Harlow Pov
"Are you sure about this?" I stared at the scraps of shiny fabric lying on the mattress.
"Positive," Piper said, tossing a pair of fishnet tights next to the pile. "The Dollhouse is exactly what you need. It’s a cash-only strip club and the bartenders take home thousands a night in tips alone."
I picked up the black leather corset. "I haven't worn something like this since before I got pregnant."
"You look hot," she assured me, crossing her arms. "But the tips aren't the main reason you're doing this, you know right? If you want to find a new loan shark dirty enough to buy out the rest of your cartel debt before your thirty days are up, they’ll be sitting at your tables ordering top-shelf whiskey."
I hated that she was right. Twenty grand had bought me a month, but I still
