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THE GAME BENEATH THE GAME

Author: Grace Pearl
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-18 21:32:22

NATHANIEL

She thought she was smart.

She thought I wouldn’t notice the way her eyes kept darting to my phone last night. The way her hand brushed my laptop a little too long when she thought I wasn’t paying attention.

But I have lived with liars. Slept beside them. I played with them. I am one of them.

I know what betrayal smells like.

And Sasha? She reeks of it.

When Rourke texted, it was short and to the point. "We need to meet. Now. Parking garage. Level D. Come alone."

It was the same tone he used the day I found out what Alina’s father left behind, the day I realized just how deep this game would go and how much of a fool she was..

I didn’t ask questions then and I am certainly not going to aka now. I drive.

He is already there, leaning against that shitty black SUV he refuses to upgrade even though I hae offered to buy him five. Leather gloves, hood up. Classic Rourke. Looks like a thug, moves like a snake.

“Problem?” I ask as soon as I step out. No greetings. We don’t do that
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