I started toward the rich prick regardless.
“Aaah, fuck,” Casa grumbled from behind me.
I marched through the Pit, stopping in front of the table. The girl continued to slam her sweet ass down onto his crotch while he laughed with his buddies. He glanced my way when my shadow fell across him.
“This one’s taken for the night, asshole,” he laughed, flashing me a wad of dollar bills like they were hundreds. “Go pick another, big guy,” he said when I didn’t move away. He laughed again and his table of friends joined in.
At least the dancer had the common sense to step away from him, a smirk on her face as she mouthedthank youand took a couple of steps away from him.
“Hey, hey, bitch, get back here!” he called after her. “I paid for you!” He waved the ones in the air again and I saw red. “Fucking sluts thinktheyown their own asses,” he laughed. “Iown their asses!” He stuck his tongue out at his friends and laughed, oblivious to the fact I was about to tear him a new asshole.
I grabbed him by the shirt before pulling him up to my eye level. Fucker started to realize who he was talking to then and his cocky attitude fell away like wet paper from the walls.
“Woah, woah, buddy. She your girl? No offense meant.” He patted my shoulder like he was trying to soothe a wild animal, and I snarled in his face like I was about to rip it off.
“Fighter!”
I turned and looked to see Jesse and Casa standing together. Jesse had his arms crossed over his chest in a gesture that reminded me of Hardy.
“Put the prick down.” He nodded at the guy I was about to tear apart. “Brother, he ain’t worth it.”
I turned back to the prick before dropping him unceremoniously back in his seat. He mumbled something under his breath and it took all of my control not to knock him the fuck out. These assholes had no respect for these women—our women. Shit, I hadn’t had any respect for these women up until a couple of days ago.
Up until Penny, my subconscious whispered.
Yeah, up until fucking Penny.
I started to walk away from the table when I heard the prick mumble something under his breath again—an off-hand quip about all brawn and no brains. My gaze shot to Jesse, who shook his head at me. Casa laughed and bounced from foot to foot, ready to fight with me. And I turned back to the prick in the suit and the wad of bills and slammed my fist into his face, knocking him out cold and dropping his dollar bills at his feet. He slumped sideways and his friends quickly scattered. I flipped open his jacket and grabbed his wallet. I pulled out the wad of cash that was in there—easily five hundred bucks—which only infuriated me even more. Fucker was slipping dollar bills in these women’s panties while he had a wallet full of cash like that.
“Cheapskate motherfucker,” I grumbled, throwing his wallet at his head and turning to the dancer he’d been insulting. I pulled out the ones from her G-string and slipped in the five hundred before walking away from all of them.
“He was a good customer,” Casa laughed as he fell into step besides me. He didn’t give two shits about good customers or making money. He was always ready to fight, fuck or party. That was what got him through the day.
“Fuck off, Casa, I’m not in the mood.”
He laughed again. “Bet she’ll treat you real good for that hero move.”
“Not interested.”
“Bitch likes it rough.” He patted my back, knowing my vice for all things violent and bloody. “Real rough, if you know what I mean.”
I continued walking, my muscles shaking with the need to hit something. “Not interested.”
“Don’t be like that, brother. Let her thank you properly. Fuck knows I won’t be thanking you, since you just cost me one of my best customers!” He was still laughing, despite the truth of the fact. That was just how Casa was. He was a carefree motherfucker who didn’t take anything too seriously.
I hated that he knew my tastes when it came to women, what made me tick and what didn’t. Shit like that came part and parcel with running the Pit though. He was like a pimp without the chains round his neck and the gold tooth in his mouth, and he loved that title. But I wasn’t interested—not in that woman or any other he brought to me.
I continued to walk through the club, ignoring him, and he eventually got the hint and stopped following me. I found a dark corner to sit down and drink, drowning my guilt and shame in the darkness of the club.
I sipped my whiskey, smoked my cigarettes, and watched the women writhing for the next three hours, but my cock barely twitched.
What the fuck was happening to me?
Was it dead?
Jesus, had Penny killed my cock?
It lusted after her and her alone and it hadn’t even been in her pussy.
