Nine Lives was a strip club on the edge of 107th and hell, and that was me being generous about the location. It was also the place I’d been calling my second home for the past three years.

“This bitch must think I’m all kinds of stupid!”

Bianca Quinn—self-proclaimed queen of Nine Lives—tossed her faux diamond earrings onto her vanity with a toss of her manicured hand, the lights flickering in the wake of her ...