MAYA

“Maya,” the madam’s voice sliced through the noise.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a night with that old man. Better get your ass some cash. Make sure you ride him well,” she said, her smirk sharp .

I only nodded, forcing my face blank.

“Good, good. Meet him at the driveway. Go fast now,” she added with a wave of her hand.

I shot Drey our usual signal look—the one that meant follow me but stay sharp. He caught it instantly.

I headed outside toward the driveway, heels ...