Widow's Dirty Harem | 18+

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Chapter 1

Ruby

I t's 7AM on a drizzly Wednesday morning when I walk into my Black Widow bar and nightclub. The six-inch heels of my patent black Christian Louboutins clack on the hardwood floor as I make my way, briefcase in hand, Coach purse slung over my shoulder across the walkway to my office. Sylvie is mopping the gross 'stick' off the floor from spilt beers and God only knows what else, the acrid smell of cleaner hitting my nose as I progress further into the depths of the darkened building. The black wall makes it even dimmer, an ambience that I prefer to brighter colors.

My two Doormen, Ramsey and Benn are sitting at the bar, having a drink after wrapping up work for the night. They are having yet another discussion of who the best English football team in Manchester is.

"Hey, Boss!" Ramsey calls over, spotting me instantly. He gives me a thorough, undisguised once-over, even though he knows I'm off limits. My tight black dress skims my curves nicely, the black overcoat needed for the Manchester rain is hanging open and is expensive and well cut. I only ever wear two colors. Black for every day and red for nighttime.

Ramsey's eyes meet mine, filled with a raw lust which he quickly squashes. He is gorgeous. Six-five and built like a brick shithouse. Short dark hair and eyes to match, not many are fool enough, even piss drunk to take him on. "You're the decider, Boss. United or City?" he says, his tone dark and low.

Flicking my long black hair over my shoulder, I grin at him, ignoring the undertone. "There's no choice. United all the way."

Benn groans, closing his bright blue eyes and shaking his blond head. "Oh, lass," he says, his Scottish accent sending a tingle down my spine. "You are so wrong."

I laugh and protest. "I've got nothing against City. Pep's got himself a cracking team, but my heart belongs to United," I say and wave them off. "Now get gone. It's way past closing."

They both stand up, Benn only a tiny bit shorter than Ramsey but just as wide and they head off. I turn and stalk to my office, meeting my assistant, David on the way.

He gives me a bright smile and also gives me a once-over, but this is purely for fashion's sake. He is as gay as I am straight, and I adore him. "You are fabulous, Ruby Bellingham," he says and then hands me a mug of steaming black coffee. "Widow's brew, just for you," he sings.

"You're a prince among men," I practically pant and snatch it off him. It's hot and dark and my first sip slides down my throat like honey.

"Consider it a birthday gift. Commute a bitch?" he commiserates.

"You know it," I growl, wishing I didn't live so far out of the city. The traffic is a fucking nightmare. I narrow my eyes. "How did you know?"

He nods in agreement and then shrugs it off. "I know everything," he replies. "Don't forget your parents are ringing in about half an hour," he reminds me. "Don't be late. The time difference is an arsehole."

"It's only five hours to New York," I remind him. "And it's calling, not ringing."

"You live in England, you say ringing," he chides me, which is a regular occurrence. I grew up in New York and only moved here five years ago when I was twenty-one. I owe my parents everything. All four of them. Yeah, my mom has three husbands. I know Rex is my bio dad, but I love Lachlan and Alex as if they were my blood. My mom runs her own empire back in the States and lent me the money to get started out here. I paid them back within a year and now own five successful legit nightclubs and three not so lawful casinos. That's where my real money and power come from.

"BT-dubs...you need to head downstairs," David says.

I frown at him and stop in the middle of the corridor outside my office. "Why?"

"A game ran on. Beth can't get them out. She needs help."

"Fuck sake," I growl. "They know better than this and where the fuck is Tony?" I shove my briefcase and handbag at him and rip off my coat, throwing that onto the pile loaded in his arms.

"He clocked out at five," David says in disgust at the asshole who abandoned his post.

"Are you joking?" I snarl, beyond pissed off. "He just left Beth down there? Why didn't you call me sooner?"

David nods glumly. "I did!" he protests. "About fifty times."

"What?" I mutter and reach over to pull my phone out of my pocket. Dead. "Fuck! David! I forgot to charge it. Shit."

"Didn't want to recruit the legit squad unless it was absolutely necessary. They're just parked, nothing too raucous."

"Yeah, I hear you," I murmur. Ramsey and Benn don't know about the underground casino, and I'd like to keep it that way.

"I'll sort this," I growl.

"Go get 'em, tiger," he drawls in a fake American accent.

I grimace at him, but he pays me no mind and saunters off to dump my stuff in my office. I turn and head further down the corridor, right to the end where it seemingly stops. As a necessary precaution, I glance over my shoulder, but there is no one there. I find the button which operates the sliding door, hidden in a knot in the wood paneling and press it. I stalk through and close the door, marching down the stairs as quickly as my heels will allow me to.

