Free Outlaw's Baby: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance by Marci Fawn Page B

heart flutter frantically.
    What the hell does he mean by that? What could he think I’m here for, if not a stripping job? Oh God, he doesn’t mean…? No, of course not…he couldn’t actually think that I’m here for sex, could he?
    The look in his eyes says otherwise.
    Crap. How the hell am I going to get out of this one?
    I feel my body scuttle backwards in my chair, and then, the owner lets out a loud, booming laugh once more. “Bridgette always said that you were funny,” he says.
    “Br…Bridgette?” Relief floods through every inch of me. He knows why I’m really here; he was just playing a twisted game with me.
    “Yes. That’s why you’re here, right?” He turns back to face me directly. There’s a naughty twinkle glinting in his eye.
    I nod, too stunned to speak.
    “I’ve seen your picture before, so I know who you are. You do know that she’s alive, don’t you? I know there was some drama in the past with that fucking prick she was dating.”
    His tone turns more than a little sour at this, and I can tell he had no time for Hunter either. I wonder if he ever told her to get the hell away from him. I know I certainly did. The only problem with Bridgette is that she’s far too stubborn to ever listen to anyone.
    “Y…yeah, Karma told me. She said that she’s with a bouncer now?”
    “Lucas is a good guy,” he says firmly. His expression is deadly serious.
    “Okay…” I want to ask when I can see her, but something about that question feels oddly inappropriate.
    The club owner sighs deeply, which suggests that he’s about to tell me something that I’m not going to like. “Look…Cherie, is it?” He doesn’t wait for my reply. “Your sister is safe, I can guarantee you that. She would be happy for me to tell you that, but she wouldn’t want me to say anymore. I know for a fact that she doesn’t want you involved in any of this. She would explicitly tell me to tell you to stay out, back off if you don’t want any trouble. This is  not  the sort of thing for you to be getting involved in, okay?”
    My body freezes, like I’m an ice cube stuck to the seat. I’m consumed by a chill, and it takes a few moments for me to even begin to respond.
    “No,”” I reply firmly, ignoring the wobble in my voice. “No.”
    “No?” He smiles at me. “No isn’t an answer. I’m respecting your sister’s wishes.” He stands up and indicates towards the door. “Now, if you’d like me to see you out—”
    “No!” I say, my body jolting out of my seat as I cut him off. “I did  not  go through all of that; I did not do all that I’ve done, just to be turned away. You need to tell me everything you know, and you need to tell me now.”
    I start to slam my hands down on his desk, no longer afraid of the fact that he’s clearly a dangerous man.
    “Now, ma’am…”
    “Don’t you  ma’am  me. I want to know everything.” I start to feel hysteria rising up inside of me. I’m so close, so goddamned close, yet somehow still miles away.  “If it isn’t too dangerous for Bridgette, it isn’t too dangerous for me!”
    I want to sound like a badass, but I clearly sound as desperate as I feel.
    Frustrated tears prick at my eyes, and I almost totally give in to the emotion. I just can’t lose. Not now. I came here with the knowledge that I wouldn’t leave without at least seeing my sister. Now I’m right in front of a man that could make it happen, and he’s being a pigheaded asshole.
    “Look…”
    “Okay, just tell me her address, her phone number, what night she’s working next. I can’t go with nothing. I can’t. The last time I saw her, things were so bad, I  need  to know. I need to be certain that she’s okay.”
    “You have my word…”
    “Your word isn’t enough!” I say, the tears finally rolling down my cheeks.
    I slump back into the chair, not wanting to give up, but not knowing what else to do.
    “Okay, I understand.” The club’s owner sighs and