“You oughta try it sometime. Might get you some better results.”
“Whatever. Hey, do you have a work connection up here?”
Amelia paused, and Sabrina imagined her friend was scrolling through her contacts. “Possibly. My girl Joelle used to be up there. I’ll check with her to see if she has any connections. She owes me a favor anyway. You need money?”
“The well ain’t dry yet, but I can see the bottom.”
Amelia giggled. “No problem, darlin’. I’ll shoot you a message with whatever I find out and get Joelle to make the intros. She’ll hook you up.”
“Thanks, babe. You’re a real peach.”
Amelia’s laughter tinkled in her ear. “That’s what they all say until they get to the pit. Take care, precious.”
Sabrina ended the call, then sniffled and put a hand to her forehead. If she stopped to think about all that had happened to her in recent months, she would lose it completely and never make it out of the van that was her one and only safe haven.
Nope, I ain’t got time to waste. Gotta keep moving and get stuff done.
She tapped Rugrat under his chin. “Mama’s got a lot to do today. Wish me luck.”
CHAPTER
THREE
Cam eyedthe group of men who sat at the edge of the stage. A bachelor party was the last thing he wanted to deal with this evening, but the group was already there and half drunk when he arrived for work. They’d spent a huge amount of money on booze and boobs and were now fully drunk and getting louder. One man wore a sash, declaring himself to be the groom.
“I gadda see ash many tits ash I can tonide. I’m gettin’ married tomorrow, an’ I can only see one set for the rest of mah life!”
Ellie complied by giving the man a special shimmy, and he stared at the jiggling double Ds as if he’d never seen boobs before. Cam wondered what the man’s capacity was before he got sick.
“Crazy night, yeah?”
Cam turned to see his best friend and current president of the club, Wolf, had joined him. A long streak of gray that started at his forehead bisected the man’s midnight mane. “I guess so. Just those guys over there having fun before doomsday tomorrow.”
Wolf chuckled. “Married life isn’t so bad. Quillon is happy as shit.”
“You’re not married yet.”
Wolf’s massive shoulder lifted in a shrug. “Semantics. I’m popping the question to Jazz after the house is built. The insurance finally came through, and the slab got poured last week. Winter construction is gonna be slow, but we’re pretty content for now.”
Cam clicked his teeth as he recalled the drama that happened just a few months ago with Wolf’s girlfriend. He didn’t know all the details other than Jazz got herself in trouble with a bunch of online scammers, and they sent someone to kill her. The would-be assassin tried to do that by fire, but Jazz escaped with her nephews, and only her house burned. A total loss. She and Wolf were rebuilding the place as they built a new life together.
There was a showdown of sorts between the assassin, the Slaggers MC, and Wolf, but no one knew what exactly had happened. Wolf was particularly close-mouthed about it. Cam didn’t blame him.
A roar of approval pierced the air. Apparently, Ellie decided to go a step further and was shaking her generous rear just inches from the groom’s face. He stuck out his tongue as if lapping at the dancer’s ass, and his friends egged him on.
Cam nodded toward the stage. “Think we need to do something about that?”
Wolf shook his head. “Not as long as there’s no touching. If Ellie gives us the high sign, we’ll step in, but she’s milking this shit for as many tips as she can get.”
Sure enough, Ellie had a G-string full of bills, and not all of them were singles.
Cam grunted. “She’s racking up tonight, no doubt.”
“I’ll keep an eye on them,” a voice piped up behind them.
Cam turned to see the newest member of the club. A pair of large, rounded eyes stared up at him from behind thick glasses.
“Yo, Specs.”
