G and a stunning woman watching me.
So this is Amity? Way to make a first impression.
I feel my cheeks get hot, but I pull my shoulders back and shake it off.
“Sorry about that, I was just leaving–”
“You are not fucking leaving Legs!” Midas roars from behind me.
I spin around to face him, my finger pointed at his face. “I’m not your woman, old lady, or property.”
“Yeah, well, that tattoo on your wrist declares you property of Ravens, so that means you have to do what the fuck I say. You might be a favorite club girl around here, but you’re not special.”
