Bruno Steele let his predatory gaze wander across the cramped living room, and it didn't take long for his focus to shift from the men to the two women standing near the balcony. For a bottom-feeder of the criminal underworld like him, women like Natalie Pierce and Wallis Joyce were creatures from another dimension—beauties so radiant they felt like hallucinations in the grime of a Shantytown apartment.
A wave of primal, toxic l**t surged through him. He licked his dry lips, his eyes tracing the curves of their silhouettes with a disgusting intensity. "Well, well... I have to say, this is some top-tier hospitality," he croaked, his voice thick with lecherous intent. "Since you don't have the cash to settle the debt, did you bring these two absolute goddesses as collateral? To pay us back
