Chapter 12

Remy

Most guys, no matter what their age, would kill to be where I am right now. In the middle of a strip club. But I have to admit, working at Wet Wanda's is one of my least favorite jobs for the club. I hate the way men with wedding rings come in and throw money their families probably need at scantily clad women. I wonder, what do their wives think about them being here? Do they have little kids at home waiting for Daddy to walk through the front door?

At the same time, I realize a lot of that is my damage; how I sat at the door waiting for my dad to show up, and how he rarely did. When he did, it was never good.

"How's it going?"

I glance over my shoulder, seeing Tatum's brother walking over to stand beside me. Drew's got a couple inches on me, but I've bulked up in the past year. There was a time when I would have been intimidated by him standing next to me. I'm not that guy anymore.

"Ready to get the fuck outta here," I admit, blowing out a breath. "It's been a long day