Renegade Lady (13 page)

He nods before placing his hand on my cheek.  “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Of course I am.  This way I get to choose who I fuck.”  I pull away and sneer at him. “There are some real assholes out there.”

“Yeah, there are,” he says, a wealth of meaning behind his words.

“What about tonight?”

He shakes his head.  “Nope, you go home.  Let me talk to Roxy and let her know she’s done.  After that, I’ll tell the girls you’re in charge.”

I nod and turn away.  Before I reach the door, I hear him shout.  “Night, baby girl.”

Kidd

I stalk over to the bar where I see Chipper. He looks about as happy as I do. “She’s really doing this shit?” I ask him.

Chipper grunts. “Yeah, she’s been at The Kitty Kat for a few months now. I was hoping she’d stick to just stripping, but I guess that ain’t going to happen.”

“She can make good money dancing. She doesn’t need to come here.”

“I know, brother.  Told her that myself. I’ve done everything I could to talk her outta this shit, but she won’t budge.” He looks at me, eyes narrowed.   “For some reason, she has it in her head that being a whore is all she’s good for. Wonder where she got that idea?”

Hearing Chipper say that makes me madder than hell. Knowing that he blames me pisses me way the fuck off.  She’s not a fuckin’ whore, and I never said she was. I may have said shit to make her think that, but I sure in the hell didn’t feel like she was anything other than the woman I wanted as my own.  I wanted her more than anything in this world. I know I fucked up with Jenna, but I have no damn idea how to fix it.  After the night I was an idiot, she hasn’t given me the time of day.   She won’t let me apologize or explain where my head was at. Nothing.

“I’m gonna have her take over the girls,” I say after asking the prospect behind the bar for some whiskey.

“Roxy’s gonna shit a brick.” Chipper says and then grins. “Can’t stand that bitch anyway. Not sure what the hell Reese was thinking, tying himself to her.”

“Don’t know, and at this point, don’t care. I just don’t want her to turn The Kitty Kat into a free for all,” I explain.  “This way, Jenna can do what she wants, pick her own picks, and not just get taken like all the rest of the whores.”

He nods. “At least it’s something.”

I toss the whiskey down my throat and look back to Chipper. “Wanna come with me to find Roxy. I might need someone to restrain her,” I say chuckling.

“Yeah, I’m down. Grab Reese too. He’ll want to hear this shit from us. God knows how Roxy would spin it.”

We get up and walk over to where Roxy and Reese are playing pool. Well, Reese is playing pool.  Roxy is spending her time trying to get some of the brothers’ attention, but most of them have already learned her game and are staying clear.  How Reese stands to be around her, I don’t know.  By the look on his face, he’s not a happy man.  If I was in his shoes, I’d put a bullet in the bitch’s head.  I’d raise my daughter on my own.  Pebbles would be a hell of a lot better off if he did. 

“You two,” I say, pointing towards then.  “Office. We gotta have a chat.”

Roxy stiffens as soon as she hears my tone.  The bitch knows her game is over, and she’s scared.   They both follow us quickly into my office.

“Take a seat.”

“Uh, did we do something wrong?” Roxy asks hesitantly.

“Nope, but what we gotta say won’t be pretty,” I say to her then look towards Reese. 

He raises a brow.  “What’s up?”

“Roxy here is gonna get bent outta shape, so we figured we’d do it with you around.” When I say that, Roxy instantly goes on alert, her eyes narrowing.

“I know I gave you control over the women, but that’s done now.  I have someone to take over. I appreciate the work, but I need someone that’s capable to run that shit. I need someone I know I can trust. Sorry to say Roxy, but that’s not you.”

“I’ve been doing a good job,” She says with a sneer.

I hear Reese mumble under his breath for her to shut up, but I know she’s not gonna listen, so I lay it out for her.  “You’re all kinds of fucked up, and half the girls you’ve brought into the club are as bad as you.  Damn near every one of them is using, and you knew how I felt about drugs in the club.  Also, Pop explained the importance of regular check-ups. I know that shit isn’t happening, because some of them bitches are a walking petri dish.”

