JoJo's POV
Make-up ✔️
Camera ✔️
Go live! 🎬
I click the red Go Live button on the I*******m app. Unsurprisingly, I have three thousand views increasing by the second. Dozens of reactions and comments flood my phone and I read a few,
Sandrakisme: What are you wearing gurlll💘💘 them lips be smokin'
Jainleo&san: Your make-up is super flawless Jojo😭😭😭 We need another facial routine🤧🤧🤧
Charle4twix: What u say Jo😜😜😜, a thousand bucks for one night, I tip well🥵🥵🥵
I swing my gaze to the camera on the top of the screen and slap on a wide smile.
Let's get this over with.
“Hey! It's your girl Jojo from the KMJ Gone Girls and next week we're hosting The POAT #partyofalltimes on our beach house out here on the West Coast to celebrate our last year in high school,”
The comments blow up with excited messages.
I fake a pouty look and reply a mention, “I'm sorry @Ariay, it's strictly invite-only.”
“Now, we want y'all in our party, so we're giving out a hundred slots to our top fans but…” I pause again.
“You just have to share this with twenty people and you're in,” I toss my hair to the side and give the camera a smoky look, “So you better get sharing...”
I end the livestream and fall backwards into my bed, my back hits the soft mattress and a soft sigh leaves me. Several minutes later, my phone rings beside me.
“What do you think you're doing?” a harsh voice demands.
The screen light dances in my eyes as I see Claire Eastwood on the caller ID.
“Wha… what?” I reply, clearly shocked, and press the record button.
“Oh, you heard me clear as day dumb bitch. You think you can bring your shallow content and stupid friends into my territory to do what you want?” I hear a cackle that sounds like a pecan bird choking on a piece of bone.
The bitch is green with envy.
Making sure I sound bewildered, I ask, “Claire Eastwood?”
“You know who I am bitch.”
“Of course I do.” I reply like she's the dummy, “Claire Eastwood, Queen of Sabbel High and cheerleader captain of the Sabbel Boars. Girlfriend to the team captain and king of Sabbel High Also… Second-rated teen influencer with over a million followers short of being the top, aren't you that Claire Eastwood?”
She growls into the phone, “You better watch your back, you and little musketeers ‘cause if you pigged-faced sluts think you can take what I— ”
I cut off her tirade, “It's already taken Claire, stop panting over it.”
I end the call and my phone rings again and I check the caller ID before answering, “Did you find anything?”
“He was either raised by a monk to explain his strict routines or he's onto us,” Mal responds, setting the camera on Kendrick's selfie stick so I can see them.
They're in a minivan with half a dozen computer screens set on top of a makeshift table and two chairs taking up half the space while takeout containers, empty pizza boxes, and energy drinks litter about. It's a huge mess.
“The weather here is horrible Jo, My skin is literally peeling off! I feel like a freaking reptile!” Ken grouses from the background, hunkered up like a yellow bunny.
Every inch of her skin is covered in yellow fabric, only her green eyes are visible and they seem to glow against all the yellow.
“Yeah, Russia isn't for the small of heart,” Mal teases Ken's small size–Ken is 5 '5–and she shoves her.
“Ow, take it easy kitty,” Mal says with a smirk.
“Take it back, Mal,” Ken says and pushes her again.
“We joined your live stream, Jo, you looked thirsty,” Mal compliments, subtly changing the topic.
Distracted, Ken turns to the screen, “Yeah, Jo that lipstick looks hot on you, what brand is it? When'd you get it?”
“Aunt Sherry— I mean Mom got it for my birthday.” I shift the subject, “Sooo… Claire Eastwood called.”
“What was she about?” Kendrick nibbles on her chapped lips.
“Nothing serious, just some threats and tantrums,” I say flippantly trying to ignore the way my heart thunders against my chest.
“Means we've got to move fast before she starts digging,” Mallory comments.
“What about the target?” I ask again, bringing us back to the business of the day.
