Free Sharing Freedom by Harley McRide

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     closer to the club, and so far she had been able to hide, but they knew that people
     were looking for her. Her father had not only owed the men she had seen money, apparently
     he owed a few others money as well, according to Creed who explained things to her.
     When she had called the restaurant again to check on things, it was only to find her
     father was in the hospital after being beaten one night after closing, Freedom had
     almost gone back.
    That was until she talked to her father once again. He had been just as demanding
     if not more desperate, and Freedom had lost all respect for the man when he told her
     she needed to come back because she was going to have to help him get out of the mess.
     He said it would only take a few months to work off one of his debts. Freedom had
     cried that night. She had also found out exactly how much her father owed. She was
     determined to pay it back and get her life back, but on her terms, not theirs.
    The Warriors were a family, they were loyal and trustworthy, Freedom decided early
     on. She respected that, and even though she was curious about a few things, she also
     didn’t like what was going on tonight because she had heard the whispers. Candy and
     the club whores had been talking about something big. Shady told her that Creed and
     the guys were on top of it.
    “Not happening, Shade.” Freedom laughed and put the drinks on her tray and turned.
    She delivered the drinks and then went to the back room to get ready for her set.
     She had seen the tips the girls made while dancing. If she could even pull in half
     of it, she would be able to start her account to pay off her father’s debt.
    She heard the door open behind her but didn’t turn until her friend said, “They will
     be here.”
    “Who?” Freedom said with a laugh.
    “Poke and Easy, they got back from the run last night,” Shady drawled.
    It had been an ongoing battle with the two women. Shady knew what happened the night
     in the room when she was with the two men. Nothing big had happened since, even though
     she had been waiting. Shady told her the guys were just giving her time to settle
     in. They were so damn sexy, and their bodies were masterpieces. Every time she had
     seen them, she had become more attracted to them. They either ignored her or treated
     her like a kid though, almost patting her on the head when they greeted her.
    At one point Freedom had gotten so pissed she slapped Easy’s hand away, the man had
     laughed and then grabbed her and kissed her until she couldn’t breathe. Then he had
     turned and ignored her again. It was frustrating, especially when she saw them nod
     to the other Bitches to follow them into the back room.
    “So,” Freedom shrugged.
    Shady laughed and shook her head. “Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”
    Freedom put on her outfit they had helped her put together. It was a black leather
     short skirt and a red leather vest. She knew it looked good on her and she also knew
     the thong and pasties she wore under them would be popular. Damn, when had she actually
     thought that pasties were acceptable?
    She heard the crowd getting louder and Freedom felt like she had butterflies in her
     stomach. The first time she had taken to the stage, she had almost vomited before
     going on. This time, she felt like she was going to pass out.
    “Deep breath, hon,” Shady said and leaned back against the wall and watched her put
     her make-up on. “Hell, you are about ready to have a panic attack, honey.”
    “I will belong,” Freedom said with determination.
    “Come on, sista, let’s go,” Shady drawled and winked at Freedom when she rolled her
     eyes.
    Nike and Rain walked into the room laughing. “You are up,” Nike said. Freedom nodded
     and took a deep breath and followed Shady.
    The room was filled with cigarette smoke and loud music. Block everything out , she thought and walked to the steps that would lead her up to the stage.
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    “Damn,