Roxy jumps up from her chair. “Fuck you! I’ve done great things here. I’ve brought in more girls then you’ve ever had here!” she yells.

Reese grabs her arm.  “Shut the fuck up now, or I’ll shut you up myself.”

I don’t wait to see if Roxy listens.  I’m too fucking pissed off to care. “Yeah, you have. The fact remains, the girls you brought here are shit. They need rules and someone to lead their asses. Jenna will do a better job of that than you ever thought about doing,” I say, standing up and getting in her face.

“Jenna? Are you fuckin’ kidding me! That bitch can’t do shit. She’s nothing but a kid.” She turns to Reese and looks about ready to kill the guy. “You did this. I knew you were fuckin’ that slut!” she yells at him.

“Shut up, Roxy! What Jenna and I do ain’t none of your fuckin’ business, but I will tell you this.  Kidd’s right. Jenna does a better job than you ever thought of doing,” he says inches from her face.

“What the fuck?” No way, no damn way!  Reese can’t be fuckin’ her.  She’s mine.

CHAPTER Twelve

Jenna

It took me nearly two weeks, but I finally finished hiring the new girls.  By the time I was done cleaning up Roxy’s mess, there were only two girls left.  I need at least ten to work the Kitty Kat, and another ten to work the clubhouse. Needless to say, finding that many girls willing to flash their tits and sell their pussy was not easy. I even have rules in place, and when I showed them to Kidd and Chipper, they were shocked. Monthly check ups and random drug tests whenever I feel the need. Birth control and condoms are a must. No bitches.

Reese’s old lady really fucked this shit up. It’s hard to believe she’s only had control for a year.  I can’t imagine the mess she would’ve made if Kidd hadn’t removed her.  I have no idea what Gun was thinking when he let her run the girls.  No, that’s not true.  We would’ve had some dead girls and the cops breathing down our necks. 

Today is clean-up day.  I’m at the apartment that the club keeps for the girls, trying to get it ready for my new girls.  When I decided to tackle this on my own, I had no idea it would be this bad.  Looking at the mess I created going through apartments has me pissed. Believe it or not, one of the girls kept records.  Everything is here in black and white for me to see. Prostituting in and out of the club, and giving a fifty percent cut over to Roxy.  That bitch even had them selling sex out of the private dance rooms. What the fuck?!

That was just the tip of the iceberg.  Let’s not even get into the fuckin’ drugs I found in the dressers. Coke, heroine, meth… you name, and it was here.  Some of the bathrooms even have blood splatter on the wall.  Being with Timmons, I know what that’s from.   A needle hitting the vein wrong can send blood everywhere.

I didn’t think I’d ever be in this job, especially after working at the Kitty Kat for only three months.  Sometimes, I think it’s too much for me, but I’m glad I don’t have to work for Roxy anymore.  That bitch is fuckin’ psycho. She turned up a time or two and tried to boss my girls around, but I wasn’t having it. We ended up having words, and she tried to come at me.  Once I showed her the gun Chipper insisted I carry, she backed up, but not before telling me that this shit wasn’t over.

I made sure to tell Chipper about her showing up.  I hated to turn to the guys for help, but I had too much to deal with to put up with her shit.  I haven’t seen her since, and I’m pretty sure Kidd and Chipper banned her from the club and the club house.

Reese needs to figure out a way to get rid of that bitch and still keep his little girl.  I know she holds Pebbles’ real dad over his head, but there are more ways than divorce to end a marriage.  Even though I don’t think a man should take his hand to a woman, I think that bitch deserves a little punishment.  God knows, Pebbles would be better off without her around. 

I’m brought back from thoughts of murdering the bitch myself when Chipper and Kidd come in.  Seeing Kidd sends a wave of heat through my body.  When in the hell am I gonna get over him?

“What’d you find?” Chipper asks.

