With the traffickers out of action, Angel would no longer be under the control of her own pimp. “Start with Bishop. Xnxx Silently, she stood, her head still lowered, and began to walk away from the couple. She closed her eyes. Dante’s stare never faltered from Angel as he added “he is part of our investigation.”
Angel tensed. “You think I wouldn’t notice?”
She didn’t respond. His finger brushed her cheekbone, where a small bruise was forming; a gift from a client earlier that night. Even if he couldn’t help her out of this mess, a familiar face was something she could settle for. “He’s a pimp.”
Angel shot Dante a glare. Not since the shooting last winter. She worked at the club each night for long hours, desperately trying to earn enough money to be allowed to come home.
