The Death of a Call Girl (Unabridged‪)‬

I knew she was trouble from the first moment I saw her. She looked like an angel in that dress — a dress that no woman should ever wear to the ghetto.

Something was off, but I ignored all the signs. It's easy to do when you're thinking with your d**k.

Once I was inside, nothing else mattered. The angel is dancing with the devil, but I'm already in too deep. What's worse is she's dragging my sister into hell, too.

My heart is tied. Can I save them both before it's too late?

Previously published as Gabe.