Chapter Seven-Maria

A week passed since the incident at the Den, and I’m no closer to understanding how everything changed so fast.

The Den’s security guards offer me a wide berth, and it’s bizarre. I’ve worked here for months, and I’m on a first name basis with everyone.

But no one will talk to me now.

And it makes me feel strange.

Luc hasn’t touched me since that incredible lip lock in his office. But he did explain some things.

It seems Vipers have rules.

His beating the shit out of that drunk guy was a big deal. It means I’m his now.

But that’s the thing.

I don’t know exactly what being his means.

My heart stutters inside my chest as I put my purse in the safe behind the bar.

I bite my lip and flip my flat-ironed hair behind my shoulders.

It’s supposed to rain tonight, and I shouldn’t have bothered, but I am so used to donning this costume, it’s simply routine.

“Hey Maria, got a request?” Randy, one of the local DJs we have on our Friday night rotation asks me.