CHAPTER 63

Alex

Nice. The word doesn’t sit well. The last thing I am is nice. “How soon do you need the money?” I ask instead of telling her the truth.

Her blue eyes are tinged red from crying and a slight hitch enters her voice when she says, “One month.”

My brain puzzles through the math. Even if all her clients are as generous as I am, she’ll be lucky to make that in a month. “I’m working two jobs. I can do it,” she says at the look on my face.

Well, hell. She should not have told me that. I have a feeling she’s talking about two escort jobs, which is against the rules. “Does Madison know?”

Her expression turns desperate. “Please don’t tell her. You don’t understand,” she continues. “I don’t have a choice, and if I don’t get the money, something very bad will happen.”

She has no idea that something very bad has already happened. The other escort service in Phoenix is run by Miles Cartwright. He’s scum, and I’ve been itching for a reason to shut his operation down. He plays by Moon’s rules, so