Cane's Dominance (Devils Riot MC: Originals Book 9)

calm down and tell us who would take your daughter and kill the babysitter.”
“It’s not your problem,” she protests.
“It’s our problem since you work for the club,” Victoria speaks up, gaining Parkers attention. “I get you’re upset but let us help you. I screwed up a couple weeks ago by hurting a friend of mine, I’m not about to let it happen again to someone else I’d like to be friends with.”
I knew she still felt like a complete bitch, same as Luna, for how they treated Harley. I get it’s due to them being hurt by her for shutting them out. They didn’t know what was going on and it pissed them off. Women can be funny sometimes and if it wasn’t for Rachel and the ol’ ladies from Twister’s club coming up and lighting a fire under their asses, they’d still be feeling that anger.
Now though, Victoria has been trying to rectify how she acted. I heard her the other day speaking with Harley. They didn’t know anyone was around them and this was a big deal for Harley since she has a hard time being around other women due to everything she’s endured in the past several years. Victoria explained how she felt and how her not telling her anything triggered some very bad memories of lies and deception for her. In the end Harley forgave her but I knew she’d still be timid around the woman. Victoria is a woman on her own level, which is why she’s the manager here at Dolly’s Playhouse.
“Victoria, thank you for wanting to help me. I really appreciate it, I do. But I can’t ask you for help. You’ve already given me a job when I needed it. So, I’ll handle the rest of this alone. I promise everything will be okay in the end,” Parker murmurs, tears rolling down her face. Without delay she quickly skirts around me, opens the door, and rushes out of the office.
Again, I allow her this. Mainly so she can go get dressed. I’m not about to let her leave this building without me.
Parker isn’t in this alone anymore. She wants to think that, go right ahead but I’m not about to let it stand.
Fuck that. I’ve watched her for months now without her knowing she’s being looked after. It’s time she figured it out.

Chapter Three
Parker
Rushing out of the office, I make a beeline for the back exit rather than changing my clothes. I don’t have time for any of that. I stop long enough to remove my stripper heels and toss them to the ground, not worried about whether or not I’ll need them. I run as fast as possible staying to the shadows, I don’t need to be seen in my robe with nothing on underneath but a G-string thong.
I run past my apartment building and stop at my brother’s main bitch’s house. I hate her but I know she’ll be strung out enough to not know I’m there. I need clothes and shoes of some sort.
I don’t bother knocking on her door. She wouldn’t have heard me anyway with how loud her music is. I open the door and step inside letting it slam behind me. Glancing into the living room, a shiver washes through me at the sight. Gross. Cherry and Peaches going at it with five different dudes watching them. They’re so consumed in the show they don’t see me.
Thank God.
I make my way to Cherry’s room and quickly grab a pair of new leggings still with the tag on them. This is good news for me. It means I don’t have to wear anything she’s already had stink snatch covered in. I also find a tank top and zip up jacket. I grab them both and don them.
Not wanting to see the scene playing out in the living room, I decide to go out the back door. It’s good all of them were high as a kite on whatever they’d been given. This gives me the chance to get what I need and get gone.
With clothes covering my body now, I begin to run the rest of the way to my brother’s. I can’t believe he’s done this to me. I’ve been paying him every night like he ordered me to. Why now did he kill my babysitter? An elderly woman who watches my daughter.
I run for a good five minutes until I get to his place. Unlike Cherry’s his place isn’t loud or trashy looking. He lives in a nice place with a brand-new car.
Making my way to the front door, I try to ignore the men sitting on my brother’s porch. The lewd comments they make are nothing I haven’t heard before.
I open the door and step inside. My daughter’s cries come from somewhere inside. I rush through the house to find her sitting in some whore’s lap in my brother’s office.
“Give me my daughter,” I demand, storming over to the bitch who all but throws my daughter at me.
“Take the whining cunt, she’s giving me a headache with all her screaming,” the whore sneers.
If I didn’t have my daughter wrapped in my arms, I’d slap her in the face for her comment. Instead, I glare in her direction as she makes her way out of my brother’s office.
“Guess you got my message I wanted to see you,” Warren, my brother, cackles. Everyone else calls him by his nickname but he’ll never be that to me. I only see him as the brother who went from being nice and protective of me to being a giant, money hungry dick who wants nothing more than to bleed me dry as punishment for not being in on the plan with him.
“Why would you kill Mrs. Martinez?” I ask, tightening my hold around Piper. “And why take Piper? I’ve done as you asked.”
“You have, I know. But I’m changing the stipulations of that. You see. I’m moving you and your brat back home. This means