Zodiac nodded toward me. “Take care of the kid.”
Bangs locked eyes with me, and that unfamiliar pang of attraction worked its way through me. Her cheeks flushed this adorable pink, and now that she was closer, I realized her tits were covered by nude-colored pasties and she was wearing a thong.
When she took a step forward, I had to adjust, my dick getting harder by the second. Hopefully, she didn’t notice.
“London!” Zodiac shouted across the room.
He looked pissed, and I was suddenly very worried about this girl fucking inside the strip club.
“Is he going to hurt her?” I asked nervously.
Bangs got on her knees in front of me, assessing some of the wounds on my arms.
“No. Zodiac would never harm a woman, or anyone, for that matter. Oof, these are pretty bad. This one looks infected,” she said, running her fingers over the wound where Colt had cut me. The sides were an ugly greenish color and there was yellow pus crusting the top of the wound.
“You going to tell me what happened?” she asked, talking loud enough for me to hear.
I glanced over at the Artillery again, noticing that things were starting to get heated between Zodiac, Scorpio, and AK.
“I lost a fight.”
She giggled as her gentle hands slowly moved up my bad arm, squeezing a part that was an angry purple. The second she touched it, I cried out, recoiling so she couldn’t touch me.
“I think your arm is broken or badly sprained.”
“Are you a doctor?”
She shook her head. “I’m studying to be a nurse. I only have about another year of schooling.”
“But you’re a stripper…”
She hung her head in shame. “Does that make me a bad person?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Does being a stripper mean acting like her?” I motioned to the girl in the middle of all the chaos, watching as she stood off to the side, instigating more of a fight between the Artillery and Celestial Sons.
“No. London, well, she’s a bit of a whore,” Bangs said with a laugh. “She’ll fuck anything with a dick. A lot of girls here are like that.”
“Are you?”
She blushed again. “No. I just serve drinks and sometimes dance. It pays the bills and helps me pay for my college courses.”
I had to admire the girl for putting herself through school. Not only was she beautiful, but she was smart, too. Two qualities that made a woman go beyond gorgeous and into keeper territory. Not that I ever thought about getting into a relationship. My life was far too damaged to subject anyone else to it.
Focusing on her eyes, I got lost in the sky-blue irises that drank me in. She was everything—too perfect for a fuck up like me.
“So, your name is Bangs?”
She moved a piece of her hair behind her ear, her lashes bouncing as she looked up from the wound she was tending to, to stare at me. “Actually, it’s Sienna. All the girls here are called by the town they grew up in. I’m a transplant from Bangs, Texas.”
“Oh, that’s kinda cool. But Sienna is a beautiful name. Do you mind if I call you that?”
She smiled shyly. “Not at all. What should I call you?”
“Dillon.”
“I like that, too.”
She grabbed some stuff out of a medical bag. “This is gonna sting, but it’s going to clear up that infection for you.”