“A bunch of shit.” I say as I throw the papers on the coffee table in front of them.  “One of the girls was keeping track of what was going on.  Looking at the shit she wrote, I don’t think she liked it.  I’m thinking she was just too scared of Roxy to say no.”

“Which one?” Kidd asks, picking the papers up.

“Skittles, the chick with the multicolored hair.”

He nods.  “I remember her.”

“I’m sure you do,” I snarl, remembering walking in on him getting his dick sucked by her not too long ago. 

He ignores me and shakes the papers in his hands.  “What’s all in here?”

“She was keeping track of everything.  What the other girls were using, how much they were using,” I say, bending towards him and pointing to the yellow sheet of paper in his hand. “This here is proof that Roxy was pimping the girls out to non-club members.  It tells when, where, and how much of the money they had to give to her.”

“Fuck,” Chipper mumbles.

“Like I said, this girl documented everything. She’s smart. I’d like to bring her back in.”

Kidd opens the papers and looks them over. Every few moments, he looks up at me. I swear every time he does, it makes my knees weak. It’s like this every damn time I see him, and that’s why I try my hardest to ignore the bastard whenever he’s around. He doesn’t like it. Kidd is not a man who’s used to being ignored, but his reaction to it makes me sort of happy, somewhat.  When he realizes I’m not going to talk to him, he gets this sexy jaw clench and muscle tick.  So hot!

At first, he did his best to get my attention.  I swear every time I turned around he was there, but over the last month, he’s stopped talking to me all together.  He usually just goes through the boys and gets them to tell me what he wants done with the club girls. I just ignore them too, when they say Kidd wants this or Kidd wants that,
I just do whatever in the hell I want.

“I’ll let you two sort this. I gotta make a quick run,” Chipper says as he walks out the apartment door. My eyes narrow on his back. Before he’s fully outside, he turns to me and winks, giving me a knowing grin. Bastard!

Ignoring Kidd’s burning glare at my back, I go back to cleaning up the blood from the bathroom walls. I swear I’ve been scrubbing for hours, and I’m not even half way done.

“You don’t need to be doing that. Get the new girls and some prospects in here. They can do that shit for you,” Kidd says, walking into the bathroom. 

I just ignore him and continue doing my thing. It’s not like I really have much else to do today anyways. Plus, I’m used to this. I clean the club house and The Kitty Kat all the time. After Mindy died, I sort of became a bit OCD with the cleaning. As much as I get pissed off at the nasty ass people I work with, there’s something about making things clean that seems to take the edge off.

“Jenna!” Kidd snaps.

Again, I ignore him. When’s he going to take the hint?  I’m not talking to him, because I have nothing to say.  At least, nothing nice. I run my sponge behind the toilet and feel something furry.  “Oh my God, I think there’s a dead rat back there,” I say to myself, not to Kidd.  Definitely not talking to Kidd.

“Fuck!” I hear, then heavy boots coming towards me. I brace when he wraps a hand around my arm and spins me around to face him.

“I’m tired of you fuckin’ ignoring me,” he says as he takes a step closer, causing me to take a step back. “I’m tired of your fuckin’ ice queen bullshit.”

He backs me into the wall, and his hands come up to cage me in. “I miss you, baby girl,” he whispers, putting his forehead against mine.

His words slice right through me. Misses me, huh? Well, he must not miss me much when he’s fuckin’ with a different girl every night. With that thought, I shove him off me.

“Stay away from me, Kidd,” I say, trying to keep my emotions at bay. “Miss me all you want.  It ain’t going to change anything.  I miss you too.  I miss the friendship we had, but when I think on it, I remember…  I remember it was all just a lie.  You used me, treated me like shit, then threw me away,” I say, moving away from him.

“It wasn’t a lie.  You mean the world to me,” he whispers.

“Everything about you is a lie.  If you ever cared anything about me at all, just leave me alone.  Just stay the fuck away from me,” I shout as I turn and run out of the apartment.

I hear a loud crash and Kidd yelling Fuck, but I just keep running.

Kidd

I walk into the club house with Preach just as Chipper comes storming towards the door.