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“Uh, no point.” She scrunched her nose. “But there is a problem.”
This girl is gonna be the fucking death of me. Trey folded his arms and waited. When Sloane smiled, he felt all his patience slip away.
“What’s the problem, Sloane?”
She licked her lips. “Dahlia was the one who declined the offer of employment.”
It was rare that anything shocked Trey anymore, but he definitely hadn’t seen this coming. What the fuck? Wasn’t this the same woman who’d been trying to get an interview for the last few months? Hell, he’d bumped her up on the wait list for employment as a favor. And she turned me down?
“Why?”
Sloane shrugged. “She got another job.”
Trey rolled his shoulders. “Where?”
“A bar downtown.”
Fuck, Sloane. He ground his teeth, locked his jaw, and glared.
“Which. One?”
“The Moon Bar.”
Trey steeled his reaction. He knew the bar well. He didn’t frequent it often, but they used it as a source of distribution. The drug sales through The Moon Bar made a decent profit. The clientele were avid buyers, among other things. The bar stayed off the radar of the local police courtesy of the Underground but was notorious for its prostitution ring.
“Doing what?”
Sloane raised her brows and parted her lips, but Trey had lost his patience.
“What is she doing there, Sloane?”
It shouldn’t matter. But it fucking does.
“Bartending, I think. She didn’t go into detail.” Sloane sighed, knitting her brows. “I just don’t understand why she wouldn’t go back to East to work. I know the pay wasn’t great, but it was safer.”
East?
“She got paid to bartend at East?”
Sloane gasped, widened her eyes, and rested her hand on her chest. “That’s not for public knowledge.”
What the fuck was she talking about? Trey raised his brows.
“East doesn’t pay the bartenders.” Sloane cleared her throat and whispered, “Usually.”
This wasn’t news to Trey. While he didn’t know all aspects of the MC, some were widely known. Their staff wasn’t paid.
“They paid Dahlia?”
Sloane blushed, and she tightened her lips.
“Sloane.”
She sighed, and her shoulders sagged. “You can’t say anything, Trey.”
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Trey couldn’t care less about the inner workings of the MC, but he was intrigued knowing Dahlia was the exception to their rules.
“Dahlia got paid. From what I understand, it wasn’t much, but Gunner paid her under the table for the hours she worked at the club.”
