SUNDAY

"Nope." I never asked him because, I knew it was not legal, and being too curious could get me killed. My eyes have seen enough illegal activities at the Bunny Rabbit to understand I should mind my fucking business. But since Jon is my family, so I had to ask " Now I am wondering, how did you start your business?"

"I made a damn deal with Jeremy four years ago—"

"Damn you, Jon." The name Jeremy makes me feel sick. I have never met Jeremy, nor I have no idea who he was or is. But I have heard staff talking about him. He sells drugs here in Boston. He is like a shadow worker, you hardly see him but he is around. If anyone fucks with him, the person is dead. Period. "Tell me about the deal you had with Jeremy."

"Cerci.. I —"

"You what? Let me guess. He gave you loan to start this business, in return, you allowed his to use your club to make illegal money. Tell me, how did you run out of losses? What went wrong? You do not have his complete money?"

"How come you know all—"

"Jon you are an idiot, but I am not" I was already mad at him. "How much are you owing Jeremy?"

"I can not tell—"

"What do you mean you can not tell?"

"A lot."

"Figure? Jon!"

" three hundred."

" three hundred?"

"I mean three hundred ten thousand."

I do not think I heard the figures well. "Could you please repeat the amount?"

"Three hundred, ten thousand—"

"How come?"

"I helped him in selling some of his products here."

I smiled and reached out to my purse. "Thank you for this information. It was nice working with you Jon, I can not do this anymore. I have to stop working for you before I get into trouble —"

"You are already in this mess," he told me when I tried to leave his presence.

"What did you say?"

"I put in your name as co-founder."

"Holy shit! You did what?"

He swallowed his saliva, like he wanted to wet his throat. "When this club was established, I had to put you as a co-founder, just in case of anything. You will be there to fight and support me. You are the only family I have—"

The second he said that crap, I walked towards him, pulled my arm back, I fist my right hand, and punch him as hard as I could on his belly. He fell off from the chair he was sitting on.

"Ah damn Cerci!" he snapped, holding his belly. I held onto the counter, I kicked him in the side. "Cerci, please stop! It hurt. Stop!"

"Fuck you Jon!"

While kicking him on one side, Ken, the bouncer, held me, that did not stop me from kicking him more and struggling to loose his grip off me. "Let go of me, I want to kill this dude! Let me go, Ken!" Still struggling. "Not only am I being cheated as an employee,with the little salary you pay me , but I am a co-founder, running on a huge debt! You motherfucker! I am screwed!"

"Cerci, please calm down." Ken told me and pulled me away from Jon. "Just breathe! You will be fine."

I start to breathe as Ken told me— angrily, like a angry beast. Hitting Jon made me feel good. I have been looking for an opportunity to hit that bastard for a long time, today I did it. And I feel good.

"Ken, I am fine."

"Are you sure, you are fine?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you." He released his grip off me, and help me to seat.

"Cerci —"

"This should be the last time I hear from you. Because I do not want to," I said while pointing to Jon when he walked towards me. Blood on his light blue shirt. "Go and meet up with who ever you want! Fuck! Fuck! And get me out of this damn mess, Jon, or else, I will hunt you down. You got me?"

"Okay."

"You pussy!" I said, grabbed my bag and walked straight to the main door, then paused and turned to him. "Before I forget, I quit!

Fuck you!"

Mary Poppins is no more.

MONDAY:

Sandra, please any job from you is fine!" I was desperately in search of a job so I had to beg her. I am ready to do anything to get a job, run an errand for her, whatever. Maybe not to far, but I am in need of a job.

"Cerci, I love you and I know, you know I do. I really do appreciate how you helped me escape from the hands of Max—"

"But..." I know there should be a but, after this senseless statements.

"But, you get angry easily, when provoked by someone."

"I do not think it is true!"

She looked at me with a serious face before picking up her call. "Hello, it's Sandra's Sparkling Maids, how can we help you? Of course.. yes. Not sure.... I will check and get back to you. Thank you."

Three years ago, Sandra went by the name 'Spice' at the club and she was the only stripper that could do an aerial split while spinning, wearing seven inch heels. Look how much she has changed, you will never guess she once worked as a stripper in a club. She is wearing a ruffled shirt, a sweater, she is wearing a glasses, her hair packed in a bun neatly, she actually look like a school administrator.i am proud of who she is becoming.

"Sorry, please go on, what were you saying?" She asked as she hung up the call.

"I was saying, I do not get angry easily."

"Cerci, you pointed a gun at my ex husband face."

"Yes I did but it was not a real gun. He was an abuser, abusing you for christ sake. How could you use that against me now, I was just helping you?"

"Okay, do you remember when you an a guy fought at the club because he touched your ass?*

"I.. Oh God, Sandra."

"Or the time, you call a stripper out and threatened her, because she stole from the club."

"Please stop, you are making the act I did at the club sound like I am ruthless and violent. Every thing I did—"

" I know you did most of the things to protect us. I know, Cerci. You are a wonderful person... You are also one of the most decent person I knew in the club. But this is not a strip club, this is my business. I do not think I can take the risk of your attacking my clients or being rude to them. For example, if a client complain about the window isn't cleaned properly, you should reclean her windows. I have work hard for to build this brand. This business is all about good reputation."

"Sandra, all those things that happened in the club, I swear there will never happen here, okay? I will work as hard as I can. I truly need this job."

"Okay, fine," looking at me, then sighed.