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tonight."
    " Yeah, you are." I hear the smile in his voice and I roll my eyes. With Lex, if it's not about drugs, it's about sex. But I know that's just a front. He talks a big game, but he doesn't like sleeping alone, whether he'll admit it or not. I know him better than that. He always wants me to stay.
    "I'll see you tonight," and I hang up before he can respond.
     
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    I start wiping down the tables about twenty minutes before we're scheduled to close. I'm a little anxious to get out of here, even though I'm not looking forward to Remy's party tonight. I say I hate my job, but it's not too bad. I could think of worse things to do than waiting tables, and the people who come in are usually friendly, a lot of locals and regulars because it's such a small restaurant. And it pays the few bills that I have, and keeps me from going coke broke.
    I work during the weekday afternoons while Lex is hustling, mostly to keep my mind occupied so I don't go into fits worrying about him running the streets, and because I need the money, but I already explained that. Sunday nights I close the restaurant though, which makes me even more restless to get out of here. Closing nights are always the longest.
    The front door opens with the chime of the bells right as I glance at the clock on the wall. Ten minutes. Are these people serious?
    "We're closing up..." My sentence fades as I turn over my shoulder and see Tony with some of his boys. Great.
    "Sign outside says you don't close for ten minutes, baby...so how bout some service?" They pull two tables together, shuffling the chairs, making a mess of what I had just straightened up. Fucking assholes.
    Tony sits at the head of the table, slumping down in his chair, knees spread wide. "How's Lex ? He hangin' in there since almost all of his dope business is gone?" He sneers up at me, and I roll my eyes, biting the inside of my cheek.
    I lower my voice, "Tony, don't come in here and start talking about personal stuff, this is my job."
    "Oh, I thought your job was turnin' tricks. You know, to help your man out...gettin' him a little paper on the side." He eyes me up and down, raising a hand to stroke the back of my leg. I cringe as he touches me and I hear a few distant snickers from the boys at the table.
    "Lex has plenty of money," I toss the words as I turn to leave, slapping his hand away, but he reaches out to grab the back of my shirt, fisting it in his hand.
    "Whoa, whoa, whoa, baby...where you runnin' off to? Have a seat, stay a while."
    He pulls up a chair and gestures down to it with his dark eyes. And I know I don't have a choice. One false move and I'm fucked. Not only for me, but for Lex too. I sit, turning my body away from him, but he grabs the leg of my chair, pulling it a little closer to him.
    He runs a hand up my thigh slowly as he grinds his words out against my ear, his breath hot on my neck, "See that's not what I heard. I heard he's all bent outta shape from me swiping half of his customers. There's even talk about him tryin' to pay me back for it, tryin' to keep me high and dry out of the coke game. But you know what's gonna happen if he tries to fuck with me and my business right?" He reaches up to hold my chin with his fingers but I jerk my head away.
    He snaps. "I'm gonna fucking kill his ass. That ' s what's gonna happen!" He slaps the table with an open palm and I flinch.
    He inches in close to me again, and I sink back away from him, curling farther into myself as he speaks. But he reaches for the seat of my chair, right between my legs, sliding it even closer, his thumb reaching up and brushing me against the crotch of my shorts, slowly, deliberately. I feel disgusting as he touches me, ashamed that he has so much control. But I know deep in my gut that I can't stop him. Tony isn't the kinda guy that anyone should fuck with, especially not me.
    "You don't wanna see your little boyfriend dead in the