Hot Pink Heels (The Street Series) by Adrienne Dawn Read Free Book Online

“problem,” and if she was lucky, she might be able to find a little place far enough away from Billy’s streets to keep her out of his filthy clutches for good.
    The other issue at hand was that if she wanted to get into the escort service, she knew she’d need a wardrobe adjustment. Her current three sets of clothing were barely enough to completely clothe her body if she wore them all at the same time, and the escort service requi red attire a bit more “discreet.” The outfit she’d taken from Laura was hardly appropriate attire for either job.
    Some guys honestly just wanted a pretty date on their arm for the evening, and she was more than willing to dress up and play nice if it meant more money, less bruises , and, let’s face it, less health risks.
    First things first, Amanda . Gathering the money, she stuffed it into the bottom of her faded green duffel bag and shoved her favorite sleep shirt plus her “hooker boots” in on top of Melanie’s t-shirt and jeans before pulling the drawstring tight. In her sparsely furnished bedroom, she pulled the chain for the single bulb dangling from the ceiling before moving to the closet. The familiar roaches scattered from the light, giving her more reason to celebrate her move.
    She felt along the inside edges of the closet for the piece of wood she’d loosened. “Ouch!” She gasped when she felt the sharp point, but she smiled in victory as she pulled the small piece of wood away from the molding. A thin silver necklace dropped into her open hand and she slipped it into the little pocket of her miniskirt before sticking her finger in her mouth to nurse the injured digit.
    The necklace was the only thing she’d saved from her former life and the only reason she still had it was because she’d been wearing it the day she’d been robbed at the bus station. It had been a gift from her grandma for her sixteenth birthday, and it still meant a lot to her, although she had no idea if her Grandma Rosie was even still alive.
    Let’s move, girl. Time to get out of this hellhole and into another , she sighed inwardly before carefully replacing the wood. Amanda didn’t touch anything else in the apartment after scooping up her duffel bag. She wanted it to look like she was still living here, because maybe it would give her just a bit of a head start when Billy came looking for her.
    The other girls wouldn’t know what had happened, and to save face, Billy would concoct some tale about her disobedience that would have them believing the worst about her fate. She felt bad that she couldn’t at least tell Whitney the truth , but the less Whit knew, the better chance she had of being safe from Billy’s fists when he came looking for Amanda. She’d been the closest thing to a friend that Amanda had had in the past two years.
    The cha nces were slim that Billy’s baboon-faced friends were up at this time of the day, but it was getting close to noon and she knew she’d run into them if she didn’t get going. No reason to wait around, Amanda . She walked to the door, opened it, and refused to look back into the rooms she’d called home for nearly two years.
    Crossing the street and darting around the corner , she breathed a sigh of relief but kept moving quickly. She needed to be several blocks away before she could completely relax.
     
     
    Jack son looked down at his hands, remembering how small Amanda’s wrists had looked when he held them. Right before that crazy girl kissed me , he thought, attempting to clamp down on the memory of her body pressing close to his.
    He’d taken the car to get it detailed before returning it to Harry, the lead pastor. Harry would’ve been in for a shock if he’d asked how Jackson’s run went the night before. He knew Jackson had been heading to that area of town to invite homeless people and street girls to the new church they were starting a few blocks away, but Jackson was strangely silent when Harry questioned him on whether the