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“Today?” Sloane asked.
“Yeah,” Rogue snapped.
Sloane licked her lips, quirked her brow, and hummed. “Hmmm…”
“Sloane, what the fuck are you doing?”
She’s stalling. Dahlia kept her eyes locked on Sloane and watched as she slowly nodded. “With all the chaos, it slipped my mind, but now it’s all coming back to me.” Sloane looked over at Dahlia. “We talked. This morning?”
Dahlia appreciated the effort, but it wasn’t convincing, and it totally exposed the lie.
“Sloane, get the fuck outta my office before I fire your ass, too.”
Too? Dahlia’s shoulders sagged, and her heart sank.
“Can I just say…”
“Get the fuck out!” His loud voice roared through the room, sending a chill down her spine.
Once Sloane left, Rogue turned his glare on her. “You think you’re smarter than me? Some fucking slit who, before this, was serving stale fucking beer and taking out the trash when you weren’t on your fucking knees sucking off bikers.”
Dahlia gasped. It wasn’t so much the vulgarity. She’d heard it before. It was the tone as if saying it made it a fact, and his belittling came without an ounce of remorse. Fuck you, Rogue.
Rogue spread his arms, aching his brow. “What? Am I fucking wrong?”
Technically, no.
“Yes.” She swallowed the knot in her throat, fighting against her anger. “East doesn’t serve stale beer.”
The corner of his mouth curled in a sinister smile. “I always fucking appreciate a smart mouth. Especially before I fucking fire them. Get your stuff, get the fuck out, and don’t come back.”
She straightened her shoulders and walked to the door.
“I’m keeping that last paycheck. And as for working in any other club? Not fucking happening. I’m going to make those calls now, personally.”
You dick!
Sloane was waiting outside the door when Dahlia walked out and quickly ushered her down to her office.
Dahlia’s panic was slowly setting in. She’d made quite a bit of money, but she still had debt she was working off. Knowing that he’d blackball her and make it extremely difficult to find other employment made her last check crucial.
Sloane had her arm wrapped around Dahlia’s back, guiding her to the chair in the corner of her office.
Aaron stood and rounded his desk. “What’s wrong?”
“Rogue fired Dahlia,” Sloane said.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“He said he’s keeping my last check. Can he do that?” Dahlia’s voice cracked.
Sloane’s lips twisted, then flattened. “Legally no, but… I mean…” She stammered. “He’s Rogue.”
Fuck! She dropped her face in her palms, and her chest tightened.
“Trey know about it?” Aaron asked.
Dahlia glanced up at the assistant manager, but he was focused on Sloane. It was an odd question, considering Rogue didn’t need anyone’s consent or permission to get rid of her. Trey had saved her once, but it had been different circumstances. Rogue wanted to fire her without just cause. But now? She’d been at fault and lied about it. No matter how many intimate moments they’d shared, she didn’t expect Trey to step up on her behalf.
