Other men looked at her, grinding under the stage lights, and couldn’t see past their own lust. With one glance, I saw the truth behind Nikki’s eyes. Anger. Resentment. Hatred. She was in deep, trapped by a debt to the same illicit organization I had managed to escape. To her, my mere presence at Club Swank made me guilty by association. But I was willing to do whatever it took to prove I was nothing like them. Nikki wanted to be free, and I might be just the man to make that happen. After all, I had a bargaining chip I’d held onto for years. One that could buy her freedom… if I could keep us both alive long enough to use it.