Page 29 of Archer (Dirty Misfits MC 3)
The man chuckled. “Just shake that ass, rake in the money, and pay us our share. You’ll be good if you do those two things.”
“Beautiful, he didn’t even recognize you,” Tanner said in my ear.
But when I rounded the corner to get into the dressing room, that shit was a different story.
The girls gasped and I quickly shook my head as I closed the door behind me. They all rolled their lips over their teeth and I sighed with relief, thankful that I had made it at least this far. The girls all looked at me as if I had lost my mind, and I walked over to the lockers that had been designated for all of us.
“Remember, don’t use yours. Use the one for the new girls,” Cole reminded me.
I shifted down to the end of the lockers and placed my stuff inside, thankful to have someone in my ear feeding me all of this shit.
Then, Summer approached me. “What’s with the get-up?”
“Fuck,” Cole murmured.
I peered over my shoulder. “I can’t say, but what I need you to do is keep it on the down-low that you know who I am. All right?”
She narrowed her eyes. “Why?”
I closed my locker and turned to face her. “Because all of our lives depend on it.”
The girls gathered around me, ogling me as Summer grimaced. She gave me the one-two a few times, and part of me wondered if she was going to blow my cover just to get in good with the new owners. But when she drew in a deep breath, she relented and nodded her head.
“That’s fine with me. I hate these guys already anyway. What gives with them?” she asked.
I breathed a sigh of relief. “I’ll explain it all once it’s over. All you guys have to do is act like you don’t really know me. That’s all. Okay?”
The girls nodded their small sea of heads and the guys congratulated me in my ear. But the worst was only beginning.
Especially when another black-leather-jacket-wearing-asshole charged through the dressing room door.
“Hey! New girl!”
He whistled at me and the girls parted, giving me a clear shot of the man standing at the other side of the room.
“Yeah?” I asked.
He walked toward me and narrowed his eyes. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
Porter’s voice sounded in my ear. “On my mark.”
I cleared my throat. “You might. I get around a bit.”
The guy grinned. “I’m sure you do, sexy.”
I hated the way he clocked me with his eyes, but if I could distract him with that then it put less of his eyes on my face. And with my gut already locked up with Summer noticing me, the last thing I needed was for one of these jerk-offs to recognize me, too.
“You, uh, got any plans after tonight?” he asked.
I quirked an eyebrow. “I thought places like this had a ‘no dating’ policy?”
He chuckled and bit his lip. “We aren’t like most places, sweet cheeks.”
You got that right. “Why don’t we see how much time you can get me on that stage tonight, and then we can talk?”
His eyebrows rose. “Sexy, and a hustler. I respect it. All right, babe, I’ll see what I can do. But if I do you a favor, those legs of yours will do my hips a favor, if you get what I’m saying.”
“Jesus,” Brooks groaned.
But I put on my best smile. “Maybe you’ll have to show me what you mean later, if you catch my drift.”
The man clapped his hands. “All right, ladies. The hell are you staring at? Get back to work!”
Summer scoffed. “Work ain’t work for another hour.”
The man shot back at her. “Then, I suggest you take the whole time to change how you look if you expect us to make any money tonight, got it?”
Tanner hissed in my ear. “What a fucknugget.”
I bit down onto my tongue to keep from laughing as the guy strode out of the room. And when he slammed the door behind him, Summer turned toward me.
“I don’t know what the hell you doin’, but do it well. You got that?”
I winked at her. “You know how I roll, Summer.”
She smiled. “Fuck it up hard, mama.”
And I intended to do just that.
Thirteen
Archer
I paced back and forth on the back deck of my home. I hoped that the sun setting over the ocean and the lapping of the waves would help me feel better about things, but it only served to remind me of where Josie really was. My head fell back with groans as I fought off urges to blow the guys up for some kind of update.
Had they gotten there okay?
Did Josie get into the club?
Had she been hassled yet?
I pulled my phone out and called Tanner, unable to resist any longer. And when he picked up the phone, he had my update at the ready.
