Saturday. Hostel. London, United Kingdom.
VALENTINO COUNTED OUT THE cash again. It was all there. Both her down payments had come through without a problem.
Ten grand wasn't enough.
The doc wanted more.
She really was going to have to go through with one of these jobs.
Oh, she'd do them both because the Eros name was too good to tarnish and she didn't need more trouble on her plate. She just wished she didn't have to do this.
If only she'd planned better.
Even just having a dinner Viggo would have been happy with would have prevented them from being ambushed at the door. They'd have been forced to move again, but at least he wouldn't be recovering from surgery.
There was no sense bemoaning the past. If she was going to do that, there were a lot worse things to cry about.
She pocketed the money and gathered her things. She wouldn't be coming back here.