I have no idea how much time goes by. I’m caught in a world of death. Estephon’s voice finally breaks into my thoughts.“Señor Moon. How do you like my film? Your lovely lady enjoyed it, no? She will die next. This will make a good addition to my collection, no?” His voice has been repulsively pleasant to this point. Now it hardens and he bites out commands. “You have two choices on how your puta dies. You will deliver the money within the hour to the address I sent earlier. You and your men will leave the state tonight. The next video will be of your lovely senorita. I will have her cleaned up so she looks nice for the party, no? You choose how she dies. That is all I will give you—a bullet or the knife. And because I am a generous man, you may say goodbye.”The phone is thrust against my ear. I take a breath and control myself. “Moon…” I’m trying not to hyperventilate.The sweet sound of his voice flows through me. “I love you, baby. I’m sorry.”He’s not coming for me. “I love you,”

After we arrive at the house, we walk in holding hands. He spins me around so I’m facing him the second the door closes. The man loves his wall sex. I also notice that he no longer looks tired.I’m laughing. At least I don’t have on my boots. I kick my pumps off as Moon slides my shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor. “If you push me through the glass, I’ll never forgive you,” I say as I breathe into his mouth because he’s already kissing me. Our front door is partial glass and I’m worried we might break it.“I thought we could try the couch,” he replies and leads me in that direction. The couch is comfortable, but the fact that he wants couch sex surprises me. At least until Moon bends me over the back, locks my fingers into the cushions, and pulls my leggings and underwear down my legs so my ass is displayed. His fingers dig into my waist and his cock slides home. Couch sex has just replaced wall sex as far as spectacular goes. This position does it for me. I was jacked for

AlexI shower again, put on a fresh suit and add black dress shoes after placing everything else into the incinerator. I text Blevins and Juan telling them to return to the warehouse. They disappeared earlier at my order without blinking. Their job is to monitor our property in this section of town. When it comes to handing out justice, the fewer witnesses the better. I unlock the door that leads into the larger section of the building and give a nod to Rack. He walks over with the shirtsleeves of his white dress shirt rolled up and helps me move the body into the trunk. His shirt is plastered to his skin because he’s sweating so much, and I know we’re both ready for the cool interior of the Caddy.“You get what you need?” he asks after slamming the trunk.“Yea, it isn’t good. Danita,” is all I need to say and he understands. “Be sure the team is alert,” I add.“Always, boss.”He gets in the driver’s seat and I take passenger. When Rack calls me “boss” I usually smile. He’s ex-Special

CelinaHe closes the door and slowly runs his gaze over my body before looking me in the eyes. His proposition is straightforward and leaves no doubt what he wants. “Your services will be required for the next three hours. I’ll pay you three grand on top of the hourly rate.”Three thousand dollars. I didn’t expect that much even for three hours. The agency charges a thousand dollars an hour and I receive fifty percent. One hundred percent of tips are mine. I stand in place with my purse on my arm and my fidgety fingers sliding up and down the strap. “Yes, sure, that sounds great.” God, I sound like a teenager. His eyes go to my hand and my cheeks burn. His cock will take the place of the vinyl strap shortly.He flashes another sexy grin and I swear he’s reading my mind. “Remove all your clothing in the bathroom. Leave them on the counter and return here,” he looks down at my feet before slowly running his gaze up my body again and meeting my eyes, “in only the heels.”He’s making it c

CelinaWith numb, trembling fingers, I slide the panties over my hips and let them drop to the floor. Next I slip my arms into his shirt and inhale the scent of him. I’m half turned on and half pissed off. He has me tied in knots. He’s scary and sexy and thrilling. I can’t help wondering if he makes women think slutty thoughts any time he’s around.Of course I don’t want to be here or to do this, I try to tell myself. Whatever this turns out to be. I need money. He likes oral, or at least that’s what his file proclaimed. I can do oral. I will suck his cock, get him off, and leave. This should be a blessing. Oral is less intimate. It doesn’t matter that I feel dirtier just thinking about it.I can pretend what I’m doing is legal and call myself a paid escort. It’s a lie. I’m whoring my body for cash. He’s offering three grand to put his cock down my throat. I kick my panties away, grab the escort cell phone from the bathroom, and open the bedroom door just as the front door of the suit