“He wasn’t always my pimp,” she explains harshly. “We dated for a few months when he convinced me to—” she pauses to check that Larissa is asleep before she continues—“have a three-way. Then, he wanted to watch me with someone else. Next thing I know, I’m standing on a corner six nights a week and giving him the money.”
Annika runs her tongue over her teeth and shakes her head. “It’s a long, bullshit story. The son of a b***h beat me down, made me feel worthless, and then bought me pretty things when I brought in a lot of extra money. But even that stopped after a few months. Then, I was just another w***e on the street to him. One of the many.”
“How did you get here if he didn’t sell you?” Sadie asks.
“He died,” she says flatly. “I wish I could have been the one to kill him, but it was
