Battle Scars by Camilla Porter

Author:Camilla Porter [Porter, Camilla]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2019-08-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Earlier that night…

Raquel:

I can't believe she did that. Why did she have to make it personal? I was okay with just fucking her, but I couldn’t afford for lines to blur even if I wanted them too. I guess it was my fault for leading her on. I should have just charged her for the night and then things wouldn't have gotten so messy. But it didn't feel right. Even though I barely knew her, she didn't feel like a client. She felt like something more. And I wanted her so I couldn't take her money in good conscience.

"Fuck," I mutter as I open my hotel door.

"Fuck. Fuck is what you do for a living my queen."

His voice sent chills down my spine as he spoke slowly with an eerie calmness.

"Jerome! Jesus Christ! You scared the shit out of me! I thought you were out of town?" I ask trying to seem unaffected by his quiet menace. He's tall with big muscular arms, pale skin, and covered in tattoos. His features would be handsome if he didn't have a cruel streak a mile long. He sits on my recliner with his large hands on his thighs, and he has a smirk on his face that makes my blood run cold.

"Out of town? I was out of town. That was until I got a call from a client that was quite upset that ‘Gypsy’ didn't show."

"Fuck. I forgot, Jerome. I swear."

"That's okay, baby. We all make mistakes sometimes."

He gets up and walks over to me and touches his hand to my cheek. I try to smile and pretend that I'm not afraid of him.

"But that was a ten-thousand dollar fucking mistake, Raquel."

He grabs me by my hair on the back of my head and yanks me down.

"Now tell me: where in the fuck were you tonight?"

"I was out. With a friend. I swear to God, Jerome!"

My eyes burn with tears from the pain, but I refuse to let him see me cry.

"What friend?"

"Jenna!"

"And who told you to go out? What did I tell you before I left?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal. You let me before."

"You're right, " he says loosening his grip on my hair. "But that's not what I asked you. I asked you what the fuck did I tell you before I left?" He grabs my hair and wraps it around his fist, yanking hard.

"I'm sorry Jerry!" I use his nickname to remind him how close we are. That I am his favorite.

"I fucking asked you a question?"

But it has no effect on him, and he tightens his grip.

"I'm sorry Jerome! I just - ... "

"You just what? You're a fucking liar, Lena. Travis saw you leave with that blonde bitch you've been meeting with on Wednesdays. How much did you charge her? You making money on the side and not sharing with me? After all that I've done for you? You know what the consequences for that are Raquel?"

He pulls a knife from his back pocket and holds it next to my cheek, and I wince as it bites into my skin.

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