All Chapters of DANGEROUS GAMES : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

DIEGO'S POVThe photo was from three years ago.Matteo's arm around my shoulders, both of us squinting into the sun at Venice Beach. His smile was wide and real and I could still hear his laugh if I tried hard enough.My phone buzzed. Avani's name on the screen. Calling at 11 PM on a Thursday which meant either she was drunk or something was very wrong.I answered. "Hey."She was crying which meant something was wrong. "Where are you?" I asked, already standing up."Home." Her voice broke on the word. "Can you—Diego, can you come over? I need—I just need you here.""I'm coming. Twenty minutes.""Okay." A shaky breath. "Okay. Thank you."The drive to her apartment in Silver Lake took eighteen minutes. I parked illegally and took the stairs two at a time because the elevator in her building had been broken for three weeks and the landlord didn't care.She opened the door before I could knock.Mascara everywhere. Hair in a messy bun. Wearing the oversized UCLA hoodie I'd given her four y

DIEGO'S POVThree days.Three days of Avani texting me every four hours asking if I'd called him yet.“Have you reached out?”“Diego, what are you waiting for?”“The longer you wait, the less interested he'll be.”“Please. I need this.”I stared at Felton's number that I'd gotten from Sienna who'd gotten it from God knows where.Maybe I should delete it then I'd tell Avani this was insane and I wasn't doing it.Should—My phone rang, it was sienna."Hey," I answered."Diego. Listen. I need to tell you something about Felton D'Angelo.""What about him?""Be careful. He's not—he's not what he seems.""What does that mean?""It means he's dangerous. It means people who get close to him tend to disappear. It means—" She stopped. "Just be careful. Okay?""Sienna, what are you talking about?""I can't explain but you should trust me. Stay away from him." She hung up, leavinge not only confused but scared at the same time.Why would Sienna call to warn me about her own boss? Whatever she had

DIEGO'S POVThe first package arrived at 7 AM. On opening my door, I found a box with expensive wrapping and it had my name on it.At first I was skeptical because you never know until I got Felton's message.Inside was the art book. The one I'd mentioned in an interview two years ago and it was a limited edition worth three freaking thousand dollarsThe card said: For your collection. —FTwo hours later another delivery, a sculpture tool that was custom made with initials engraved.For your art. —FThird delivery at noon and this time they were gallery tickets.For tomorrow night. Wear something beautiful. —FI sat on my couch surrounded by gifts and thought about the fact that Felton D'Angelo was paying attention. My phone buzzed. What again? I clicked it only to find a video message. What was Felton D'Angelo up to again?He was in a bathtub with a champagne flute and water sliding down his chest while he looked at the camera like he could see straight through me."Diego. I've bee