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    Pain exploded in my jaw. The slap was unexpected and hard enough to knock me into the wall of lockers. I slid down the metal fronts while my ears rang from the force of the blow. I reached up and brushed a knuckle along my lip, not surprised to come away with blood on my fingers.
    Morris jumped over the bench and bent down so his face was right above mine, his expression terrifying. “You think you're better than the other girls here because you don't dance? It's me who keeps you off the pole, not you. I prefer to keep my stage warm with long, willowy women men can imagine having wrapped around them. Not short, fat girls who probably reminds men of their mothers. Now, you will join this party and do whatever it takes to satisfy these customers. You will do as I tell you, Cherry. Because if you make one peep of objection, I’ll kill you myself.”
    He stood to his full height and smoothed his hair off his forehead. 
    “Tonight, the only time I want your mouth open is when there's a paying customer shoving his dick inside it. Now get up, clean up, and go downstairs. The men are waiting.” Morris darted his eyes around the room. “That goes for you two as well. The damned Breed are here. This night must go perfectly.”
    As soon as he strode out the back door, I released the cry I’d been holding. Star hurried over and knelt beside me.
    “It's not so bad, Cherry. The guys are a little rougher than normal, but the money's good.” She paused, looking almost guilty as she glanced at Porsche. “Should we tell her?”
    “No. Don’t frighten her any more than she already is.” Porsche crouched in front of me and pushed my hair over my shoulders to see where Morris hit me. “You’re going to need some deep foundation if you want to hide this, Cherry.” 
    I nodded. My heart pounded in my chest but the rest of my body was slowly going numb. No churning stomach or fast breathing, no nervous sweating or twitches. Whether I liked it or not, I was about to sell my body to the highest bidder. The words Morris had spit at me hit home in a way nothing else could have. If I didn’t do what he wanted, he’d kill me. And he wanted me to sell myself.
    Star rubbed her hand down my arm and gave me a sad look. “Wear the white lingerie with the sheer cami over the bra. Maybe if you look virginal, they'll take it easy on you.”
    I nodded once, too far in my head to say anything. With a deep breath and a heavy dose of acceptance, I shifted to my knees and said a small prayer for forgiveness. I would do what I had to, whatever I needed to, to make it home. Because the idea of leaving my brother with no one to care for him made me sicker than the thought of selling my body. For the past four years, I’d made every decision in my life with him at the forefront of my mind. Tonight was no different. 
    But this was it. After this party, after I made it home safely, I’d never step foot inside Amnesia again.
    With as much grace as I could muster, I stood, grabbed my white lingerie set, and took off my clothes.

 
     
     
    FIVE
     
    Rebel
    Gates followed me down the stairs and past a handful of unmarked doors while Numbers stayed on the main floor in case Scab needed backup. The hall reeked of sex, blood, and wolf. The lights were dim, the walls painted a soft tan, and the floors carpeted in inexpensive commercial Berber. It looked like any other basement. 
    Until we turned the corner.
    We entered a large room with couches circling six small stages, each with a pole in the middle. Most of the couches were already occupied, each with two wolf shifters. I could smell them, scent the other wolves and humans they'd been around all day. It was a cacophony of input my wolf had trouble deciphering. 
    “Gentlemen.” Morris waved us over to an empty couch. “The ladies will be in shortly, so please allow me to inform you of our procedures. There's a three-thousand-dollar buy-in for each of you. Beyond that, the minimum fees