"Boys," I purr, sugarcoating my anger. "You know the rules...out by five."

"Ruby-roo!" a large, ugly man shouts at me. "Stakes are too high, babe. No one leaves until I've won all my money back."

I scowl at him. "Jake," I snap, walking over quickly to the poker table, where four other players are slumped over, desperate to get out of here. No one has made a move though, because Jake is one of Manchester's biggest gangsters and will kill anyone who even looks at him wrong. He doesn't scare me though. Not even close. "Pack it up now. Rules are rules for a reason, fuckface."

"Ouch," he chortles, his big fat face jiggling. "How about you come over here and fuck my face with that sweet pussy of yours."

"You wish," I snort, suppressing my shudder of disgust. I'd rather fuck a frog. Standing in between him and the quiet fellow parked next to him, his pudgy eyes land on my chest and I resist the urge to cross my arms over my fairly ample breasts. "Now pack it up."

"No one leaves until I've won my money back," Jake says in a tone that he is probably used to people obeying. Not me, though. Fuck that. I'm about to start sweeping the table clear, when his fat hand slips under my dress and lands on my thigh. He gets as far as trailing it upwards a few millimeters before I stop him. I hike up the other side of my dress and pull out the switch blade I always carry strapped in a thigh-holster. I bring my hand with the blade up to his neck and flick the switch. The steel snaps out against his throat and the room goes quiet.

"Remove your hand before I do it for you," I say quietly, calmly.

"Whoa," he says, taking his hand back and holding it up with the other one. "Calm your tits, sweetheart. It's just a bit of fun."

"Pack your shit up and get out of my casino," I say in the same steady tone as before.

He now knows I mean business and relents, finally. "No need to get all hormonal," he grouses, which enrages me to the point where if Beth hadn't been hovering on the other side of the table, I'd have stabbed him in the heart for being a chauvinistic pig. With a white-knuckled grip on the handle of the knife, I lower it slowly and flick the blade back in. I cast my steely green-eyed gaze at the four other members of this underground poker game and say, "If any of you stay past five again, you are banned, got it?"

"Yes, ma'am," they all mutter under their breaths, relieved to be set free from Jake's menace.

"You're such a bitch," Jake mutters, hauling his enormous frame out of the creaking chair.

"If you find my company so unpleasant, don't bother coming back," I retort, slipping the knife back into the holster. "Get outside and dissipate like fucking ghosts."

I fold my arms and watch them head towards the back door which leads out into the dingy alley at the back of the nightclub.

"It's clear," David says, coming down the stairs, studying his iPad which has the security camera feed on it. "Go on now." He shoos them away like annoying geese and gives me a big smile. "Have I told you lately how fabulous you are?" he says.

"Can never hear it enough," I say, finally relaxing as the last of the lingerers fucks off and slams the door behind them.

Beth lets out an unsteady breath and tries to brush past me. I grab her upper arm. "Did he hurt you?" I ask. She is shaken, badly. Her pretty face is pale and her usually tight blonde ponytail is loosened slightly.

She shakes her head. "Nah, he's a twat, but he doesn't touch."

I find that very hard to believe. If he copped a feel of my leg, I'm pretty sure he tried something worse with my croupier. But until she admits it, there is nothing I can do. I soften my expression as much as I can. "You know you can tell me," I murmur.

She yanks her arm out of my grip. "Nothing to tell," she says shortly, and turns her back. The shine of tears I caught a glance of tells me everything I need to know.

That fucker. I clench my hand into a fist. I'm just looking for an excuse to take him down. He has been sniffing around my business for years.

"Parents," David says, interrupting my murderous thoughts.

"Get me that short list as soon as possible. Tony is done here," I order David.

He nods and turns and heads back up the stairs. With a last look back at Beth, I grit my teeth and follow him. She won't speak up because she is afraid, but it's Jake who should be afraid. They don't call me the Black Widow for nothing. I have absolutely no problem getting my hands dirty.

I stalk back up the stairs and plaster a smile on my face. Disappearing into my office, I sit at my desk and lift the lid of my laptop. Straight away it beeps for an incoming video call, and I answer it with a bright, "Hey, Mom."

My mom and three dads are all squished into the couch at home, waving frantically at me, as they sing Happy Birthday, making me laugh. I wish I could tell them who I really am, but they will never understand my need for power and the thrill that my dangerous life gives me. The edge of not knowing what lies around each corner makes my clit twitch.

It's my secret to keep, so they are safe from the darkness that lurks around every corner in my world. If only they knew the biggest darkness was me.