Masuk"I'm sorry." Victor wipes his eye as his shoulders shake. "Pardon me, but this is just fucking crazy.""Yeah." I clench my fists inside my jacket pockets. "Fucking crazy.""So what do you say?" Pippa chimes in.The two of them stop laughing and focus back on me."I say you go to the Arsher mansion, find your target there, drag her out of his house, and make sure you keep our identity completely hidden while you do it."Victor raises an eyebrow. "And why should I do you that favor?""Because once you do that, I'll keep my mouth completely shut about what your men did to me two nights ago."Victor smiles again. “I'd love to thank you for the info, but you can't really do much about what happened. What're you gonna do? Call the cops on us?"The two of them burst out laughing again, their laughter almost tearing down the walls like total psychopaths. Honestly, it makes me want to vomit right on this clean desk. A man who owns a medical clinic where sick people come for help is acting li
"The Sterling Institute." My eyes squint at the bright lettering on the wall.My entire face is creased like an old piece of crumpled toilet paper. Yesterday, Pippa and I looked through her computer all day to find any medical offices in Vegas that were registered to Victor. Since his name appeared on the documentation here as Luthor’s silent partner, I’m sure I’m in the right place, but I’m getting sick just thinking about it."You sure we're in the correct clinic?""I'm sure of it." Pippa bumps my arm. "I double-checked the records, his name is recorded with Luthor. So yes, it is him.""Alright. Let's go then.”It takes fifteen miserable minutes of standing in a crowded lobby queue just to get past the front desk. My skin boils the whole time because I'm trying to get an appointment to speak with a gang-rape supporting son of a dog. When the nurse finally calls my name, we walk down a hallway and step into his private office, closing the door behind us.Honestly, he doesn't look
I slide the wrinkled twenty-dollar bill out of my purse and hold the cash out to the driver, just wanting him to take it so I can get away from the smell of my own sweaty body choking me inside this cab."Here's your money."He grabs the bill and shrugs. "Thanks, ma'am."I push the heavy door open and literally tumble out of the car. The cab pulls away with a loud exhaust sputter.It's already daybreak, right around 7:00 AM.The sun's coming up over the rooftops, making everything look annoyingly too bright and cheerful for how awful I feel.My jaw throbs where I got hit, and my wrists still have the red, sore marks.But I'm actually home. Well, Pippa's place, but it's the only actual home I have right now.My skin still feels totally crawled on from those guys putting their hands on me, and my brain's spinning fast trying to process how I almost got raped or killed in that horrible warehouse.I take one step toward Pippa's front porch, but my purse starts buzzing like crazy.I fumble
The second I step out of the Jeep, the early morning breeze cools down whatever's left on my face. At this point, I can't tell if it's sweat or tears.My legs are still unstable from being tied up for hours. The stones under my sneakers make crunching sounds as I move away from the car. The clearing is completely pitch black, light up only by Sienna's car tail lights. Tiffany's still vaping inside the car, so it's just me and this sickly looking monster.Sienna gets in front of me. She doesn't look like my savior. If anything, she looks like she dragged me all the way out here to finish me off."You need to shut your mouth, Diana. You need to shut it right now and keep it shut for the rest of your miserable life."I stare at her, everything in me flaring up, wanting to scream. "Are you serious right now? Huh? You almost got me killed! You almost got me ruined by those men because of your disgusting lies, and now you're telling me to shut up?"Sienna steps closer without blinking, he
Tiffany bursts out laughing beside me, but her laugh slowly morphs into a cough; she's choking on her smoke. Good for her. I can see Sienna in the mirror, laughing and shaking her head."It's Vegas, baby!" Sienna says. "You gotta watch your own back or someone's gonna do that for you.""Vivaaaa Las Vegas!" Tiffany screams, her eyes shut and abandoned in the leather seat as her right hand is fully stretched outside the open window. “Vivaaaa vivvvaaa Las Vega...!""Jesus Christ!" I drag her hand in immediately as a car speeds past us. A car that could have completely smashed Tiffany's right hand off."Oh my God!" she breathes out, resting her hand on her chest like it's suddenly a treasure she just realized she has. “Thanks. Thank you so much.""Are you crazy! Your hand could have been crushed. You gotta be careful!"She keeps gazing my way for a few silent minutes, her face softening. "You're... you're actually so sweet and kind. Thank you, Diana. I'll be careful next time.""Tiff,
Once our attention shifts to the door, the next thing I'm staring at is not a person. It's a hole. And it's not a normal hole. It's the black hole from a long, silver gun. The kind they call a pistol in movies.Time stops for a few seconds, and everywhere goes completely silent. It's silent enough to hear the man in front of me breathing. The gun is aimed at me. No, it's aimed straight at the man caging my legs. But it's not just the gun, it's the hand holding it. It's a female hand, small, with painted red nails.My eyes travel all the way up to the face and my breath slips. A loud, massive gasp of relief gushes out of me, even when it's not who I expected to see."Please! Please, you have to get me out of here!" I scream."That's exactly what I'm doing!" She snaps at me, pointing the gun further at the man on my lap. "If you move an inch. If you dare move a fucking inch from there, I swear I'll load you full of bullets," she warns him. "Hands up in the air where I can see the







