Surrender To Me

I huffed and lowered myself back to the floor in front of the couch. “You lost the right to tell me what to do when you barged in here, bloody and broken, and owing the richest man in California fifty grand.” I opened the gauze pack and Bactine and began to clean Hawk’s injuries. As I sponged the blood away from his face, I realized the wounds were mostly superficial. The bruising would be a bitch, though.

By the time I was done, Hawk was asleep-although fitfully-on my couch. I laid a light blanket over him, then dumped the used medical supplies into the trash in the kitchen. It was edging up to two o’clock in the morning, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep-not with the news of my brother’s troubles on my mind.

Marching into my bedroom, I changed into some jean shorts and threw on a tank top. I didn’t bother with a bra given that I didn’t intend to stay at The Dollhouse all that long. Going to see Rivera might be the worst decision I’d ever made, but it was also the only one I could make. After this, though, I swore my brother was on his own.

Sliding my bare feet into my Vans, I grabbed my car keys from the hook by the door and shut the apartment quietly behind me. Traffic was light as I drove to West Hollywood. Even in the dark, I could see the wealth and affluence of the people who lived here. We hadn’t always been poor. At one stage, my dad had a thriving printing business, but then he began to gamble. It was only small bets here and there to start with, but as soon as my mom died, he upped the stakes and spiraled into a pit that he had no hope of climbing out of. He died penniless, leaving Hawk and me to scrape and scramble our way through this life. Neither of us had gone to college. Neither of us had wanted to.

We’d grown up quickly, and survival was the name of the game.

The game had left Hawk bitter and stupid.

It left me cautious yet independent, stubborn, and fucking unwilling to be taken advantage of.

“Holy shit,” I muttered when I pulled up to the curb outside The Dollhouse. The entire building was at least three stories high, the red-brick industrial exterior making it look like it belonged somewhere down by the docks. There were no windows, no tacky neon signs-no signs at all. It was like it was just known as the premier gentlemen’s club in LA by sheer will alone.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

As I parked the car and shut off the engine, I had a brief moment of hesitation.

What the fuck was I doing here?

What did I hope to achieve?

Well, whatever it was going to achieve, I had no choice. Hawk had made sure of that.

Getting out of my car, I pulled down the legs of my shorts that had ridden up a little, shut the door, and locked the car. As I cast a glance at my early-model Toyota, I doubted anyone would try to boost it, but I also couldn’t afford to replace it. I walked up to the bouncer at the door, who stared at me like I was the wrong kind of person to walk in there.

“Dolls enter through the back,” he told me.

“Dolls? What? No, I’m here to talk to Bane Rivera.”

His eyes found mine again. “Dolls enter through the back.” His tone was sharp, and I bobbed my head because maybe this wasn’t going to be as bad as I thought it was. I ducked down Driveaway and ra beside the building, coming to a large steel door. The words STAFF ONLY were scrawled across it in block letters. Raising my fist, I knocked.

It opened with a buzz, and I stepped into what looked like a very long hallway. There were half a dozen doors on either side, but they were all unmarked. The low buzz of people talking and the seductive beat of throbbing music and drinks being poured filtered through from the door to my left, so I opened it and stepped into a room of black, gold, and dark red. A shiver tracked over me as I was hypnotized by the low lighting, the music, and the women dancing in their eight-inch pleasers on raised platforms. This place was pure sex.

Walking over to the bar, I caught a lingerie-clad woman’s attention and called her over.

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” she asked in a sexy drawl.

I almost ordered a drink, but then I remembered why I was there. “I need to speak to Bane

Rivera.”

The bartender jerked her chin up at a wall of glass hovering over the bar. “He’s in his office,” she said in a completely normal voice.

Well, I did not deserve the sex-kitten routine. Glancing around, I tried to find my way up there.

“Take the door tucked away around the end of the bar,” the same bartender said.

I nodded in thanks, finding the door and opening it. Butterflies turned into an all-out assault on my stomach, so I pressed my hand to the space just below my navel. I was nervous as fuck, but I had to do this. When I reached the six-foot by five-foot landing at the top of the stairs, I stared at the door and blew out a breath.

Fuck. It was now or never.

I knocked and prayed I could get my brother out of this.