Chapter 24 DEVIL THREATHS [FLASHBACK]

The tray in my hands wobbled for the third time tonight.

I didn’t spill—because I was a professional, obviously. And by professional, I meant a desperate woman who’d swallowed her dignity and duct-taped it to the heel of her stolen stilettos.

The club was buzzing. Laughter, smoke, money, men. Red ...

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