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safely away with no repercussions.”
    “What the fuck are we supposed to do?” All heads turn to Pauline. The guys refer to her as Powder because she’ll do anything for a hit of meth. She may have been pretty at one time, but drugs have turned her into a skeletal caricature of a woman. The sores covering her arms and face kept me away from what’s between her legs and I never understood why any of the men took what she offered. If it wasn’t for her treatment of Kiley, I might feel sorry for her.
    I push back from the table a bit and turn my full attention to the women. “Most of you are addicts.” That’s an understatement because I’d bet my ass, except for Red, they all are. “That won’t work here anymore. You get clean or get out.” The next part is rough but the truth. “Club whores are a dime a dozen. If you clean up and want to keep spreading your legs, that’s fine, you have a place to do it within this club.”
    When I finish laying out these rules, Pauline explodes. Red tries to grab her as she runs toward me with fists flying. I stand and bring my palm up, striking her chest dead center and shoving her backward as hard as I can. With all the bad shit I’ve done, hitting a woman wasn’t on the list until now. Pauline flies back and lands on her ass. She wraps her arms across her chest while trying to catch her breath. “That was for Kiley,” I grind out. “Any mother who would stand by and watch her child sold isn’t welcome here. Pick your sorry ass up and get the fuck out.”
    She starts muttering as she rolls to her knees. I only catch part of what she says, but it’s enough to make me cross the several feet separating us and grab her by a chunk of hair. I lift her head, painfully arching her neck back. “What did you say?”
    She’s furious, her eyes filled with hatred. Fear too, which shouldn’t satisfy me as much as it does. She’s stupid to challenge me right now. “You don’t know shit. Fox hid the money and you have no idea where. Fuck you.” She tries to scramble away, but I hold on.
    We all knew there was money, most likely a shitload. Very slowly, I slip my knife from its sheath. I release Pauline’s hair and place my arm around her throat, pulling her up from the floor with her back to me. I lift the knife and she starts screaming, making a high-pitched animal-type sound.
    “Shh,” I tell her and tighten my hold to keep her from wiggling free. She makes a gargling sound as she struggles for air. “You can start talking or I can start by removing your ear.” I loosen my hold just enough for her to breathe and then I touch the tip of the knife to her skin. She freezes. “Count of three and the bottom half comes off.” The last thing I planned to do was mess with one of the women. I’m making my stand, though, and each man and woman here needs to know I’m not fucking around.
    “No need to cut her. I know where it is,” Red says as she steps forward.
    I lift my eyes from Pauline. Red appears worried and I never realized how soft-hearted she was. “Good, if she doesn’t talk, I’ll kill her and can get what I need from you.” Will I? It’s easy to say and quite another thing to follow through on. I’m not Fox. Pauline continues crying. I keep my eyes on Red. “One.”
    “You asshole,” Pauline says between sobs. “In his room, he hides it under the boards below the window.”
    I ease back the knife and glance at Skull. “Go check the room.” I toss Pauline aside and she goes to her knees. I walk back to the table and glance at the men. They appear angry. I doubt it’s over the fact I threatened to kill Pauline. More likely it’s that at least two of the women were in on Fox’s stash of money and we weren’t. Typical Fox. Too bad I already killed the prick.
    A few minutes later, Skull comes back carrying a large leather saddlebag. He drops it on the table. I unbuckle it and empty the contents.
    Fuck me.
    Bundles of hundred dollar bills scatter. I