Beautiful Marnie Greene is the daughter of a millionaire. When their business plummets as strike and rebellion tears the company apart, Marnie is forced out on the streets, and becomes a prostitute to keep her family afloat. As she races through the ranks of the prostitution business, her father's rival, Holland Joaquin, hires her as a personal escort. When her parents learn of her new client, they force her to rob Joaquin, putting her life and many others in danger as she tangles with possibly the most dangerous man in the US.
Marnie walked through the white, marble halls of her Malibu home. She stepped into her father's study, drinking in the acrid smell of tobacco and old books.
"Hello Daddy," she sang, dancing to his large leather chair and leaned on it with her hip. He smiled at her, grabbing her hand.
"How was school, darling?" he asked, letting the smoke from his pipe rise into his face. She shrugged, staring at the roaring fire behind him. He chuckled softly and
rang a small golden bell on the table. A little African woman scuttled in quickly, dressed in a perfectly pressed maid uniform. She kept her eyes on the floor, waiting for
someone to give her instructions.
"Julie, prepare a few rooms, we're going to have guests," he said, rising from his chair. Mr. Greene towered over his sixteen-year-old daughter and the maid, balancing
the pipe between his pale lips. Julie nodded quickly and left as quickly as she came, her eyes remaining trained on the ground. Mr. Greene smiled softly, folding his
daughter's arm in his own as they walked out of the study and into the hall. They parted at Marnie's door, leaving her alone with the huge room with a view of a
private beach. She sighed, tossing her purse onto the couch at the foot of her king bed and flung herself across the bed.
"Hello, sweetie!" her mother called, floating into the room. Marnie glanced up, watching her mother's shiny red hair and ruby lips come closer. "How was school?"
"Fine," Marnie mumbled into the sheets, closing her eyes against the harsh spring May light. Mrs. Greene smiled, sitting besides her daughter and stroked her equally
bright, red hair.
"That's good to hear. Thomas is coming home today," she said softly.
Marnie shot into a sitting position. Thomas, her twenty-year-old brother had been away with the
army for the last year, training and fighting in Iraq. Although Mr. Greene had wanted him to stay home and learn to run the family business but he refused, instantly
joining the army and leaving home as soon as he got drafted.
"When?" Marnie asked.
"Any minute now. He called us from the airport right before you got home," Mrs. Greene replied. Marnie nodded and sprinted out of the room, racing towards the
main hall. As she ran, Marnie heard the loud doorbell ring and a large grin broke across her face. When she reached the top of the staircase leading down into the hall,
she saw Julie open the door and Thomas walk in. the small woman hugged him, welcoming him home as Marnie sprinted down the stairs, taking them two at a time.
"Tommie!" she shrieked, crashing into him. He laughed, wrapping his thick, muscled arms around her. She put her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly.
"How are you?" she asked breathlessly. He shrugged, ruffling her hair.
"Great, now that I'm home."
"No more new bullet holes?" she joked, poking his side. Thomas had been with the army for almost five years, but three years ago, he'd been sent home from bullet
injuries. His troop happened upon a drug smuggling gig and everyone opened fire. Thomas and three other men got caught in the crossfire. Out of the twenty-seven
there that night, eight were killed and three injured. Thomas stayed him for six months before leaving again, good as knew, tearing Marnie's heart apart once more.
He shook his head, putting an arm across her shoulders as he walked towards his old room. They passed the kitchens and the small gym, reaching the farthest room
on the first floor, with a door that opened onto the beach. Thomas nodded with satisfaction. No one touched the room since he'd left. The dumbbells remained in their
racks, the cloths gathering dust in the closet, the books on his desk and the blue bed covers spread over the large bed.
"Home sweet home," he chuckled, tossing the large military pack on to the ground and lay on the bed, much like Marnie had been moments earlier.
"How's school, squirt?" he asked, using her pet name. She groaned, lying next to him. They stared at his ceiling, studying the stars he'd drawn on the white paint,
much to Julie and their mother's annoyance when Thomas was in ninth grade. He'd passed through high school with a new obsession every year. Ninth grade;
astrology, tenth grade; baseball, eleventh grade; music (hence the guitar tucked in a black leather case beside his desk), and finally his senior year where he became
extremely interested in the military. Mr. and Mrs. Greene hoped it was another of his temporary obsessions but it soon became clear the military was where Thomas'
"You are the third person to ask me that today, and the only one to actually care." He smirked, pointing at a single star in the middle.
"Orion's belt," she said. Thomas nodded, letting his hand rest on his chest.
"What are you going to do?"
"What do you mean?" Marnie asked, flipping onto her side.
"With your life. What are you going to do for college?" he clarified. Marnie shrugged.
"I'm only in sophomore year. I have plenty of time to think," Marnie assured him, patting his hand. Thomas smiled, lifting himself off the sheets. Marnie rose too as a
knock came on the door. Mr. Greene stepped in, his pipe got and his hands carefully folded behind his back. Thomas' smiled drained from his face, and regarded his
father with a solemn expression.
"Father," he said stiffly.
"Thomas." Marnie looked cautiously between them, curling into a small ball on the bed. Thomas and Mr. Greene had gotten into fights before, physical fights, even
though Thomas refused to throw a single punch and Mr. Greene came out extremely winded.
"Would you two please join your mother and I in the living room? We have something serious to talk about." Mr. Greene spun on his heel and promptly strode out the
door, leaving the room emptier than before.
"What was that all about?" Marnie whispered. Thomas shrugged, holding his rough hand out to her. She grasped it, letting him pull her off the bed.
They walked slowly to the other end of the house. Mr. Greene faced the window, his broad back to both of them while Mrs. Greene sobbed on the couch.
"Daddy?" Marnie called. He turned and his face was pale. Paler than she'd ever seen, with his lips taunt and quivering.
"What's going on?" Thomas asked, sitting next to Mrs. Greene. Her make-up ran down her face, leaving streaks of black down her cheeks.
"There's been a slight development…"
"Daddy, stop you're scaring me," Marnie muttered, clasping her hands tightly across her lap. Mr. Greene sighed, running his large hands through his thinning hair
before speaking again.
"We're out of money. We have nothing left. The company crashed."