Graduation’s three months away. Four Fridays a month. If he keeps paying two grand a dance, that’s…twenty-four thousand. And Vasiliy hinted that I can set my rate if we go further. Please him, try the toys, the equipment…have sex.
I’ll have to think about this. Dark desires swirl through my head. Desires that curl in my stomach just thinking about them. Maria said I need something darker, and that I’ve never truly wanted more because I’ve never had it.
This man has shown me. He’s awakened it.
I want more. I want him. I want the feeling.
I think I could want it all… just not tonight.
But I have so little time in the grand scheme of things.
I will figure this out. I have to.
It will be hard to leave my dad, but I think he’ll forgive me. I think he’ll understand.
That he’ll remember he raised me to be smart, strong, and capable.
Even if that means walking away.
I have to believe that.
It takes a long time for me to fall asleep, despite being desperately tired.
My mind is a storm, spinning with numbers, plans, escape routes, and fear.
Andhim.
The stranger behind the mask.
Not just the money. Not just the danger.
It’s how Ifeelin that room.
Unseen. Untethered.
Free.
10
NIK
“The owner’sbox is full tonight,” Dominic says quietly, throwing his bag into his locker.
This is code.
The owner’s box is, technically, always full at home games, just not with owners.
Oh, there are plenty of corporate CEO’s and celebrities, all with some tie to the elusive silent owner of the Chicago Reapers. Deals get done up there, but the owner himself is rarely in attendance.
Tonight, though, is different. The Campisi family is in the house.
Which ones?” I ask. “Don zdes’?”
Dom nods. “He is here, along with his children.”
“Spasibo.”
“My pleasure, Boss.”
