Breaker’s Vow by Elizabeth Knox EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Elizabeth Knox
- Language: English
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- Genre: 90-Minute Romance Short Reads
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Friday nights are always the longest. And the loudest. But they also bring
in the highest tips. Always been that way. Ever since my first job as a stripper
twelve years ago, when I was fifteen passing for eighteen.
slow. Saturday night is OK, but not great, since Sunday is church and God
day, and even the biggest freaks like to pretend they’re not then. Can’t have
huge dark bags under your bloodshot eyes and alcohol still on the breath
when you sit next to the missus in the pew, now can you?
I used to joke about that with every stripper I ever worked with, before,
after and in between sets.
It’s not funny anymore. I’m twenty-seven years old. Old being the
operative word. Pretty soon I won’t get a job at a high-end strip club like this
here Silhouette no matter what—or who—I do.
Up until a few months ago, I thought I’d never have to touch another pole
in my life. Funny how quickly life can turn from one thing to another. I
should be used to it by now. But then again, I never was a fast learner.
Like for example, I should’ve left Javier the first time he slapped me. But
I let it drag on because I thought I had it made with him. Living in his highrise three bedroom apartment that he let me decorate with his black American
Express card. He let me charge whatever I wanted on that card. Expensive
clothes and shoes, all the spa treatments I wanted, and more jewelry than I’d
Dumb little me thought a few slaps here and there, when I got too loud
and obnoxious, was a fair enough exchange. It was better than getting groped
and slapped by random sleazeballs at decrepit shithole strip clubs, at any rate.
I’d probably still be getting slapped around by Javi if he hadn’t been
killed on New Year’s Eve.
Hell, I might’ve been killed at that same party, if
he hadn’t busted my lip and made me bleed all over the dress I was wearing
to the party. My face was too messed up, so he couldn’t take me with him
At least this Silhouette place I’m working at now isn’t a dump. It’s
actually a very decent place, and I haven’t seen a poor person walk through
the door yet, in all the months I’ve been working here.
I’m standing by the back door, waiting for the girl currently twirling on
the pole—Diamond-to be done so I can go on for my last set. Then it’s home
and bed until I get to do it all over again tomorrow night.
I should probably be sitting down and resting—my body’s still getting reaccustomed to the nightly workouts I force onto it now—but I’m afraid that if
I sit down, my tired legs will get so stiff I won’t be able to walk to the stage,
let alone dance when my turn comes.
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