My hands shake as I remove three grand in folded one-hundred dollar bills from my pocket. The agency will pay me each Friday morning for the previous week. I'll pay taxes on that money and they'll already be subtracted when I receive the check. This money, which I can't take my eyes from, is all mine and will go toward rescuing my niece. My only problem.... I haven't considered how to hide cash in my dingy motel room. For now, I place it in the drawer next to the bed. I'll find a hiding place before I go out again.
I cover my warm cheeks with my cool hands. I survived.
The client didn't kill me and it's not like having s*x with Alex was a hardship. Being paid to f**k a client must get easier. I know what to expect now. I can do it. Nervously, I remove my personal cell phone from my other
