A Dancer

Katie's POV

"Thank you," I made sure to fill my voice with enough gratitude as I looked at Cephus. I never thought he would come to save me.

He looked pissed, "I can't have damaged goods working in my club now, can I?" His reply made me shiver.

"Is that all you think of me? A good to be used to bring in profit for yourself?" I was on the verge of crying, but his emotions were shut off that I could barely get a read. One thing was for sure though, he meant every word.

"Get back to making me money, pet," He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me out of the room into the dance floor where I can continue shaking my ass off to strangers that get off of it.

I felt disgusted with myself as I danced for the men and women in the club. The way they looked at me, like I was nothing more than a piece of meat, made my skin crawl. But I had no choice. Cephus owned me now, and I was at his mercy.

As I danced, I caught a glimpse of a man in the corner of the room. He was watching me intently, but there wa