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but it didn’t mean I had to give them my dignity. My money? Fine. My pride—no way.
    Walking into that building always gave me the chills. It was one of those modern designs with sleek lines and shiny chrome. It was cold, desperate for some soul to be pumped into it. There were no signs, no outward or obvious distinguishing clues as to what kind of business it was or who was doing business there, and it drove me crazy.
    Aside of busting my ass trying to come up with the ransom for my dad, I’d also done my homework. I worked tirelessly trying to figure out who was holding him, trying every angle in order to get a leg up on them and their intentions. I came up empty every time. Whoever it was, they were good. There was nothing, not one clue.
    “ Miss King. You’re late.”
    Vince grabbed my elbow and pulled me toward him, a kind reminder to shut my mouth. The goon that greeted us scowled, nodding toward the elevator. We followed quietly, riding up to the tenth floor, same as every Saturday. It was a dull routine, one I was getting sicker of every time I had to do it.
    He led us into the room, and the man behind the desk waved us to take a seat. He stared at us for a moment, and I made sure I straightened my spine, chin up. I wasn’t going to let them see that they intimidated me, even though they did.
    They were dangerous, and I wasn’t dumb enough to pretend they couldn’t hurt me. I was sure they could. Their guns were visible, and they made no qualms about their display.
    The man, Sullivan, cleared his throat, leaned across the table on his elbows, and gave me a wicked smile. “So, Miss King, I hope you have what we agreed on last week.”
    I nodded, my face neutral and calm, and reached into my purse to retrieve the envelope. “It’s all here. Fifteen thousand.”
    His eyebrows rose, and I smiled as I handed it over. I could tell he was surprised, and I really wanted to tell him to eat shit.
    “ I’ve been a busy girl, Mr. Sullivan. Now, I want to see my dad.”
    He pulled the envelope from my hands and emptied it onto the table. “Count this out, Milo. Make sure it’s all there. Danny, get the video ready.”
    The men scuttled around, counting money and pushing the DVD into the player on the table. I squeezed my hands together tightly to stop the shaking. I never knew what to expect. Proof of life did not guarantee my father would be in one piece, and each week, I could see him getting weaker and weaker.
    “ It’s all there, boss.”
    Sullivan nodded, then smiled. “Good job, Janie. Your father would be proud, wouldn’t he? His daughter whoring herself out to get his lying ass out of debt. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”
    I glared at him from across the table. “Screw you,” I snapped.
    Vince grabbed my arm again to stop me from lunging at him, and the bastard laughed.
    “ I bet you’re worth every penny.”
    He smiled salaciously and I shuddered with disgust. He was vile, sickening. He was on a power trip—all men like him were. I knew better—he was nothing but a grunt doing a coward’s job.
    I turned my anger into a smile and leaned forward, giving him enough of a view to make him wish he could touch me.
    “ You bet I am. Too bad you couldn’t afford me, jerk-off. You’ll just have to stroke that pencil dick of yours alone.”
    His eyes went dark and he leaned back, snapping his fingers. “Kill the tape. It seems Miss King will be leaving us without viewing today.”
    Vince groaned, and I knew he was going to let me have it as soon as we left the room. I wanted to protest, but showing the jerk that he’d gotten to me was more than he deserved, so instead, I stood, adjusted my boobs, and tossed my hair over my shoulder.
    “ I trust your boss has enough sense to keep him alive. I may be a whore, but you are well aware of the men I keep company. I’m sure they’d hate to hear about you harassing their best girl, don’t you think?”
    His nostrils flared and his