“He leaves for the gym by 5 a.m. and returns by 10 a.m. with coffee and four bags of bagels. By 4 pm he goes to the club and returns before 3 a.m. the next day. It's the same every day.” Kendrick supplies.
“What about the club?”
“We're on it, my contact needs another day to get the fake pass ready,” Mal says with rare excitement.
Alarm bells flare as I ask, “What do you mean a 'fake pass'?”
“Dude, it's one of the VIP clubs his father owns,” Mallory says with too much excitement and I'm suddenly about the entire scheme.
“This is too risky…”
Ken toys with her hair, giving off her nerves, “What do you mean?”
“In middle school, there was a rumor that his father was part of the Russian Mob, it explained why he always had bodyguards following him around that first week of school.”
“That's crazy.” Mallory's eyes widen, “Like the real Mafia?”
“Yes, Mal, the ones with the guns and the knives and the axes and the katanas. You two should head back, we'll find another way.”
But Ken's shaking her head, “No way. I haven't spent a whole week in this freezing van with a broken heater just to give up halfway.” Mallory nods in agreement.
“What if he is unto you,” I worry.
“He's not that smart,” Mallory assures.
Kendrick peers into the screen, “We'll get the job done Jo, and be back next week like we planned so quit the worry brows,” she gestures to my wrinkled eyebrows which knot whenever I'm anxious.
“We're gonna be fine.” Mallory huffs.
I nod.
“Check-in time is over, we've got some stalking to do,” Mallory declares.
“Stay safe you two. Mal!” she turns to me with the question in her eyes and I lower my voice, “Take care of Ken, Malle...”
Mallory scowls at the nickname while Ken shouts, “I can take care of myself, Jo!”
“Don't miss us too much,” Mallory smirks and the line disconnects.
A week later, I'm lounging by the pool stretching for a tan in the overhead sun with my headphones on when two bodies crash into me, my headphones disappear, and I'm tossed into the lukewarm pool water that reeks of chlorine.
I screech like Jamie Lee's character from the original Scream movie and hear raucous laughter from the edge of the pool.
After flailing around for a minute, I find my balance and glower at them with the chlorine already pricking my eyes.
“You biches!!!”
JoJo's POV“I'm gonna murder you biches!!!” I yell at them, splashing around as my hands break the calm surface of the chlorinated water in slapping motions.My heart bursts at the sight of my two best buddies and I realize how quiet and lonely it'd been without them these two weeks. I missed these bitches.Mallory has taken position on my lounge chair and my headphones are now blasting some shit rock music while Ken tosses off her clothes, revealing a pale two-piece. She cries her excitement and jumps into the chlorinated water before I can stop her.“Mallory, you witch! Get out of my chair and drop my headphones!!!!” I yell like a Banshee while the bitch calmly tugs the headphones up and gives me a quizzical look, “You say something there?” She smirks and I want to wring her neck.I flip her off with two itchy middle fingers and she cracks up like the witch she is, a smile draws on my tight lips before she pops the headphones back on.Ken blubbers as she breaks through the water su
Jeremy's POVI take a bite of the red apple and watch the juice slide through my fingers down the length of my arm and on top of the pristine counter. I force myself to ignore it as the tic starts and I count backward in my head.1011, 1010, 1009, 1008…The silence of the moment is punctuated by teeth-crushing apple bits and the steady drip of apple juice.My phone buzzes and I glance at the notification.Unknown: WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID THAT NIGHTMy incisors bite sharply into the fruit, leaving a gaping hole in its place as the cell pings with another notification from unknown. I count before I read.999, 998, 997, 996…Unknown: WE HAVE PROOF I make a quick work of the fruit and toss it in the bin then find the kitchen rag and vigorously wipe the counter according to my counts before heading to my room. The apartment is silent until the phone buzzes again. My expression furrows and I remember I have a loose end to bind.Watching my mother die when I was eight broke something critical
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
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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
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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