Snakebite Lullaby

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-4874-3662-9

Page :240

Word Count :74813

Publication Date :2022-07-29

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Available Formats : Snakebite Lullaby epub , Snakebite Lullaby (mobi) , Snakebite Lullaby (prc) , Snakebite Lullaby (pdf)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Romantic Suspense and Mystery

Product Code: 978-1-4874-3662-9

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Exotic dancer Kitty Cash is trying to adopt the child she used to babysit. She's swept off her feet by fallen mafia prince, Rockwell DiMarco. He offers her a job she never could have expected. Now she’s thrust into a world of beautiful men, opulence, mystery, and crime.

Kitty Cash is an exotic dancer fighting to foster the pre-teen she babysat as a child, living in Miami above her ex-boyfriend’s tattoo parlor, working at a gentlemen’s club, with little resources. That is, until the night she meets fallen mafia king Rockwell DiMarco. He kills a man for touching her before they’ve even met. He offers her a job she never could have expected. Now she’s thrust into a world of beautiful men, opulence, mystery, and crime. Someone is after her, her found-family in her ex-boyfriend is on shaky ground, and Rockwell is demanding she be his. But secrets lurk around every corner just waiting to strike. If Kitty isn’t careful, she’ll be snakebit.

The music faded into the background as I shot a look towards the bar. Empty. The intense looking man and his friend were gone. Something like relief and disappointment swirled in my throat. Something told me it was for the best. Men that looked that good and wild all at once were always trouble. An intriguing sort of trouble, but bad news none the less.

The barely half dozen pairs of eyes in the place were anywhere but on me on this slow night. After that annoying encounter, I needed a break. Hopping off the stage, I wandered over to the bar. “My usual melted snowman and make it a double.” I leaned on the cool bar.

Tiff rolled her eyes playfully and slid a glass of water over. “That was a lot of excitement for a Tuesday night. You doing okay?”

Taking a gulp I nodded, though my eyes lingered on the empty bar seat. “I’m fine. Hey, do you know who that big dude in the suit was earlier?”

Tiff knew just about everybody who came in. She’d worked here for over five years and was the best bartender I’d ever met. The woman could mix a cocktail while pouring two beers. Sometimes men would get distracted watching her while we were dancing. Her sable complexion shimmered under the neon lights, while her long multi-colored braids cascaded down the back of her crop top. Bruce, the owner, used to beg her to dance before he realized she made just as much if not more at the bar.

She shook her head, pouring a glass of water for herself. “Scary-looking motherfucker. Never seen him before. Nice enough though, polite, left a huge tip. Why?”

My shoulders shrugged. “Just wondering—”

“Kitty Cash, I know you weren’t causing trouble again, right?”

Wincing, I turned around and pasted on a fake-as-fuck smile. “Nope, nothing out of the ordinary,” I tossed my pink hair over my shoulder, ensuring my earbuds were covered. “So, Bruce, it’s a slow night... Let me ride Lyra?”

Our pot-bellied boss shook his bald head. “That shit needs to start making money first.”

“How can it make money if you never let me do it? Come on, let me headline one Friday night and I’ll show you.” Poking out my bottom lip, I blinked my false lashes while Tiff chuckled.

“She’s good, Brucey. You should let her. It’s just sitting there, and she’s the only one who knows how to use it.”

Bruce waved his hand in dismissal as he hoisted his short frame up onto a barstool. “Knock yourself out.”

Clapping my hands in delight, I mouthed a quick thank you to Tiff before scurrying over to my favorite corner stage. Stepping up and seeing Lyra relaxed my shoulders as a deep cleansing breath washed through me. Unlike when I saw the pole. That slab of silver was dead, lifeless, a lifeline I didn’t particularly enjoy. But the aerial hoop? She was alive, pulsating and fluttering like a hawk waiting to dive off its branch. Crazy In Love by Beyoncé hummed into the club as I gripped the hoop.

With a hop of my heel, I lifted, and we took flight. My body moved without thought and all my thoughts evaporated. Leaning back, I let my hair cyclone upside down like a pink tornado as my ample thighs held me to Lyra. Dancing in a club was never my plan when I fell in love with aerial arts in high school, but when I saw the hoop, I knew this was the place for me. Even if Mystique Gentlemen’s Club wasn’t as swanky as most strip joints in Miami—it was relatively down to earth—I got to work with my best friend, and the money was decent. Although lately, the money wasn’t nearly enough for what I needed to accomplish. That was a problem for another day.

Pulling up with my abs, I knelt inside the swaying circle, smiling slightly at pulling off that move. That’s when my gaze caught onto someone else’s... again.

The tattooed man in the suit stood at the edge of the stage with his hands in his pockets. How long had he been watching? The hard line of his jaw tensed when I noticed him. Heat rushed to my cheeks and my breathing picked up, and not from the physical excursion of my routine. My elbows wobbled as I pulled myself up to sitting. Still spinning, I planned to slow and get down. For some reason the urge to speak to him was like a magnet pulling me towards this dark, brooding mystery. Now that he was closer, I noticed a scar over his right eye. It paled slightly in comparison to his left eye. Was he partially blind? It was hard to decipher while, you know, twirling. He looked too big for this club. Too rich, too dangerous. Where most women would feel justified fright, I only felt intrigue. My man-meter was fucked up, obviously.

Options for how I’d open a conversation darted through my mind as the spinning hoop slowed and I inched down, head dizzy. When my heels clipped to the ground and my vision cleared, he was gone. My heart sank in confusion. Did he not like my routine? I glanced around the club and other dancers to see if he was still around, but he was nowhere in sight. With a sigh, I straightened, and had almost walked to the breakroom when something on the edge of the stage caught my eye. Kneeling right where the man was standing, I gasped as I picked up the thick wad of cash secured by a rubber band. It was a shocking amount of money, but just as police sirens began to override the music thumping through the bass, a bullet of fear shot through my throat from what sat on top of the cash.

Gold metal cooled in my palm as I held it, recognizing the ruby red glint immediately. The gold ring of the man who had grabbed me sat like a weight in my hand and chilled my blood.