Coco's excitement crackled through her veins like electric current after speaking to Jasmine on the phone.
She had called instead of sending a text message, needing to hear the girl's voice to ensure it was truly Jasmine she had been speaking to, to confirm her accomplice hadn't somehow been compromised.
The confirmation sent a thrill through her chest, anticipation building with every passing second.
It wasn't difficult to get a gigolo, though the price was steeper than usual because this particular one had already been booked for another client.
The fact that he was bilingual made communication seamless, and Coco had readily made half payment without hesitation. As soon as the deed was done, she would add the balance, satisfied that her investment would yield the desired outcome.
Her heart soared when she stepped into the hotel room and saw Seraphine unconscious on the chair, head lolled to the side, limbs limp and unresponsive.
