Chapter 33: Money For Sex

“What are you talking about?” I asked, glancing around, my heart pounding like a warning bell. Dean didn’t flinch. “Savannah was at the club with me, Chloe and her fiancé. After her special performance, Chloe left. Some drunk, handsy guy wouldn’t leave Sav alone. I stepped in. Turns out the asshole was armed. He came at me, but I handled it. I don’t even want to imagine what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there. She needs to make better choices next time.” The words hit me like a punch to the chest. I stumbled back slightly, the floor spinning beneath me. The previous night came rushing back—blurry and vivid all at once. The gentleman’s club. Dean’s slurred words. Chloe’s vicious setup. The look in his eyes when he offered me money. His hands on me. Roman’s arrival. The memory struck like a lightning bolt. My fists clenched. My head throbbed with a pulsing, familiar anger. Chloe was the first to break the silence. “Well? Aren’t you going to thank my fiancé for saving your ass?” she snap