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reply, but I kept going. “Darrell, please inform your boss for me that I don’t need him paying for my drinks. I’m more than capable of doing that myself. You can also tell him that just because he paid for my drinks doesn’t give him the right to tell me what to do. No one tells me what to do, understand? I’m a grown ass woman with a mind of my own, and I be damned if anyone tries to control me. He has lost his damn mind if he thinks I’m just going to sit here while he disappears with some floozy to do who knows what. He has another thing coming. Tell him he can kiss my scrumptious, beautiful black ass! I’m leaving with Dirk.”
    Now, I really wasn’t leaving with Dirk, but Angel didn’t need to know that.
    I smiled up at Dirk and laced my arm through his.
    “Ms. Waters…” Darrell started, and I think he even contemplated touching me, but the look on my face told him there would be serious hell to pay if he even dared to put his hands on me. I kept walking pulling Dirk with me towards the exit of the club.
    I bet he won’t ignore me again.
     
     
     
     

Chapter Three
 
Angel
 
    This must be what hell is like!
    As I took back the fourth shot of the night, I tried to breathe deeply. I needed to calm down. I was two seconds from losing it. The way he was touching her soft as silk chocolate skin, the look on his face; he’s enjoying the shit way too much.
    I shifted in my chair, trying to count to ten as I watched her sexy ass move while she danced with someone other than me.
    I should go over there. I should beat the shit out of that fucker and watch his ass bleed to death on the dance floor.
    But I couldn’t. Lincoln would be pissed as shit if I dropped a body in his club, and Georgia would fucking kill me.
    I needed a diversion.
    I turned away from the dance floor and tried to concentrate on something other than her . Instead of imagining what his blood would feel like flowing through my fingers, the satisfaction of watching the life leave his eyes, I took my eyes off her and observed my surroundings. Hell, that’s what I was there to do to begin with.
    Georgia asked me one day if I would keep an eye on her club for her until she had the baby and returned to work. I wanted to tell her that she would never see the inside of this place again unless it’s social. There’s no way Lincoln was going to let her work in here again. I knew my cousin, and he would lose his shit. Honestly, I wasn’t about to let her work here either so I agreed.
    I looked around the club admiring the setup. This place was packed. Georgia did an excellent job designing this place and of course, with Lincoln’s name in the business, it was only going to flourish.
    This place wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small either. It was just the right size to give you an intimate setting without losing your personal space. It had a club feel with a lounge-type atmosphere, and this city was eating it up. The DJ was actually good, but tonight, I wasn’t feeling it.
    Tonight, as with every night, I was trying to reign in my anger. My patience was being put to the test, and I was starting to lose the battle of control. I was resorting back to my old ways, before Lincoln arrived on our doorstep.
    Speaking of the Devil, Lincoln and I hadn’t seen or spoken to each other since Miami. I’d been trying to give the man his space. I knew how he felt, believe me, and there was really nothing I could do to make this shit better. I had to let him deal with this in his own way.
    I had called periodically to check on him. So far, he hadn’t taken any of my calls or returned them. Georgia and I talked all the time, though. I’d call her to see if she needed anything or have her send me pictures of the baby.
    It was crazy that even though Lincoln was missing in action, he hadn’t stopped Georgia from being with our family; mainly our grandmother and his aunt, my mom. Those three women together were trouble of the worst kind. Hell, I’d seen more