"I don't think we should keep doing that, Gigi," I say as we get into our room.My feet are already sore from standing for hours, serving Ma Alysson’s impatient customers.I throw my bag on the floor and start pulling off my shoes. “I’m talking about the tracker.” I continue.She already fixed it to Lance’s car, and it’s been eating at me.Gigi yawns, then pulls her top off, like she didn't hear me.“I need fruit juice," she mumbles. Walking straight to the freezer, not even caring that her breasts are out. I follow her to the freezer, still feeling uneasy.“Gigi, how do we get it out?!” I ask, my voice a little too loud. She grabs a juice box, pokes the straw in, and turns to me. “You know what’s funny, Mona? This was your damn idea,” she says, slurping like she has no care in the world.She’s right. I’m the one who wanted this. I was obsessed with Lance. The way he knows things, appears out of nowhere when I need him. It drives me mad not knowing how or why. But now… now I feel
“It smells like old piss and sweat inside this place.” Gigi yells at the cop that just locked us in, her face scrunched in disgust.My skin is popping with goosebumps, looking at the stained bench and brown stained walls, I could get a skin infection if I get too comfortable.I stand beside Gigi, hugging myself, trying not to gag at the stench coming from everywhere inside the cell.Regret clawing at my sanity.“What are we supposed to do without our phones?” I ask, pacing the tiny space inside the cell.My feet are already sore from standing, despite having a bench to sit on.“Gigi…” I whisper, my voice tight in my throat. “What if they don’t let us out tonight?”She sucks her teeth, crossing her arms. “Then we rot in here, I guess.”My heartbeat spikes at her response.I turn to look at her. “Be serious.”“I am,” she says. “They have our phones, we can't get help. Heck I don't even think Oliver knows where we are.”I stomp my feet in frustration, swallowing the lump forming in my th
Ramona’s POV"Okay, we're here," Oliver says from the front seat.I slowly lower the tinted glass and peek outside.The concert venue is wild. Bright lights flash across the crowd. People are standing around, swaying to the music, some screaming. I can feel the bass vibrating through the car. Bouncers stand by the entrance with arms crossed, scanning the area like watchdogs.My own heart is thumping really hard too, but for a different reason. I don’t know what I’ll find tonight. If I see Lance, will it make me hate him or love him, more than I already hate him and love him?"I think we should head in," Gigi says casually, chewing her gum like this whole thing is no big deal."No! We can’t," I blurt.“Why? We came here to peek through tinted glass like creepy exes?”I look at her, unsure. Gigi doesn’t raise her eyes, she’s focused on her phone. “This is exactly where Mark’s location pinged. So Lance might be here… or at least his car.” she says.My stomach drops. My palms go swea
The metal drawer groans open as the morgue assistant slides it out. The room smells like bleach and dead bodies.I step closer, heart pounding. My eyes fix on the dark zipper stretched across the black body bag. My fingers reach out, and grab the zipper, pulling it down slowly.The screeching sound clawing at my tense nerves.Then I see Damian, and my soul drops through my body.His face is pale like chalk. His lips slightly parted, as if he had one more word on his tongue before the bullet took him. The hole in his skull is clear and brutal, dried blood staining the side of his head like a stamp.I stare at his face. The stillness. The silence. The weight of it all drops on my chest.My jaw tightens, and pain leaks out of my eyes.Drew stands quietly beside me, his arms folded. Seething.My heart explodes with rage.“I’m gonna kill him,” my voice is low, and raw.“I’m gonna fucking kill him, Drew!” I choke. “I swear to God, I’m gonna bury that motherfucker!”“Lance,” Drew says, h
Ramona’s POV“I met with Mark last night,” Gigi says, her legs crossed on the bed, opening her box of French fries.“He said I should come apologize for kicking him in the balls on Saturday night.”I throw my head back laughing. “You did that?”“Yes,” she says proudly, tossing the fries in her mouth. “While you were busy making googly eyes at Lance. He deserved it.”I blink at her. “Gigi!”She shrugs like it’s nothing. “How dare he say no to me?”I turn my head slowly to her, grinning. She catches my look. “What?”And then we both burst into laughter, our legs knocking into each other on the mattress.She pulls out her phone and hands it to me. “So... while I was there... I shared his location.”I blink and my mouth drops open. “What?!”“Mm-hmm,” she says, smiling now.“Mark’s always stuck to Lance like a side mirror. If we follow Mark, we follow Lance.”I snatch the phone from her and stare at the blinking blue dot. “Gigi. You’re so smart.”“Don’t gas me,” she says, snatching her ph
Lance's POV My head is pounding. Like someone smashed a brick against my skull.Everything’s blurry, I blink a couple of times, but it’s still hazy. My mouth is dry, and my back fucking hurts. Where the hell…?Last thing I remember, I got down from the plane early this morning.Got a business call before dawn. I was still in bed with her.Couldn't bring myself to say it to her face, so I wrote her a note and left it on the bedside.Because if I looked her in the eyes and saw one single tear? I’d break. Fucking coward.Now I don’t even know where the fuck I am.I try to move but I can’t.My hands are behind me. Tied. My ankles too.I’m strapped to a chair like some cheap hostage in a…“What the f—?”My voice is low and my throat is dry as a desert.“How the hell did I get here?”I look around. The room’s dark with small windows bringing in a little bit of light.I look out the window, and from what I gather, it's already evening.God knows how long I've been sleeping here like dead