Jeremy's POVUnknown: This video will go viral if you don't do what is required of you (sent video clip)Me: What do you want?Unknown: Isn't it obvious…Me: You'd have to be more specific.Unknown: We want you Jeremy Vongov.Me: You know who I am then??Unknown: Jeremy Vongov the elusive bastard heir of Russian Businessman, Maxim Vongov rumored to have blood ties with the Russian mob.Me: Then you know my father is a man to be feared, no?Unknown: We know that and more.Me: Enlighten me.After a long pause, three dots appear on the screen and I smile to myself.Unknown: We wouldn't want to bore you with mundane details of the contact.Me: Yes, the two drunk girls stupid enough to bug us, I take it they're your 'contact'Unknown: Your concern is with the video we just sent because one click and your father's empire is ashes.Me: You think you can get away with this?Unknown: Jeremy Jeremy Jeremy, you know this isn't time for threats, especially not from you.Me: You should run while y
JoJo's POV Ken and I peer into the burner phone, “What's with the burner?” “Activating Stage Two.” Mal: WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID THAT NIGHT Jeremy Vongov doesn't reply so Mallory shoots him another text. Mal: WE HAVE PROOF Still no reply, Ken takes the phone from Mallory, “Let me, I'll rile him up a little.” Ken: This video will go viral if you don't do what is required of you (sent video clip) “Why would you send him the video? you just played our trump card in the first round!” I yell. “So, he knows we're not messing around!” She yells back. Three dots appear, “Told you it'd work,” she smirks. Jeremy Vongov: What do you want? “WhatdoIsay WhatdoIsay?” Ken whispers like he can hear us, her anxiety spiking through the roof. “Oh hi there! Jeremy Vongov, we stalked you for a few days because we need your help to take down a common enemy… okay, not exactly common because you don't care about Kingston… actually you don't care about anyone but he cares about you, he sees you as h
Seven Hours to #POAT… I enter the dingy breakfast diner and spot Junnev sitting in the far corner facing the parking lot. I slide onto the faded crescent-shaped leather cushion opposite him, noticing his pinched expression. “What?” “The food here's lousy, Kila,” He shoves at the tray of chips, giving it the stink eye. “Oh, what a tragedy,” I reply with a hand to my chest and mock concern on my face. “Fucking prick.” A dry chuckle escapes me and a few heads veer in our direction. Malakai strides in two minutes later and there's a storm brewing in his eyes as he settles beside Junnev. Junnev looks at him, “What's with the sour look?” “Did you trace the link?” I ask. “I tried to hack into their firewall but the bitch locked me out.” He looks pissed. “Bitch?” “The encryption was a tragic love story and before I could figure that out, she locked me out.” He complains, “Only a wild bitch or some lovesick fuck would think that shit up.” “The blackmailers must be those girls,” J
Jeremy's POV Malakai is the party playboy who throws the wildest parties in school history. He's the free spirit who's friends with everyone and can see inside everyone's dirty locker. Literally. He's also the renounced son of Jimmy Falconer– leader of the Scottish Mafia. Junnev is the football team's Co-captain so he has a default pass into Kingston's circle, plus his girlfriend's friends with Kingston's girl–Claire Eastwood. He was one of the spies my father sent to monitor me. Meanwhile, I'm the billionaire bastard Slash Genius Artist. Leaving the bluster to Justin and his boys, I'm the elusive brat who the females swoon for whenever I pass by. They leave presents in front of my workshop like I'm some stray they're trying to tame. It’s irritating but if it gets Kingston blowing off his rockets then I'll allow it. Yes, I have an entire classroom to myself, a space I utilize for my guilty pleasure–sculpting–courtesy of my father's generous donation to Sabbel. My Father watches m
JoJo's POV Five Hours to #POAT… He doesn't know. He doesn't know. He doesn't know… I repeat the mantra, squeezing my eyes shut as the scalding water pelters down on my pale skin. Suddenly, his dark eyes are all I can see and I feel them staring at me with undisguised contempt. I stifle a shudder, grab the body wash, squirt a generous amount on the loofah and vigorously scrub at my skin, hoping my conflicted emotions leaves with the smell of rain as I rinse off. I lift my face to the hot spurts coming from the shower head and his hot breath is on my face, whispering into my ears. A whimper escapes my lips before I can stop myself and I immediately turn off the tap and step out of the foggy bathroom. “Nope, not going there.” I scold my treacherous body, “Jeremy Vongov is a psychopath slash serial killer in the making–pfft, so what he's hotter than sin even when he's throwing a death glare,” An heat of his tongue running over my face and the coldness of his tongue piercing has
JoJo's POV We spend the next two hours drawing up different strategies to get Jeremy Vongov where we want him— a compromising position with Ken that'd spread dating rumors like wildfire. “Ken, you'll pick him from the crowd and take him to the kissing booth then you'll show him the video and negotiate—” “What if he tries to kill her when they're locked in the kissing booth.” I protest and they turn to me with a look of confusion. “He can't kill me in public, Jo, and besides we've got our black belts,” Ken jokingly assures me. Yeah and look how well that worked for me. I shrug at her words. “He can't touch her, not with our leverage over him and we'll be outside just in case,” Mallory concludes. My nerves are all over the place. I'm not so sure about the plan anymore because the sick feeling in my stomach is back and it's making my heart pitter-patter all over my chest. Should I spill what happened or should I suck it up and stick to the plan? I shake my head, drawing curiou
Jeremy's POV Her reaction is blanched with shock as I pull her head out of the water, giving her five seconds to catch her breath before plunging her head in. Her red hair forms a crimson halo, flouncing around my hand as she thrashes around in the water. I stare, transfixed at the ethereal image. I pull her back, studying her facials as she coughs, sputters out water, and tries to pool in large gulps of air at the same time. “You aren't helping, Dian.” She glares at me through wet blue contacts, “My name is Josephine—” I plunge her head back into the water and shake it for good measure then I toss a towel into the water. She gets the message and her hands scramble for the piece of cloth, scrubbing off the make-up and contacts in record time and taps on the tub but I give her another ten seconds before pulling her out. Her loud gasp echoes as her head is whipped out of the tub, tremors racking through her body. I study her pale features. “Crimson strands, Porcelain skin, Dark
Jeremy's POV I was eleven the first time I'd noticed her. The Parent Teacher Meeting had come with a shitty weather that Saturday afternoon and Grandma continuously squeezed my hands as the teachers sang my praises about my unrivaled IQ while subtly griping about my social life or lack thereof. Belleville, a teacher amongst the rest, had been expressing her grief at not pushing me hard enough to get with the other kids to which Grandma responded with a patronizing nod. I sighed my boredom at the shameless ass-licking Belleville was putting on as my eyes roamed lazily until they landed at a figure beyond the door. She wasn't the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen but there was something about her, something about her eyes, even with the huge round glasses, they were different. As I looked into their brown depths, a weird deja vu feeling knocked into me. It made the hairs on my nape stand straight. I stared at her but she wasn't looking at me, she was drooling at Justin Kingston,