Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
I moved my firing hand and placed my finger on the trigger. “Why are you here, Dutch? I haven’t seen my Dad since my mother’s funeral. As far as I’m concerned, I buried both of them on that day.”
Snow frowned. “Did you get our flowers?”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
Snow beamed. “I picked them.”
Dutch gestured at his three men. “Would you mind if my people look for your dad?”
“He’s not here.”
“I want to confirm it.”
I shivered a little and then stepped to the side, giving the entrance to the hallway and me a wide berth. “Go ahead.”
They hurried around.
“I like those pajamas.” Dutch smiled. “I was never a Cookie Monster lover. My favorite was Big Bird.”
“I loved Oscar the Grouch,” Snow added.
“I heard you’re waitressing at Scarlett’s Exotic Lounge.” Dutch traveled his gaze over me. Lust filled his eyes. “You know that career track leads straight to hoeing.”
“Sure does.” Snow bobbed his head.
“The waitresses can’t help it.” Dutch shrugged. “At the end of the night, they see all the dancers shoveling up loads of money off the stage. And they’re just standing on the side, exhausted in their heels. Next thing you know, the waitress decides to be a stripper. Then the right customer offers a thousand dollars for a blow job. . .and now she’s hoeing.”
I frowned. “I’m just going to be a waitress.”
Dutch tilted his head to the side. “Until when?”
“Until I do what I want to do?”
Dutch raised his brows. “And what’s that?”
“I haven’t figured that out yet.”
He wagged his finger. “Moni still doesn’t know her passion.”
“My passion is killing people.” Snow showed me his gun.
“Now, that’s a passion that makes good money.” Dutch winked at his brother. “I, myself, am into making money anyway I can. I’d say that is a passion. Don’t you agree, Moni?”
“It could definitely be considered as one.”
“But you don’t have a passion?”
“Not yet.”
“I expected more from you.” Dutch licked his lips. “In fact, I could give you more.”
I swallowed.
His men hurried back from the rooms.
One handed Dutch my purse. “He’s not there.”
Dutch took the purse and continued to watch me. “And her sisters?”
“Not here either.”
My finger shivered against the trigger. “You don’t need my sisters for anything.”
“Unfortunately, I do, Moni.” Dutch placed his hands in front of him. “Your dad played the game and lost. We would have happily let him walk out without paying us. We knew he didn’t have any money in the first place.”
Snow scowled. “But then he jumped up, grabbed the high roller bag on the table, and raced out of there.”
Dutch shrugged. “I’m still impressed that he was able to do it.”
I trembled in fear. “How much did he take?”
“$75,000.”
My stomach dropped. It was difficult to remain standing. “Dutch, I don’t even have 75 dollars right now.”
“Let’s see.” Dutch opened my bag and turned it over. All the contents fell out—lipstick, loose change, car keys, sticks of gum, and a rubber band-stack of TT’s biology flash cards.
One of the men picked up my wallet and pulled out wrinkled dollars from last night. He turned the pile in his hands. “This looks like thirty, maybe forty dollars.”
“So sad.” Dutch whistled. “Good old dad didn’t come by to help his beautiful daughters out?”
“He didn’t.”
“I don’t believe that.” Dutch smiled. “You think I’m stupid, Moni?”
“No.”
“Where’s your sisters?”
“School and—”
“You’re lying!”
I jumped.
Dutch sighed. “You know how I feel about you. Don’t take advantage of that.”
“I’m not, Dutch. I-I swear.”
Snow smirked in disbelief. “Then, where are your sisters?”
“When I heard all the noise at the door, I told them to run down the fire escape.”
Dutch screwed his eyes at me. “You’re five floors up.”
“They’re not scared of heights.”
“And your father hasn’t come by?”
“No.”
Dutch shrugged. “If I can’t find him, then you owe me.”
I trembled. “P-please, Dutch. Don’t do that. All I did last night was work. I have nothing to do with this.”
“It’s a simple fix, Moni.” Dutch held his hands out to the side. “You know what I want.”
“A date?”
“For $75,000, I want more than a date.” Dutch looked around. “You’ll be with me. All mine. Right in my bed and always by my side.”
“I c-can’t leave my sisters here—”
“They’ll be with us too.”
I shook my head. “I’m not raising my sisters in a hotel casino.”
“You don’t have a choice.” Dutch pointed his finger at me. “And that’s not it.”
Worry gripped my heart. “What else?”
“Jo is going to have to put on a wig, walk the street for me, and make at least $10,000—”
“No—”
“She’ll have choice of selling ass on the street or at the hotel—”
“Absolutely not.” The shot gun shook in my trembling hands.
I could kill Dutch and maybe get Snow.
“That’s not it.” Dutch smiled. “Chloe turns 18 next month, right? I can’t tell you how many guys from the neighborhood have discussed that very topic. Her virginity would be worth a whole lot.”