“You use them.”
A few of the club girls stiffen.
“You pass them around.”
I look directly at Razor.
“You cheat on your women with them.”
And then I lock eyes with Clutch.
“Or you weaponize their presence to keep your ol’ ladies in line.”
Razor’s smile widens as I look straight at him.
“And I don’t agree with their presence.”
I gesture again.
“Because I don’t think any of you should be lazy enough to need a fuck on demand.” My voice drops colder. “From someone who’s already been passed around three times before you even got to her.”
A few of the girls shout angrily, but I keep going. “You all say they choose to be here.”
My voice rises slightly. “But has anyone ever asked why? Why would someone choose to be degraded and used?”
I lock eyes with Angel again, I can’t read his expression. He doesn’t look angry, he looks like he is listening.
“Why are they even here?”
The words hit me before I can stop them. “Why amIhere?”
Silence crashes through the room.
“No.”
My voice is quieter now, but sharper.
“I don’t trust you to protect your sister.”
Gasps echo around the room.
“Someone muzzle that bitch.”
“And I don’t trust you to protect the women in this club.”
Then my eyes move to Clutch.
“And I don’t trust you anymore either.”
The words taste like ash and my hands move before I fully realize what I’m doing. I reach up, sip the cut off my shoulders. The leather slides down my arms slowly.
The room erupts immediately.
“What the hell…”
“Bex…”
“Don’t…”