ANGELA’S POV
My entire body locked in place.
I knew that voice the second it reached me. The low, controlled tone made me too terrified to turn around and confirm what I already knew.
My chest filled with a breath I was too afraid to release. This wasn’t Fred’s warm, apologetic voice. This one demanded I stop when every instinct screamed at me to run.
“I already paid off my debt,” I whispered, the words shaky on the exhale.
I felt him move closer until his warm breath brushed the back of my neck.
“Your father visited the club the other day.”
My eyes closed.
My God.
It wasn’t a question of if. It was only a question of how much.
My mouth went dry like sandpaper. My palms turned damp, and I knew my hands were trembling at my sides.
“How… much?”
“More than one night could pay of
