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JaxHe flipped through it some more. The name Xavier appeared on every page. So, Mr. Douchebag is named Xavier.Chills disrupted his thoughts. “I think it’s funny that she took everything but left her diary. Or is it funny?”“No, it’s not funny.”“I’m saying, man. I don’t think it’s a coincidence.”He turned more pages and Xavier’s name decorated more sheets. The whole diary had been dedicated to their love affair.“Maybe she left it for you,” Chills offered.He looked up from the book. “Why would she do that?”“As a clue.”“Clue?” He wasn’t usually this slow, but Jax wasn’t in the business of taking relationship advice from a guy wearing leather in ninety-eight-degree weather. “Why are you saying it’s a clue?”“Because she’s gone, man. And no letter.”“She could’ve gone on a trip.” he closed the diary and held on to it. “Hmmm. But what trip? She was supposed to be going to some yacht parties with her friends. Nothing more than that.”“She told you this?” Chills asked.“No, I have so

Mia’s DiaryOn the day I met Xavier, everything changed. He was a man of games. Twisted mind fucks. And mental mazes that wound and turned into dead ends. That summer, the Madder Hatter’s museum hosted an elaborate masquerade ball, inviting all of DC’s top socialites. Off for the summer from college, my best friend Sylvia invited me to stay with her for a month and come to the ball.Two serious book nerds, we’d challenged each other to take a break from the books and have flings this summer.The moon glowed over us as hundreds of masked men and woman elegantly strolled toward the Madder Hatter. There’d been a long line of cars waiting to unload guests. We’d spent that car-wait downing some lovely glasses of champagne. After a good half an hour, Sylvia and I had finally stumbled out of the limo and slurred wicked things to each other as we navigated the crowd and headed to the entrance. For the ball, we’d worn these huge gowns. White draped me. While Sylvia boasted a lovely pink ge

Mia's diary Slowing my breaths, I focused on anything but Xavier.There was so much color. The artist had used wildlife as their canvas and organized the flowers in perfect harmony. Pale yellow tulips dotted bright violets. Silver foliage lifted the drama. With each step, fields of pastels darkened into bolder colors.My heart skipping, I continued over the bridge and slowly walked by him. But not before heat swelled inside of me with each step. And in the few seconds, where I was right in front of him, he pierced me with his gaze. Those hazel eyes glittered from the shadows of his mask and a low groan left his lips.No. He didn’t moan. He. Did. Not. Moan. That would be just crazy. Stop imagining things, Mia. I need water. That’s all it is.I forced myself not to look over my shoulder as I walked over the bridge. Sylvia was still nowhere in sight. I searched the sea of people, yet her bright pink mask and gown didn’t stand out.Two glass figures stood on the other side of the bridge

XavierEverything was coming along.It took several more minutes of arguing, but Mia let him take her to the hotel. So smart, she remained in disbelief. He knew her fingers itched to call Jax and figure this out. At the bare minimum, she would want to help him mourn his brother. Xavier could see that grief all over her face as he drove her to St. Luxe Hotel. That was why he loved her. She cared more than she should. She was his moral compass at times.This is working out just fine. She remained behind him as he paid the front desk and gave them his card. Glancing over his shoulder again, he caught her fingering her phone but knew she wouldn’t call Jax around him. They can’t talk yet. It must be on his terms.Sadness crept on the edges of her eyes.As they walked toward the elevator, Xavier laughed when he looked at the hotel room and showed it to her. “How are you?”Silence came back. She just walked by his side. Xavier extended his hand to grab hers, taking it slowly and not want

Xavier One of the main ways he made money was negotiating secret billion dollar deals. Ones that the rich wanted out of the public eye and handled in the sewers of the nation’s capital. Wealth gave the wrong people power and they enjoyed it so much, they refused to compete on a leveled playing field. They kept the broke poor and kept political power tight in their hands. Xavier made sure dirty politicians did bad things. He helped trigger terrorist attacks to incite public support for war. And during the wars, he sold weapons to countries on both sides. He rigged races and made sure the powerful continued to dominate and the rich kept on rising.It was a family business. One that Xavier despised to his very core. But it was always that family part of the business which made him unable to look away.If not for the man he called his father, Xavier would’ve died on the streets. If not for his business, he would’ve never had the money and experiences that he enjoyed on a day-to-day bas