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call her.”
    He speaks into a head set. “She’s coming out.”
    A minute later, she busts through the side door. “I knew it was you. Why are you checking up on me?”
    “Well, number one, you lied. Why did you lie to me? But number two, I need to see one of the girls back there,” I say trying to look past her.
    She looks at me confused. “Look, I’m going to stop stripping, I just need to finish paying all of the debt off, all right? After that, I’ll be strictly waitressing. They know that.” She looks at me suspiciously. “Why do you need to see one of the dancers?”
    “I just do. Are you going to help me?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
    She takes my hand. “Fine. Just behave yourself, I can’t lose this job.”
    We make our way down the hall and she asks me, “Who are you looking for?”
    “Grace,” I grind out.
    She nods and taps on a dressing room door. “Grace, can you open up?”
    As soon as she opens the door, I push my way in and shut the door behind me. She glares at me. “You can’t be in here.”
    “Oh yes the fuck I can. What in the hell are you doing, Chelsea?” I run my hands through my hair, pulling at it. “You don’t belong here!”
    She stands up, holding her robe closed. “My life is none of your fucking business!”
    I step toward her, causing her to step back into the wall. Fuck, she’s sexy as hell, always has been. “You have no business in a place like this. What does your dad think?”
    She shoves me backward. “He thinks I’m a waitress, he and my mom. I’m doing this to help with her medical bills, so take your judgmental ass and get the hell out of here!”
    I see the edge of her breast as her chest heaves up and down. I storm back toward her, grabbing both sides of her face and kissing her hard. She shoves me backward and slaps me. “Get out! Now!”
    I hear a tap at the door. “Huck, come on, you’re going to get me fired.”
    I snatch the door open and glare at Elizabeth and then back to Chelsea. “You’ve both lost your fucking minds,” I say before storming out of the club.
    ~*~*~
    It’s been almost two fucking weeks since the night at Ace’s and along with the bullshit there, I have other shit going on. I’m trying to get to the bottom of something that could change a lot of things for Sly and me.
    There is a tap on my bedroom door and Kara walks in. She crawls on the bed with me. “So are you gonna tell me what’s wrong? You’ve been walking around this house like someone kicked you in the balls.”
    I shake my head. “Just an argument with Elizabeth.” I can’t tell her what all is going through my head.
    “I know about that. She told me. Elizabeth is pretty much an open book to Sloan and me so I know the things you know. She has her reasons for what she’s doing. I know you don’t like her doing it and Marco would have a heart attack, but it’s just something she needs to do. We’ve all offered to help but it’s something she needs to do on her own. It’s very important to her.” She rolls on her side.
    I look over at her. “You doing okay? Recovery going all right?”
    She nods. “Yeah, just sore. It’s a little tough getting around. I go back to work next week and I’m ready. I’m going to miss Krista, but I’m ready to leave the house.”
    I laugh. “I’m afraid my brother is going to turn my niece into a gym rat.”
    She laughs. “Yes. That thought crossed my mind, too. I’m hoping that she doesn’t cause problems at the gym.” She shakes her head. “Sly has already bought her personalized clothes for the gym.”
    We both laugh and she gets up. “Okay, well I just wanted to check on you. Liz will quit soon, okay?” She stops at the door, looking back. “Even though I’m pretty sure that you’re hiding something else that’s bothering you.”
    Just then Krista lets out a cry. She goes to take care of her.
    Another week has gone by and I’ve thrown myself into figuring out what I can about Chelsea,