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was ignored.
    “Just tell this slut to stay away from my man. I don’t fuckin’ want to see her near him, or I’ll beat the shit outta her!”
    “I’m not tellin’ her shit. Anyway, it looked like Jax was the one making all the moves. I’ve got a bar to stock, and I don’t have time to babysit bitches with man problems, got it?”
    “What the fuck’s goin’ on ’round here? Why are you all standing here not even lookin’ ready? Cherri, what the fuck?” Emma’s scowl sent the dancers dashing to their dressing tables to put on their makeup for the night’s performances.
    Cherri, pissed for succumbing to a rumble with Peaches over Jax, said in a small voice, “Sorry, Emma; it was my fault. I’m in charge, and I shouldn’t have let things get out of hand.”
    “You’re fuckin’ right ’bout that. Don’t let it happen again. I won’t tolerate this shit. And Peaches, you better fuckin’ fix your attitude, or your ass is outta here for good. And newsflash—I don’t care that you’re fuckin’ the Sergeant-At-Arms. I’ll throw your ass out, and the Insurgents, including Jax, will back me. Do I make myself clear?”
    Peaches looked at Emma, defiance in her eyes. “Whatever.”
    “No, not ‘whatever,’ bitch. You give respect, you get it back; you don’t, then your ass is history. No more warnings. Cherri is now your supervisor, so you show her respect. If not, you’ll have to answer to me and I promise you, it ain’t gonna be pretty.”
    “Why did you give her the position? You know I was next in line.”
    “I do what I think is best for the club, and I don’t need to explain myself to you. Get your ass washed up and start prepping for tonight.”
    Once Peaches stomped off, Emma turned to Cherri. “I’ll chalk up what happened as inexperience, but don’t ever let shit get outta hand like this again.”
    “I won’t. I better get going. I have to get ready for my dance set.”
    “Oh, yeah, you’re not lead dancer anymore.”
    “Why, because of this? Am I being punished?”
    “No. You won’t be dancing at all. You’ll be in charge back here with the dancers and help in the front with tables and whatever else comes up.”
    “What? Not dancing? But I need to dance. I need the money, and that’s where I make it. I make more in tips for one hour of dancing than I do waiting tables for a full shift. I need the money, Emma.” Cherri’s voice cracked.
    Emma threw her a sympathetic look. “I understand where you’re comin’ from, I really do, but this isn’t my decision. There’s nothing I can do. I’m sorry.”
    “Whose decision is it?”
    “It comes from the Insurgents. I can’t go over their heads. What they say goes—no arguments.”
    “The Insurgents? You mean the club doesn’t want me to dance? Why do they care? I bring them a lot of money. You’d think they’d want me to strip.”
    Emma whispered, “The order came from Jax. The Insurgents back him. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. I’ll give you the big-tipping tables.”
    “Jax…? By waiting tables, you know I’ll never be able to match what I get from stripping.” Cherri’s eyes searched Emma’s face for answers.
    Shrugging, she said, “All I can do is give you the best tables. I can’t defy the Insurgents. That’s just the way it is. Go on. Make sure everyone’s moving their butts.”
    Cherri stood in the hallway for a long time trying to grasp the enormity of the situation. She knew without stripping, her wages had been cut in half. That bastard! He’s getting back at me because I don’t want to fuck him. How could he punish me by cutting my earnings? Now I’ll never get out of this shitty life. I have to find another way to get money to make up for my lost wages.
    Knowing Emma depended on her to make sure everything was on schedule, she put her anger aside until later then entered the dressing area.

Chapter Four
    C herri stomped her feet to get the feeling back into them. She breathed in