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off, but I keep cool, knowing that if I stick to the plan, everything will work out.
    It’s too late now. She would probably go run to the police, and I could never have her. She wouldn't believe a word of what I would tell her. And I can’t just walk away, because Heavy would send in someone else.
    The plan is in motion, and it will be perfect. It has to be or I’ll lose everything.
    Leaving the bank, I head over to Heavy’s strip club. It shouldn’t be too bad on a Friday during the day, but with the way he runs his shit, I’m sure it will be just as gross.
    Heavy texted me this morning after my incident with Nick. No doubt he wants to talk about it. He says this meeting is for everyone to finalize plans for Monday morning, but it’s directed at me. He wants to make sure I’ve secured Tessa, while making sure I’m not a threat.
    Heavy isn’t dumb; he knows something is going on, but I don’t think he’s figured out what my real goal is for this job.
    I send a text to Tessa as I pull up to the front of the club.
    Me: My cookie wasn’t half as sweet as your lips.
    Tessa: Thank you for getting me one, but I’ll have to take your word for it.
    Me: Trust me, little fox.
    Tessa: Stop making me blush!
    Me: Never. Get back to work, and think about where I’m taking you tonight.
    I slip my phone into my jeans and try to wipe the smile off my face as I get out of the car and head into the club.
    I walk through the double doors and make my way past the front bar and beyond the stage. There are a few girls dancing for a couple of guys. The loud music thumping through the room makes a knot form in my stomach, and I just keep reminding myself, only a few more days .
    As I open the door to the private room, I see Heavy sitting in one of the armchairs, getting sucked off by one of the strippers. Jesus, can I walk in here once without someone’s dick out?
    Two of his men are tag-teaming another dancer in the back corner, while two more play cards off to the side like nothing is happening.
    I stand there and cross my arms, waiting for this to end so we can get to business. At least this made the hard-on I’d had in my jeans since being with Tessa finally go away.
    As I scan the room, I see the bathroom door is open. Nick walks out, rubbing his nose, trying to wipe away the white powder. He looks at me and leers. He’s jealous of me and the fact that I don’t have to do any of this shit to do what I do. I may be a criminal, but I don’t have to be a piece of shit. Somehow the concept of breaking the law and still being somewhat a decent human being is incomprehensible to him.
    I raise my chin, letting him know I’m here and I’m waiting. Just then, Heavy grunts and holds the stripper’s head back while he cums on her face. The sight of his tiny dick getting off is embarrassing, but for some reason, he thinks this makes him look powerful.
    Needing to look away, I turn my body around and pull out my phone. A text from Tessa makes me warm inside and washes away some of the dirty filth surrounding me. When I read her text, though, my heart drops a little.
    Tessa: I can’t tonight. I’m sorry. I have plans already and can’t break them. Tomorrow?
    Me: You know how to keep a guy begging. You working tomorrow?
    Tessa: Nope. Off all day.
    Me: Then I want you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
    “That fat chick playing hard to get?”
    I turn around to see Nick leaning against the table as everybody finishes up with the strippers and sends them out of the room. He didn’t see my messages, so he must just assume she turned me down like she turned him down. I think it burns him that Tessa would never give him the time of day. He’ll take any hit at her to make himself feel better.
    I don’t respond; I just stare him down. It’s the fool in the room who speaks most often, and I’m going to let Nick prove to the group just what a fucking idiot he is. I take a seat at the table next to the guys playing cards and wait for Heavy