Chapter Eight

Eva's POV

The tall brunette– who I assumed was their leader– stood before me, a smirk still playing on her lips. From the corner of my eyes, I could see the other women in the room waiting for whatever drama was going to happen.

A lot of them just try to push their luck on whether one could be bossed around which is probably what happened in here to have this foul mouth stand up to me.

I wanted to scoff but I knew it might betray me.

I stepped forward, my heels clicking against the polished floor, and let my eyes slowly sweep across the room a bit dramatic if I would ask myself. “Let's get one thing straight.” My voice was calm but I made sure there was a sharp edge to it, showing I was serious. “I don't care if you like me. I don't care what you think. But what I do care about is the club running smoothly because my husband put me in charge. And that means all of you will do you job whether you like it or not.”

A scoff. Someone muttering under their breath. I ignored it. I didn't care what they had to say while this adrenaline to speak up without crashing is still running through me.

I turned to the brunette, meeting her gave head on. “And as for you,” I mused, tilting my head. “What is your name?”

She arched a brow, clearly unimpressed. “Cathy.”

I nodded, filling the name away. “Right, Cathy. You seem to have a lot of opinion about me. But let's not forget something– you sell a fantasy here, don't you? You keep men entertained, keep them spending. That's your job.” I stepped closer, lowing my voice dangerously as adrenaline rushed through my body. “So why not save that energy and do a better job at paying your bills and maybe generating more income while you're at it.”

A few other women chuckled that the smile on Cathy's face was off in an instant and it felt really satisfying. I could see the side of her mouth twitch as if she wanted to say a word, she wanted to strike back.

“You don't have to respect me but you listen to me. A lowly pet omega being around the man you so desperately want.” I chuckled, reaching out to adjust her robes ever so gently and tenderly. “You hating on me doesn't change the fact that I'm now in charge of your pay.”

There were more murmurs in the room.

I straightened, stepping back. Now I got their attention. “I've gone through your files and it's not as pleasing as it should be. I'd suggest you do you job well or we can find some replacement. I doubt it'll be that hard.”

Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and walked away, not daring to show the way my heart pounded so hard. I thought it might burst out of my chest.

I didn't want to take it all that far with my words but I didn't have a choice. I watched this in movies so I wouldn't know better.

The moment I stepped out into the hallway, I let out a shaky breath, pressing a hand against the cool wall. My fingers tremble slightly, the adrenaline still racing through me.

That took a lot out of me. I wasn't used to standing up for myself but I knew if I let this high class people walk over me like I'm a piece of trash, I won't get to pay up my debt in peace which is the last thing I want. I just wanted this to go as smoothly as possible.

I sucked in a deep breath, patting my cheeks, giving myself a little moviational talks. “You can do it, Evangeline. I believe in you. If no one believes in you, I believe in you.”

Pushing myself forward, I soon got to a floor filled with muffled sounds of cheers and loud bets being placed. The unmistakable roar of the crowd leading me to another part of the club– the fighting ring.

I had heard about it earlier when going through the financials. It was another form of gambling for Dominic’s business– one of the most profitable. Fights were held in this chain of his deep business, brutal and raw, and men placed crazy amounts of money on the outcomes. I couldn't possibly count all the zeros at once from the records I've gone through.

What do these people see in these things in the first place?

As I stepped into the room, I instantly shielded my nose with a handkerchief. The place reeked with pheromones mixed with sweat and expensive cigars scent. Why do they always have to flaunt their pheromones over everything? A large caged ring stood at the center, surrounded by men waving their cards to get themselves in on the bet.

It was noisy, so I decided to head up to the VIP room. It would definitely be less noiser in there.

“Oh, I never expected to see you here so soon.”

I turned to see Leo– Dominic's best friend– grinning from his seat in the VIP room near the ring. “Come watch. Bet with us. Just a few thousand bucks.”

I hesitated. “I don't have any money.”

Leo smirked. “Then just watch. It's fun either way.”

I was about to decline when I felt it.

A warm, dark and commanding presence pressing in from behind me. Before I could react, Dominic's arm slid ont my waist. It was firm but in a casual way as if it was a norms between us.

He leaned in, his chin resting on my shoulder, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear as he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “I’ll lend you money to bet, wifey.”

A slow, dangerous smirk curled on his lips as I turned my head slightly to look at him. His ember eyes were unreadable, but there was an amused spark in it. Maybe by the fact that I decided the sit and watch.

And I noticed the way he placed his face near mine every time. I didn't know why it made…

“What do you say, wifey?”

…my stomach flipped.

The logical part in me screamed not to do it. It move away from him, that I shouldn't let him affect me.

But the warmth of his breath against my skin, the way his voice wrapped around me so tenderly. It was dangerou

s and I knew it was.

This man was extremely dangerous.