Masuk“We have a problem in the northern district. One of our warehouses has been compromised. A shipment was intercepted before it reached its destination, and the people responsible have refused to return what belongs to us.”“What was taken?”“Documents. Money. Something more valuable than both.”I glanced at the two men.“What’s that?”My father picked up a folder and slid it across the desk.“An access ledger. It contains the names of several people who have been moving money through our accounts without authorization.”I opened the folder.There were photographs, transaction records, and a list of names. Some were unfamiliar. Others belonged to men I’d met during the past few days.Then I saw one name that caught my attention.Sergei Antonov.I looked up.“Interesting.”My father watched me carefully. “You recognize the name?”“He’s the man who signed the release for Viktor’s missing shipment.”The room went quiet.The stranger shifted in his seat.My father slowly closed the folder.
“Ava,” Mom warned gently.I turned to her. “You know Delphine. You’ve known her for years. She’s practically family. You’re telling me you haven’t even tried to find out where she is?”My mother put her tablet aside.“Sometimes, people have problems that are better left alone.”“That doesn’t make any sense.”“Not everything is yours to understand.”I let out a frustrated laugh. “So that’s it? You’re just going to pretend the people next door have disappeared and tell me to mind my business?”Dad leaned forward.“Listen to me carefully. Whatever is happening with that family has nothing to do with you. I want you to stay away from them.”“Why?”“Because I said so.”I hated that answer.It was the kind of answer adults gave when they wanted children to stop asking questions. But I wasn’t a child, and this wasn’t some meaningless argument about curfew.“Is Zane in trouble?” I asked.Neither of them answered.My stomach tightened.“Is he?”Mom looked down at her hands.That was all the co
"Former boyfriend, then.""Ashley!"She dissolved into laughter.I threw the popcorn at her.She shrieked, ducking as pieces scattered across the bed.For a few minutes, we were just ourselves again. Two girls making a mess of my bedroom, laughing too loudly, and arguing over absolutely nothing.I had missed that.I had missed feeling like my life was something other than a collection of things I'd lost.When we finally calmed down, Ashley climbed under the blanket beside me and reached for the remote."Can we watch something that doesn't involve a woman crying over a man?"I turned to her."You're the one who picked this movie.""I didn't know the woman was going to cry for forty-five minutes.""Sounds familiar."She gasped.I grinned."Too soon?""You're a horrible person.""And yet you love me.""Unfortunately."She scrolled through the streaming options until she found a comedy. I settled against the pillows, and for the first time that evening, I felt the tension in my shoulders
Chapter Eighty One - The Guy We’re Not Talking AboutAva"I'm just saying, Ava, that man is ridiculously attractive."I pulled the blanket over my head."Go to sleep, Ashley.""No, because you weren't there looking at him the way I was.""I was literally there.""Emotionally, you were traumatized. Your eyes weren't working properly."I dragged the blanket down and glared at her.Ashley sat cross-legged on my bed, wearing one of my oversized T-shirts and a pair of shorts she'd stolen from my wardrobe. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and she had a bowl of popcorn resting in her lap. She looked far too comfortable for someone who had invited herself to sleep over and spent the last twenty minutes talking about a man I barely knew.Saint.Apparently, saving me from an aggressive stranger at a party had earned him a permanent position in Ashley's imagination."He's not that attractive," I said.Ashley stopped chewing.Then she slowly lowered the popcorn bowl."Excuse me?"I rolled ont
I stared at him."Move.""Why don't you calm down and have a conversation with me?""Why don't you learn what the word no means?"His expression changed.It was quick, but I saw it. The amusement drained away, leaving something uglier beneath it.He reached for my arm again.I jerked away."Don't touch me.""You're making a scene.""Then move out of my way."He grabbed my wrist.Hard.Pain shot through my arm, and I tried to pull free."Let go of me!"He tightened his grip."Stop acting like a bitch."My heart began to pound.The music was loud enough that no one in the next room could hear us clearly. I glanced toward the kitchen entrance, hoping someone might notice, but a group of people had crowded around the doorway."Get your hands off me," I snapped.He pulled me toward the back door."Come outside. We can talk without you making a spectacle of yourself.""I'm not going anywhere with you!"I twisted my arm, trying to break his grip. He swore and caught my other wrist.For one t
Ava"I said no, Ashley.""And I said you're going."I stared at my best friend through my bedroom mirror as she sat cross-legged on my bed, scrolling through her phone like she hadn't just volunteered me for an evening of social interaction I desperately didn't want."I have cheer practice tomorrow.""So do I, and somehow I'm still capable of attending a party tonight.""Congratulations. Do you want a certificate?"Ashley looked up. "You know what your problem is?"I returned to applying lip gloss. "I have a feeling you're going to tell me.""You've been acting like a widow for weeks."My hand froze.Ashley immediately softened her expression. "Ava...""Don't.""I'm not saying you should be over him.""Then what are you saying?""I'm saying you can't keep doing this to yourself. You wake up, go to class, lead cheer practice, come home, and either sit in your room or go to the ice rink. That's your entire life now.""Sounds peaceful.""It sounds depressing."I put the lip gloss down ha







