“So if not Malik, who?” she whispers. “A deal was made with Grim,” Zayn explains. “Grim?” Pen bites out, anger flashing. “Yes, you will perform in the cage at her club with the other…” “Strippers?” she spits, her gaze narrowing on mine. I nod tightly. Believe me, I fought against that decision too. I don’t want her paraded like that, I fucking don’t, but it was the lesser of two evils. Grim might be a tough bitch, but she has some morals at least. She won’t let anyone touch Pen. She treats her girls well.
