Four days. It’s only been four days and I’m no longer certain of who I am. Right and wrong, does such a thing exist in the corrupt world of the sexy billionaires Tobias Benton and Preston Lucas? I don’t believe they do. The call themselves superior. They call me their little lamb, and they make me do terrible things.
One contract. Two guys. Three players. Four strikes. Five rules. Six zeros. Seven days.
No safe words. Are you game?