Loud, obnoxious banging. I blinked several times and tried to focus my eyes enough to see what time it was. I peeked at the time on my cell phone and groaned. It was near three thirty in the morning, and the only person I’d expect to knock on my front door at that time, or anytime, was Vince, and...
The sheets were soft, and the room was quiet. Heaven. Of course, I would’ve been happier had it been a suite at the Wynn, or God forbid, the fucking Maguire, but it was within my budget, clean, and home. After a quick shower, I got to work on my plan. I’d barely hit the bed before I passed out th...