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 the night before, so I had to hustle up and get shit done. I was on a time limit. Money was tight, and I didn’t know what I would face trying to get where I needed to go. I had to focus on getting some money, and there was the easy way, or the hard way. I was pushing hard. I’d been done dirty, and it was time to clean up. Flynn wanted to keep tabs on me? Fine. I was ready to pay him a visit. He owed me, and I was going to collect. The hard part was how that was going to go down. I wasn’t stupid enough to think he would just give me what I wanted; I’d been there, done that with him. I had to outsmart him to get my way. For all I knew, Flynn had moved on to some other chick. It wouldn’t have surprised me in the least.
