My fiancé, Don Luciano Carbone, and my best friend, Maya, never got along. They fought every time they met. But just before my wedding, I found out they’d been sleeping together for a long time.Today, Maya flew in from Miami for my last week of freedom.She’d chopped her hair. Short, black, and rebellious.Leather jacket, ripped jeans, and the same old pair of Doc Martens.She was an anarchist in my world of etiquette and order. But she was my best friend.We ordered takeout on her phone, ready for a girls' night in.But when she went to shower, her phone buzzed on the couch. The screen lit up.I glanced over, thinking it was the food delivery notification."Catherine, can you see who it is?" Maya called out.But it wasn't a delivery app on the screen.It was a text.From: King of Spades[Game on. My weapon's ready for you tonight.]My hand froze over the screen.That nickname… Fucking weird.But what was weirder? The contact was pinned to the top.The phone buzzed again.This time, i
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