“I’m so tired,” Juliette groaned as she walked into the dressing room, looking like pure sin wrapped in expensive perfume. She was a stunning half-Asian beauty with smooth, golden-tan skin, high cheekbones, and those striking almond-shaped eyes that could shift from innocent to deadly in a heartbeat. Her chestnut hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, framing a face that belonged on magazine covers instead of this dingy strip club. Life had been cruel to her, though. Behind that gorgeous face was a girl fighting demons I knew too well.We’d bonded hard over the months. She was the only real friend I had here, always had my back, always knew when I needed a laugh or a shoulder.“I’m beat too,” I said, zipping up my bag. “I’m heading home right now. Dad isn’t doing great, so I’m not pulling an all-nighter.”“Ohh, I’m sorry, babe.” Juliette came closer and rubbed my back gently. “Don’t worry, he’s tough as nails. He’ll pull through.”“Yeah,” I forced a small smile.“So…” Her voice t
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