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“I’ll pay for it.” I slide my hand inside and open the door.
Just like I expected, her phone and college welcome pack are on the passenger seat.
“Who leaves their car unattended with their phone in it?” I mumble to myself.
Logan is right by me a second later. “Someone who doesn’t care about paying for a new one. Now just let me tear this baby apart.”
I push him to the side before getting in the car and grabbing the two items I’ve been looking for. I pocket her dead phone first. A loud huff comes from my friend, but I ignore it. I’m too focused on opening the large envelope. Inside, I find exactly what that annoying student rep said I would; the keycode to her apartment.
Fucking penthouse.
I take a picture of the document and smile to myself. I have a key to her building and the code to her door. The moment I had her against the wall in her hallway yesterday comes back to the forefront of my mind. She felt so breakable under my stare. So obedient when I corrected her attitude.
I adjust myself in my jeans before putting everything back in the envelope. I’ve always liked the Stoneview girls. The bitchy, catty, rich girls who fall to their knees for the bad boy from the North Shore who is only good for one thing; supplying them with their weekly dose of cocaine.
It’s always been my own personal form of revenge to fuck them into oblivion and turn them into the sluttiest girls for me. I’m the exact man their stuck-up parents always warned them about. The kind they look down upon until they’re on their knees begging to suck my cock.
Alexandra Delacroix is different.
Of course, there was that haughty presence about her. She was too good to be stuck on the North Shore. Too scared we’d all come for her gold bracelet and pretty car.
But there’s a real vulnerability in her that I want to explore.
Something that I know belongs to me.
* * *
“Tamar, come on. I’m in a hurry.”
My computer genius of a best friend is our specialist when it comes to unlocking stolen goods and turning them brand new so we can resell them. She turns around from gazing at her computer and throws me a deadly look. “First of all, stop ordering me around. I don’t care about your lack of patience and shitty moods. Secondly, do you want it done well or quickly?”
“Quickly,” I snap. “I’ve got a meeting with Zara in twenty minutes.”
I’m meeting with my other best friend to get the first shipment of supplies from the Lucianos, and I can’t fucking be late again.
Tamar, Zara, and I became best friends in preschool. Our parents were from Maghreb and if they were friends, we had to be too. Tamar lost both her parents to the Kings. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time in a town where there was no right place and time.
They were in Kings’ territory on a day they wanted to make examples out of people. Riddled with bullets. That’s how they were found. Tamar was fifteen, and she’s been on her own ever since. Just like me, she never went to high school, and when her parents died, she managed to escape the system through her computer skills. To the government, she was eighteen. Of course, she wasn’t, and now she’s twenty-four, just like me, but her papers say twenty-seven.
“Alright, it’s all unlocked for you.” She unplugs Alexandra’s phone from her laptop and hands it back to me. “Any reason you wanted me to hack into a senator’s daughter’s phone? A dying need to end up in prison, maybe?”
I come to stand right in front of her, looking down at the tiny woman she is. “You’re funny,” I say without an ounce of humor in my voice. I mess with her dark curls, and she shrugs me off. “I owe you.”
“You owe me so much already,” she shouts at my retreating back. “You can start with a thank you, asshole!” I jog out of her house, not caring one bit what she has to say.
I’m late to meet with Zara, but there’s only one thing on my mind as I drive across the North Shore.
Alexandra Delacroix is about to get so much more of me than she ever imagined.
4
ALEXANDRA
Get Stüpid – bülow
“Welcome to our castle,” Ella exclaims as she opens the door to Chester. I hear his shy laugh before he walks in, followed by our other friend Wren.
Chester’s smile radiates as his gaze falls on me. I’m sitting at the kitchen counter, a plate of chopped fruits in front of me, finishing my snack and reading a book my dad sent me yesterday. I must read a different book every three to five days. Doesn’t matter the length or topic. I have to finish it. The two men hug Ella before coming into the open-plan kitchen.
