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Tiffany had one done right after high school. I’m not stupid, I know what she had to do to have her regulars pay for that and I try to steer away from that sort of thing.
I wrap myself in a towel after my shower and the random, or I guess I mean Richard, barges into the bathroom.
“Well, what do we have here?” he asks, leering over me.
This dude is slimy. Worse than some of the guys down at the club.
“I’m Destiny’s daughter.” I roll my eyes and he doesn’t even try to hide the fact he’s checking me out.
“I see the similarities.” He grins, and it reminds me of a Cheshire cat.
“Not interested.” I push past him. He isn’t the first of Mom’s “friends” to try something with me, but no one has succeeded since I was fourteen.
After that, I started defending myself.
Destiny and I might look alike, and I might like male attention––like she does––but that’s where the similarities end. I wouldn’t sleep with a guy to get drugs or alcohol. I only sleep with them if I want to. Not because they’re going to give me something in return.
Chapter 2
Maddox
“Man, this town is trash,” I say into the Bluetooth. My best friend, Chet, has been on the phone with me for my whole drive here.
“That’s not surprising when you decide to randomly move to a town called Deadhorse.
“I told you, it’s temporary, and it’s for work.”
Lies. All lies. He doesn’t need to know the real story.
He doesn’t need to know that some piece of shit down here killed my dad and tossed his body in a creek.
“Yeah, yeah. Good luck getting laid there. Make sure you wrap it several times.” He chuckles and I roll my eyes. Dude is always thinking about sex.
“I have no intentions of touching any female from this town.”
That’s a lie too. I plan to find Maribelle Connor and do to her what her mom did to my dad. An eye for an eye, I guess you could say.
“Whatever you say, friend. Listen I’ve got to head into work. I’ll call you later and get the scoop.”
Chet is the only person I have back in California. I love it there, and I have every intention of going back, I just need to take care of some things here first.
This town really is a shit hole. I’ve seen at least two trailer parks since I crossed city limits, and several abandoned buildings.
About three miles down the road, I pass a strip club, half the neon lights are burnt out, and several old fat fucks are wobbling out of the building. Like I said, shit hole.
I find the small house that I’m renting for the time being, and the Zillow ad definitely left a lot to be desired. There’s a window broken out, it looks like it hasn’t been painted since it was built, and my car barely makes it through the five potholes that cover the driveway.
“What a piece of shit,” I mutter.
I grab my bags from the trunk and walk towards the porch. The woman I’m renting from said she would leave a key in the mailbox. She also told me not to call if something breaks, and she would knock one hundred dollars off the rent. She should be paying me to live in this dump.
I grab the key from the mailbox, but there’s really no need, the door is already wide open. It looks like whoever lived here before left everything behind. It’s going to take me weeks just to make the place livable.
Not feeling safe enough to leave my bags in the house, I throw them back in the trunk and head back towards the main road. I’m going to have to grab something to eat and some supplies.
I pull into a diner down the street. The parking lot is empty, and there isn’t a name on the sign, because it looks like someone spray painted over it.
“Hey, sweet thang. How can I help you?” a short woman with black curly hair greets me at the door.
