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Little Dove nods frantically as she steps away from me and toward her.
“W-wait. How can I see you again?” I desperately ask her, gently grabbing her wrist.
She smiles, reminiscing about the small time we had together, but her eyes are somewhere else entirely. Slightly too wide, strained, scared. I want to kill whatever is making her feel this way.
She whips her phone out and shouts over the music, “What’s your number?”
I give it to her in one breath and watch her walk away—or practically be dragged away by her friend.
The second she’s out of sight, my phone rings, and I answer, “Little Dove?”
“Now, you have my number too. Call me when you miss me, Blue Eyes.”
5
Nikki
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Damn, that was hot. Fuck.
“I shouldn’t have given him my number,” I shout at Chloe. “Why did I do that? That was so stupid!”
We need to get out of here. Chloe is dragging me through the crowd. We rush out the front door right as the car pulls up in front of us, and we jump inside.
The second our door shuts, Bill, our driver, slams on the gas, and flashes of light go off in the rearview mirror.
That was way too close.
My heart is about to burst out of my damn chest. I cannot believe that just happened. Well, actually, I can’t believe a lot of things just happened.
One, that I almost had my face captured by the paparazzi with my inconveniently famous best friend. Two, that I danced with that guy, Cam, like that. I have never been turned on so much in my life. Never been so willing to hand over control.
I was about to rip my clothes off on the dance floor before the paps showed up. Getting so caught up in the present was thrilling, freeing, exactly what I wanted, what I needed. But I can’t live like that forever—or even for another second.
Nikki. Nikki. Nikki. Nikki. Nikki.
My name is Nikki Satinn.
Nikki Satinn. Nikki Satinn.
I repeat the name over and over in my head. To remind myself why I’m here in the first place, why nights like this are too risky, especially with someone as publicly known as Chloe. Why nights with a guy like Cam are dumb and irresponsible. And that a night is all it can ever be.
One picture, one snap of a moment, and Trey will find me. Being a cop has its perks. Trey might think I’m dead. But if someone he knows or someone I knew sees a photo of me and tells him, he will stop at nothing to find me. And all of those job perks will allow him to do just that.
Three years, I have been hiding in the shadows. I can’t let myself have nights like this because it makes me want more. But more is dangerous.
Part of me wants to take a gun and lodge a bullet between his eyes. I don’t think I would be able to pull the trigger in the end, to take someone’s life. But I guess people don’t know what they are capable of until they are staring death in the face.
Anger boils up inside of me. Pure rage for the power Trey still holds to ruin one of the best nights of my life without even knowing it.
“Fuck!” I slap my hand on the headrest in front of me.
Chloe’s hand immediately falls onto my arm. “Hey, are you okay?”
My brows crease, and my eyes fly open as I whip my head to her. “Am I okay, Chlo?! I’m about to lose my mind. But I’m pretty sure we’ve already passed that!”
Gasping, I do my best to slow my heart rate, my breathing. Just the thought of him potentially finding me has me almost spiraling into a panic attack.
Five things. Name five things I can touch—a coping skill I found online for panic attacks and anxiety.
