"I don’t like the idea of my girl stripping, Iris,” my boyfriend Steven says, glaring at me with his arms crossed. “It’s disgusting and impure. And I need my girl to be pure.” Steven is my college sweetheart – we’ve been dating for nine months, even though he’s graduated. He's very disciplined and

I stare at the two men in shock, clutching the money to my chest. “What – what the hell are you talking about!?” “Your little boyfriend,” the smaller guy says, sneering and pushing Anthony away when he tries to get to my side. “He sold you to Don Bonetti as part of his debt.“ “What!?” I shout, j

I scream again, covering my head and ducking down as low as I can go, my feet drifting over the back seat and kicking the Mafia King in the thigh – “Fucking go, Frankie!” the Mafia King shouts, “they’re on our god damn tail!” “Get down!” the Mafia King shouts, ducking and throwing his body over

“Well,” he says with a little smirk, “I knew immediately that it was you, even when the DJ introduced you as Bambi.” A shocked little laugh stumbles from my mouth, and then I can’t help it – I tilt my head back and laugh harder. “I can’t believe you found me in the strip club, Christian,” I murmur

Iris – she had been astonishingly sexy. She had had the kind of power on stage that brings men to their knees. But the naïve way she handled it? Christian has to assume that Iris has no idea what she really has going on. After all, Iris had always been cute, but she’d always been a little too ch