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The music shifts, becoming slower, more sensual. I sway my hips to the rhythm, running my hands over my body the way these men want to. The alphas groan in response, their eyes dark with lust.
The song ends and I wave goodbye to my adoring fans, blowing a kiss. The moment is over; real life sets back in.
Because backstage, beyond the pounding music and neon lights, a girl is screaming.
"Star, help!"
My footsteps echo on the cement floor backstage as I race forward in those same seven-inch heels, my arms pumping to keep my balance as I run. I catch sight of the girls a second later--everyone who wasn't onstage trying to wrestle one of ourbodyguards off a prone form curled into a ball on the floor. She's wearing nothing but a set of black lingerie, dark hair covering her face, and her voice...
All she's doing is whimpering, her voice coming in harsh gasps.
She's not the one screaming anymore.
No, that's Ruby, trying desperately to drag the bodyguard off of her.
"Get off of her!" Ruby shouts. "Star, please--please, you have to do something!"
"Get away from her, you fucking asshole!" I scream, striding forward. I pull my hand back, and before I know it, a loudsmackechoes around the dressing room.
He finally stops.
Staggers back.
Of course it's fucking Diesel.
He scowls, his lips twisting into a smirk as he catches sight of me. His lip is split where I hit him, and he reaches up to dab at the blood, snickering.
"Fuck...boss is gonna lock you in the hole for that," he says.
"Not when he finds out you've damaged the product," I say, matching his glare. "If you keep beating the shit out of the dancers, you're going to cost more than you're worth...and then who will be in the hole?"
We stay like that for a moment, locked in a cold war. Diesel's new to the operation, and he knows that I might just be an omega, but I'm the most senior dancer here at Dreamland, and I know the owner cares more about the product than he does about grant special privileges to good-for-nothing alpha bouncers. Diesel's the worst of the worst, and I've got my eye on him.
I'd like to get rid of him altogether...but I don't have that kind of power.
"Get the hell out of here before I rat on you to Eddy," I snap.
Diesel snarls and stalks away, and I watch him walk all the way down the hall before I shut the dressing room door and lock it behind him. Eddy's the only one who has a key, and I know he'll be pissed at Diesel for doing this.
You can't sell a girl to the highest bidder when she's covered in bruises.
Ruby and two other dancers, Joy and Iris, are kneeling beside Lark--the target of Diesel's attack. I step in just as the try to help her up, stopping them when she cries out.
"Don't move her," I say. "If anything's broken, we need to be careful, okay?"
"She'sfucking broken," Iris mutters.
I ignore her, stepping forward to crouch beside Lark. She flinches away as I reach for her, one eye cracked open to stare at us. She's in a lot of pain, and it kills me to see it. Her lip is torn open and blood is streaming from it, and there's a bruise forming on her cheek.
"Lark, I am so sorry," I whisper, gently pushing her dark hair out of her face.
"It's...it's okay, Star," Lark says weakly. "I'm fine. It's okay."
"It's not," I say. "He shouldn't have done that to you."
I look over at the other girls, unable to keep the rage off my face.
"What the hell happened?" I say, looking up at Ruby's tearstained face. She's shaking, but her eyes are blazing.
