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In the car, I gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles went white. She knew. She'd known exactly who I was. She'd known I'd been following him. And she'd wanted me to see. - Dante texted at 3 AM. Where are you? I stared at the message for a long time. Then I typed: Home. Where are you? Working. Come over tomorrow. Can't. Busy. Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again. What's going on with you? I didn't answer.

“We’re sending it to Twerkley.” “His head will explode, you know that, right?” Nathan chuckled. “That’s the plan,” Kimmy giggled. “Ok, squeeze in together,” Nathan directed. We did, and Nathan snapped a picture. He sent it to Twerkley on my phone. “Where is Dante, by the way?” I asked. “He’s recording his commercial today,” Kimmy advised. “Oh, that makes sense,” I replied. My phone rings with a message immediately. Nathan looks at my phone and starts laughing his ass off.

🔷🔷🔷 Liam It's a little after midnight when my phone lights up the ceiling from my nightstand. I've been laying here for the last two hours trying not o think of some way to help the clueless King brothers save my best friend from her abusive alcoholic mom and all the bull shit that comes with her. My phone vibrates on the night stand and I groan while reaching for it. Typing in my passcode I go to my text app and sit up like my bed was on fire when I see the text that's come through. Dante: Li it's me, can you bring me my change of clothes I have at your house to this address. ### Main Street.

I didn't even have her phone number. * * * It didn't occur to me until later that, of course, there were messaging functions on I*******m and F******k. Even then, I didn't have to wait very long. Kat wrote me a DM on I*******m the following Monday. We met for a drink the next day at a popular, trendy happy hour spot. She came with a couple girlfriends. I sat at the bar. She ordered drinks, conveniently standing next to me. The wait for drinks was long. Our chatting wasn't out of place. She sketched out some basic parameters she had been thinking about and asked me to think about them. She said she'd reach out to me again on I*******m with the number from a burner text message app we could us

I picked up my phone to text Damien: [Lunch? He replied almost instantly. [Can't wait.]

My phone vibrated in my sweater pocket and I quickly unlock it to read a text from, him? Damon: We need to talk

He was about to fall asleep when his phone rang. "Bro, what's up?" Dante yelled into the phone. "Nothing. How are you? Wait, no, where are you?" Dimitri asked, sitting up on his bed. "I'm at Club Spasms. Medora city. I'll be staying here for a while. I have a small job I need to take care of." Dante said. "How's your mission?" "It's going great. I'm gaining their trust and all. Very soon I'll be able to lure them back. Can't wait, Bro." Dimitri replied. Dante was the only person who truly knew about his identity.

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

My pulse jumped as I dug out my phone and laptop, both screens flaring to life at once. My fingers hesitated over the keypad for only a moment before I typed to Dante: Be ready. Send me the account information. My thumb hovered, then I pressed send. My jaw locked. I was getting my fucking hotel back. Whatever the cost.

I seriously can't stop smiling, something good is finally happening for me and I have no one to tell. Picking up my phone as I lay on my back I open my texts with Damien, even though we haven't spoken all week and he was only at school for 2 days I have to tell him, right? This is his win too he helped just as much. Deciding to text him I send a simple 'Hey' no one can ignore a simple hey, no matter who's mad at who.