In my world, there is no such thing as love. It is just a lie we whisper into our client’s ear. Love is foreign and hazardous. What I did not expect was to bare my soul to a man who is as egotistical as he is dangerous.

His name is Landon. Despite his blackened soul, he tried to save me, but what he didn't expect was my torturous fate to catch up with me.
To your father, I'm the escort.
To your mother, I'm the whore.
To the legal system, I'm the prostitute.
In the end, I'm just the other woman.
I have no idea if I will continue to survive, if I will ever find my path aside from the gritty streets I know so well. There is a good chance I will wind up in the ditch like most women in my position. Surrendering to my fate is the only choice I have. I must relinquish it all.

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Relinquish

"You took one of mine, so I'm taking one of yours!" I hear beside me as I heave for fresh air. I turn to look at who's talking, but before I can get my head turned all the way, vomit races up my throat again.


"No, wait! Claudia came to me, man. Take her ass back. She's in room 7," Mick begs.


"I could fucking kill you, Mick. You stepped over a line! You took one of mine, so I'm taking one of yours!" roars beside me, like a song stuck on repeat. The familiar voice is threatening, and an odd knot forms in the pit of my stomach from its presence.


"Fine," Mick mumbles.  I turn my head to look at Mick and the familiar voice, but my vision is blurry with tears from throwing up.


"She'll do," the voice clips angrily. Before I can make out who the voice belongs to, the blurry image rushes toward me. Searing pain races through my scalp suddenly, making me scream as I'm pulled to my feet. My nails dig into the hand that's laced into my hair from behind.


Chapter 37