Wounded Love (G Street Chronicles Presents From Love to Loathe Series)
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Authors: Phoenix Rayne
From Love to Loath Series Part 1
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WOUNDED LOVE
“From Love to Loathe Series”
by
Phoenix Rayne
Copyright 2014 Phoenix Rayne
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From Love to Loath Series Part 1
Chapter 1
The New Cricket
T
he smell of cigarettes, cigars, vomit, and brown liquor lingered in the air. Today was my first day back from a ninety-day vacation. Cinnamon and Sugar had done a great job; so good in fact that we decided to keep Sugar on fulltime. We were a bunch of rejects though; Cinnamon was a mixed breed of some sort. She told me last October that she wasn’t sure what she was mixed with. Sugar knew her parents, but she tried to drink the memory of them away nightly. And I was the crème de la crème of fucked. I did not know my birth parents, my real name, or my real birth date. When I was little, my big sister, Chyna, asked me what my favorite day of the year was, and I picked Valentine’s Day. I told her that women always got sparkly things on that day. So, she decided my birthday would be on Valentine’s Day.
I thought of the very first day I met Troy and Trey as I walked to the Cash Box. Chyna had just broken up with one of her councilmen, and we were moving out of one of his condos that he kept a secret from his wife. Chyna and Chelle were loading up the car and I was a block away picking up our lunch. The first time I saw Troy and Trey they were on the corner that I had just turned. Trey approached me first, trying his best to be suave.
“Hey, beautiful girl, do you want to come to my show tonight?” A guy said as he jogged up to me. He had light brown skin and curly hair. He wore jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket.
“No.”
“I put on a real good show, girl,” he told me as he handed me a flyer. I held the flyer with my empty hand.
“Hey, let me get them bags for you, beautiful girl,” he said, reaching for the bags in my hand. I moved them all to the arm farthest from him.
“That’s alright, I’m good.”
“Dang, you cold as hell.”
“No, actually hell is hot and it’s cold out here.”
“You’re mean too!”
“Trey, leave that girl alone; she’s not interested.”
“Thank you, he doesn’t seem to catch a hint,” I called back to the other guy.
“Can’t you see she’s too classy for us and she’s out of our league?” Troy asked Trey.
It was obvious Troy had schooled Trey on what to say. All of his words seemed rehearsed. He stopped following me and I turned the last corner. When I reached Chyna, she was still loading the car. She turned to face me and I handed her one of the bags.
“Cric-kat, what did I tell you about bringing strays home?” Chyna had been calling me Cric-kat for as long as I could remember. She told me that’s how I used to say my name when I was little, and it just kind of stuck. I turned around and there were two, almost identical boys, standing right behind me; starring at the both of us. Chyna liked Troy instantly; we went to their show that night, and we started working at the club the next day.
I walked to the cash cage and Misty gave me my nightly dosage. “Good luck, honey,” she said with a smile.
I walked over to the roulette tables and noticed Troy staring at the black tables. As I glanced around the room, I saw my mark. He was a short, paunchy something, wearing a white suit with bright red shoes. I could tell instantly that he was a tit man. The waitress couldn’t get away from him fast enough. I smiled at her, and she shook her head as she walked past.
“Good luck with that one,” she breathed.
When Troy made eye contact with me, he seemed to have relaxed a little. I winked at him, and he nodded as I walked over to the table and stood across from pudgy. I looked to my left and then made a show of looking toward the right.
“DAMN!” he said, gawking at me. I giggled and started walking away from the table slowly.
“Wait, wait, where you going?” he called out. I stopped and turned back to him. He waved for me to come and sit next to him.
“You sit right here, sweet thang, and give Uncle Ben some good luck.”
I sat down, and the twins came all the way to the stage. He stared, licked his lips, and cleared his throat. I crossed my legs and let the slit in my dress rise under the table. Then I pressed my inner thigh on his package and I felt a very small lump. He lost it then; he pulled out a hundred dollar bill and slid it between the twins. I giggled and pressed up against him even more. My leg slid up and down the inseam of his pants, and he grunted. I quickly pulled my leg back; I didn’t want any of that on me. I quickly stood, smoothed out my dress and walked away. As I walked past Troy, he nodded and I smiled at him.
I made three more rounds through the casino and then took a break. I went to Lecrux, one of the three restaurants in the casino. They had the best wine selection there. I sat down, and Dax brought me a glass and filled it with a Pinot. I took one sip, and Cinnamon sat down across from me.
“Hey there, you looking for some company tonight?” she said with a smirk.
“I got a warm place you can put them cold hands,” I replied with a grin.
“Mondays suck!”
I nodded and took another sip. “Especially if it’s your birthday.”
Cinnamon smiled wide and started singing to me an octave way too high for her. The entire wait staff at Lecrux was now at my table singing, “Happy Birthday” to me. Chef Seal set down a perfectly round, saucer-sized slice of red velvet cake with crème cheese frosting. I thanked them all and gave Chef Seal a kiss on his cheek. I ate my slice in peace while Cinnamon played with her smart phone.
When I looked up, Trey stood next to me and asked if he could have a seat. I scooted over and ignored Cinnamon; that was our code for her to stay right where she was. Trey leaned in and kissed me on my mouth. I could taste the liquor on his tongue and knew it was going to be one of
those
nights.
“I missed you, baby,” he said.
“I missed you too,” I lied.