off another day on the calendar. One more week until I’m eighteen. “Lucy!” I hear Tracie calling me and peek out my door. “I need you, Luce!” I slip on my boots and go to find her. “Tracie the answer is no! Absolutely not! She is still a damn minor and she isn’t allowed to leave.” Jordan and Tracie are arguing when I find them. “Well, it ain’t up to you. I got the all clear, already.” She shoots him a dirty look and then her eye catches mine. “Luce, I need you to bail me out. I just tested all those damn whores at Ambrosia and they are all on fucking drugs. I don’t know who the hell has been supplying them, but I’m screwed. I need a dancer tonight. You’re my only option.” My eyes bug out of my head. Ambrosia is the strip club the MC owns. “I-I’m not allowed to leave the club.” Thank God for that rule. “I already got the all clear from Shooter.
