Ten minutes before closing time, the DJ announced that it was time to head home. Noah stayed sober enough to get his bike home and to take Sapphire out for dinner tonight. This meant I didn’t have to drag his junk ass from the bar and force him to ride b***h while I tried to figure out how to tell the girls the dinner wasn't going to happen.
I figured things would have been better had we not run into our little rogue, but I have to figure out what she is doing here and why she didn’t try to get in with one of the surrounding packs. She is too young to be out here working as a stripper. Not to mention working the streets when she doesn’t make enough to pay the owner. Part of me wants to drag her ass home and strap her to the bed to keep her there, and part of me wants to rip the club owner
