7
Olivia
The bar’s entrance wasn’t on the street but down a dark, nasty alley that reeked of garbage, piss and cigarette smoke. It was like every other shithole Jimmy Steel had made me walk into. I knew he sold drugs at better establishments than this. Upscale restaurants downtown. Salons. Spas. Anywhere people with money were used to getting what they wanted. That was the way the world worked. How it had always worked.
I had figured, after my second “job” for Jimmy the Asshole, that he sent me to places like this because he enjoyed getting me dirty. I looked so sweet and innocent on the outside. It was true, appearances were deceiving. I did everything I could to live a simple, uncomplicated life because the alternative—this—was never going to happen.
Then there was my brother and the
