Fallen Darkness (The Trihune Series Book 2) by RB Austin Page B

lightless, his fangs to stay embedded in his gums.
    The light dimmed from Cade’s gaze. His shoulders fell and he closed his eyes, resting his forehead against his bahshrett’s . “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so angry.”
    “It’s okay. I understand. And I’ll tell George I can’t do the second showing.”
    “No, you’ve worked so hard. We’ll think—”
    Lucas eased from the room. His anger had evaporated with Cade’s, although the reverence and love coursing through him now was more unbearable.

Chapter 11
    “Hey, honey, how about that sweet ass of yours takes a little rest on Johnny’s knee?”
    Hey, Johnny, how about I cut off your balls and shove them in your nostrils? Kate forced a smile before facing the fat asshole. She leaned over, making sure to give pervy Johnny a good shot of her cleavage. “You know Bev gets pissed if I take a break. Are you trying to get me fired?” The sugary-sweet coo spewing from her mouth made her want to puke.
    While Johnny’s gaze was on her tits, she turned for the bar, managing to sidestep his grab for her, but not fast enough to avoid the hard slap his buddy walloped on her ass. The table filled with raucous laughter.
    “Fuckheads,” she muttered.
    “How ya doing?” Bev asked from behind the bar. The owner stirred a Long Island Ice Tea with one hand and poured gin into a tumbler with the other.
    Kate’s smile wasn’t forced this time. “Just fine, Bev. Tonight’s busy. It’s good.” The pay at Opulent was crap, but the tips, as long as she was willing to tolerate the Johnnies, were great. Which was good, because she still hadn’t found a second job, but if things kept up she might earn enough for a ticket to Chicago in two weeks. Three tops.
    The bar resided in a semi-upscale location, which was why the clientele equated sexual harassment to foreplay. Most of the Suits worked for Philly’s major corporations and brought in big money for the city. No one was going to say anything about a little grab and slap. Least of all her. Especially if they kept tipping large bills.
    Bev filled her order and Kate headed back onto the floor.
    At three a.m. Kate set the last chair on top of the table. It’d been a long night. Fat pockets allowed her to smile through the exhaustion. Plus she managed to evade Johnny’s lap. Though it was more than possible a red handprint had been imprinted on her left ass cheek.
    The Suits left two Benjamins on the table, so she’d grin and bear it, while rubbing cream on her butt.
    How much would Johnny tip if she actually sat on his knee? She shuddered as unwanted memories from her latest nightmare rose. A heavy body pushing her down. Shirt ripping. Skin on skin contact.
    “I think we’re done for the night.”
    Kate whirled, hands raised.
    Bev’s eyes widened.
    “Sorry. You scared me.”
    Her boss cocked her head. “You okay?”
    “Been a long night.”
    “Sure has.” She held out an envelope. “Here’s your pay for the week, hon.”
    “Thanks.” Kate didn’t mind working for Bev. The lady was hardnosed and didn’t put up with any crap from her workers. Kate approved. Only idiots gave second chances. If she ever said the Suits’ hands were uncomfortable Bev would move her to different section.
    “I already sent Tom and the other girls home. You get going, too. There’s nothing left to do.”
    “Sure. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kate walked out the front door. Once outside she crossed the dark street and slid into the shadows.
    Fifteen minutes later, Bev stepped out. She locked the door behind her before slipping into a black sports car.
    Kate waited another ten minutes, walked across the street, unlocked the front door, pushed it shut with her foot then turned off the alarm from the hidden panel on the wall. She’d watched Bev type the alarm code in one time.
    The bar’s safety lights were on and Kate made her way behind the counter. She squatted in front of the bottles of daiquiri mix and reached for her