The man smirked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me over. Up close, he smelled like cheap whiskey and sweat. The tattoo on his arm looked like some kind of snake curling toward his shoulder. He was taller than Daniel, broader too, with a scar just above his left eyebrow. “Name it? Alright. But money ain’t the only thing I’m after tonight.”
I swallowed hard. “What do you mean?”
He reached past me and locked the door with a soft click. The sound made my stomach drop. “Saw you two on the train. Real show you put on. Thought it was hot at first. Then I figured, why not get something out of it?” He pulled his phone from his back pocket and waved it in front of me. The screen lit up with the video. Even in the low light, I could see myself clearly enough on my knees, head moving, Daniel’s h
