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I cock an eyebrow at Harper, trying to remind myself what we’re talking about. Right, doing fucked up shit.
“Out of survival. Not because I was on some sorority power trip.”
She shrugs. “That’s how the rich play survival of the fittest.” Her eyes light up with a playful gleam and she licks her lips. “Have you ever killed someone?”
I look down at her. This bitch has only one goal in mind tonight. To get on my fucking nerves. Lucky for her, that’s pretty easy to do. Everyone gets on my nerves.
Slowly, I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and make her sit on the edge of the tub again. I grip her jaw tightly with one hand, enough to see her slightly wince.
“I have,” I say low.
Her eyes widen, lust and fear mixing in them.
“I’ve stabbed people and shot some others. I’ve tortured some and choked them to death.”
I lean over, bringing my lips to her ear. “I drowned someone in a bathtub when I was seventeen.”
Her sharp intake of breath joins her trembling limbs.
“Harper,” I whisper.
“Y-yes?”
“You gonna buy something from me, or what?”
She shakes her head, now visibly struggling to breathe.
“Then stop wasting my fucking time,” I growl as I push her back.
She falls backward into the empty tub with a shriek. I straighten up and leave the bathroom. What a bitch.
I try to find Alex downstairs, but she’s not around. There are so many people at this party I never see two faces twice. Someone tugs at my arm, and I turn around to find some frat boy. “Bro,” he slurs. “We ran out of pills. More people than we thought.” He hands me three one-hundred-dollar bills. “Can I get another 12?”
I fold the bills and put them in my pocket before grabbing a few small packets. I check the amounts and hand them to him.
“Thank you, bro. You’re the best.”
He goes to slap my shoulder in a thank you gesture, but my glare stops him right away.
I’m stopped twice more, and just like every party, just like every day of my life…I just want people to leave me the fuck alone.
Except for one person who I can’t help but scan the room for again.
“Man,” someone says as they grab my arm. I turn around, ready to punch them in the face when I recognize Zara. My best friend. The girl who was in the car with me earlier today when Chester and Alex came to pick up a bag of pills.
She’s started helping me distribute in SFU since we now have a ton of supplies we have to get rid of for the Lucianos to take us seriously.
Zara is everything I need in a friend and a dealer; discreet, good at math, street smart. And she’s not fearless, which is the problem I have with most of my male dealers. They think they’re above everything and unbeatable. Zara knows her own limits and strengths. She knows when it’s time to go home and not push your luck.
“All out, boss.” She spreads her arms. “Wanna give me some of yours?”
I nod, passing her a few bags of cocaine and weed. “They’re either gonna start asking for cocaine to keep the night going, or some weed to calm their high and slowly turn this into an after-party. Whoever is too off their faces to know what they’re spending, give them a one-and-a-half higher price.”
“Noted.” She points at a sofa. “Good spot?”
“Very good spot,” I confirm. “I’ll sit with you.”
And that’s my first mistake. The moment I sit down, one of Harper’s friends comes right next to me, sandwiching me between Zara and her. My broad shoulders are touching both of theirs, making me feel fucking trapped.
