n in the dirty mirror of the u

dark smoky eyeshadow covered her eyeli

up over her hips. The fabric was so restri

ay the ICU deposit. It wasn't enough. She needed cash

the locker room. She threw a cheap pl

on," Rox

at the tag.

xy warned, crossing her arms. "They tip big, but

inned the tag to the deep n

eels. Her raw, blistered ankles screamed in pai

Roxy out of t

t like a physical punch. The air was thick with the

r tray loaded with glasses. She

a wrinkled suit reached out and tried

er hips, dodging

grabbed a full martini glass an

nto the lace, chilling her sk

y a word. She grabbed a bar towel and

shoved a crumpled hundred-dollar bill into Alai

l so tightly it almost

sprinted into the back hallw

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e bathroom from bad pow

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r. "Get on the cart. The tip in the

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r ribs. That was enough to keep h

t," Alaina s

onto a heavy brass cart. The bottles cli

pushed it down the dark, narrow hallway t

of them patted her down roughly, checking

pushed the hea

light spilled out

thick smell of Cuban cigars immediately b

ing music from outside was gone. The only sound

miliar voice echoed from the leath

ld. Her spine stiffen

ew tha

quinted through the red haze, loo

used on the faces in the

to the edge of the glass table. The three