Chapter Fourteen: A Meeting With The Bishop
When Angel woke, Emily was already gone. Xxnx She wasn’t even a partner. He kissed her neck, murring into the crevice there, his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. “Is the paper here yet, babe?”
Angel silently retreated to the front door to check. He could beat her, rape her, sell her, curse at her, kick her out of the house, but he could never intimidate her. He was very muscular, a visible report of his years of daily workouts. “Why would he send you? Angel turned her back to the three of them as she finished switching out the dishes in the dishwasher. No one is going to be saved from ourselves. Why else would it even exist? He was one of the few pimps that the cops could never bust.
