Tiana
Flashback.
“Eighty thousand dollars, Tiana!” The man on the phone was shouting. “You owe us! Pay up, or we come get you!”
“I don’t have it!” I screamed back, tears in my eyes. “I’m trying!”
“Then sell that pretty body like you do online!” he laughed. “We know about your little website. Maybe we tell your new rich daddy about it?”
Click. He hung up.
I shook my head hard, trying to get the voice out of my ears. Debt. f*****g Eighty thousand dollars. It was hanging over my head like a knife. And then there was Jax.
Another memory.
“You’re useless, Tiana!” Jax grabbed my arm, squeezing hard. His face was red, angry. “You can’t even keep a job. You’re just a slut who likes attention.”
“I work!” I cried, trying to push him away.
“You work alright,” he sneered. “On your back. Or o
