After everyone stepped out of class, I helped Sierra pull her clothes back on and gave her privacy to gather her belongings. I needed to find my damn sister because we had a big f*****g problem.
I caught a glimpse of her freshly dyed purple-brown hair across the bar and stormed toward her, grinding my teeth. She flirted with Frank Freddrick, a regular at the club, and one of his few wives.
“Oh, look who it is,” Michelle said, smiling at me. “How was class?”
“f*****g great,” I said, snatching her elbow and pulling her to the side of the room.
On our way, she downed her drink and set it on a table, where someone was bound to knock over the glass.
“What the f**k did you tell Sierra?”
Michelle played dumb and twirled her finger around a strand of her hair. “Oh, nothing.”
“Diamond neckla
