KYRIE.
Jessa was a good girl. A little too good for the kind of s**t she'd gotten tangled in.
She was desperate. That much was clear now. She didn't f**k two strangers for fun that night. She did it to get her mother the meds she needed. That was it. Straight up survival. And it made everything else about her make sense... the nervousness, the nativity, the way she didn't even know how to lie without stuttering.
She wasn't some seasoned w***e. She was innocent and naive. And now, knee-deep in a mess too big for her to clean up alone.
That's where I come in.
I promised to save her from Saint. I was already preparing a long trip for her mother to the UK, at least. Private facility. All expenses on me. Just until I can figure things out with Saint and clean this s**t up.
And as for Jess
