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JOJO'S POV I wake up with a mild headache to see Aunt—Mom looking down at me with worry lines visible on her forehead. “Mom? I call, my voice weirdly hoarse. Ew! My breath smells like a soured waste sewage tunnel. I move to sit up and she props up the pillow to help me get settled. A glass of water and aspirin is given to me and I take them dutifully. I clear my throat, “Thanks.” I've been thinking… maybe we should move back to Manhattan.” She looks at me expectantly The glass cup trembles in my hand and I drop it on the nightstand, “What?” She sighs, “I feel like you're having trouble adjusting to this place…” I protest but she raises her voice prompting me to let her finish. “Last night was the third time you got so messed up and we've barely settled here.” This is not the conversation to be having with a hangover, she doesn't play fair. Ughhhh! “I'm a teenager, we're allowed to do dumb things and blame it on our emotions. That's our EMO.” “The last time you did a dumb
Hyenas, ugly as they are, are my spirit animals. The rest are too generic, too fucking puny, and in line with the law of the wild to mess with big and bad. But not hyenas, they fight with lions, Cheat the cheetahs, and rumble with the elephants just to get what they want. And they get it. There's no room for fear among their ranks, only food and loyalty. Screw everything else. I send the last message to the Redhead— Jojo Dukes, is it?— of the Gone Girls crew and remove the battery from the burner phone. My time with Vongov taught me a bit about tech and tracking. The screen of my phone lights with colorful videos as I scroll through their I*******m, The Gone Girls? I snort. The name sounds like a sorry attempt at Charlie's Angels brought on by the traumatic plot holes of the main characters. Just who the hell do they think they are? Coming to my town, stealing my spotlight, trying to steal my boyfriend, and Taking my man. Yes, Jeremy Vongov is still my man. We've been togethe
JOJO'S POV “A fresh week, a fresh start doesn't apply to everyone and is the exact opposite for Social media facial and beauty queen Influencer, Claire Eastwood.” The announcement blares over Sabbel High's hallways as Monday rolls in and life only gets harder for Claire. There's an altercation between Claire and her former BFFs at the Cafeteria where they confirm the bullying claims with a sobbing Lisa as the center of attraction. "The story is that she'd made some scathing comments about Lisa's private life and the poor girl couldn't take it anymore, she burst into tears and their friends ran to her defense from the big bad bully." Her former friends slowly shrink into the background, leaving her to fend off the aggressive commentators who happen to be at the scene. “I heard they took away her seat at the Cafeteria. She didn't eat with them today.” Mallory, Kendrick, and I turn to the speaker with shock evident on our faces. “What, it's true!” Ellie insists to our little group
JEREMY'S POV I'm sitting in my dark workshop, drinking at 2:30 on a Monday afternoon and I don't even feel the liquor. The last two days have been the worst form of torture, I've ever faced and I wasn't even close to the discipline chamber. Tasting her pussy was the worst decision I ever made and now I'm in deep regret because I can't move on. I'm feel a junkie, spending the entire weekend chasing after her, stalking her socials like a damned addict on the verge of withdrawal. She has tainted my bloodstream, leaving me addicted and under her control. It's fucking up my head and the bandages wrapped around my knuckles are proof of it. I had to spar or fight every other hour because my skin became overly irate. It's like I'm walking on eggshells around my own skin so I don't get triggered, stretching out at the smallest provocation, feeling the needle pricks at the slightest irritation, getting hot and bothered with every memory. She's like a virus, corrupting in my system. Fuck
JoJo's POV “This is when you run, Josephine.” He says coldly as he starts methodically taking off his clothes. I swallow down my nerves, “I'm not going.” I say, proud my voice came out strong because I'm trembling inside, melting by the minute. “Take off your clothes and shoes.” He demands and I scramble to obey. He seizes the hair clip holding up my hair and loose strands fall around my face like a curtain, blinding me to the man in front of me. Rough hands brush apart the hair covering my face. I look up to see him tracing his lips with his fingers and I suck my lips into my mouth to keep from moaning. His black eyes harden to pebbles as he stares down at me with an intensity that blinds me to common sense. “Kneel on the table and bend until your cheek rests on it.” I follow his instructions, and my breasts end up grazing the hard surface of the table, my ass high up in the air. Uncertainty pokes holes through the foggy desire blocking my rational thought process and unfilter
The pavement wets my ass as I sit on it, quietly waiting for my friend, Jojo Dukes to come out. I slipped in a few minutes after she'd left the group, complaining of migraines and chemicals. Jo's the most clueless girl I've ever known, even Ken isn't that beguiled though her pure lamb expression and stature tend to make her as the victim in most situations. People end up taking her side because she looks too innocent to have done whatever she's being accused of. It works for me whenever we go out together because people see me and instantly think, trouble with a capital “T” and they're not wrong. But the truly naive one among us is Jojo, she thinks she got us into this mess but if her guilty complex could take a dive for a minute, she'd understand that we made this decision ourselves and if anything happens to either one of us, none of us is to blame. From my peripheral, I see a shadow turning a corner from the bathroom into the quiet hallway. Lunch break is about to end in a f
Mallory Bricks I step into the room crammed with exceptional artworks you’d think were forged from years of practice and finesse but they all pale to the background the moment I spot Jojo. She's standing stark naked in a dark corner of the room, holding a bloodied pocket knife to her left wrist. “Jo!” I call but I'm too late. Again. The knife cuts into her flesh, swiping through, from edge to edge and blood gushes out of the broken skin. She slumps to the floor and I rush towards her, dragging her into my arms. “Why! Jo, Why would you do this?!” I scream, dread and panic coiling to form a deep knot inside my stomach. “I'm… so… tired… of… being… useless…” She mutters, her eyelids drooping with each word. Red crimson forms a bloody pool around us. My fingers slide to her neck and I feel her pulse getting weaker and weaker. I can’t let her eyes close. I can let her eyes close. I can't let them close. What'd I do? What'd I do? My hands rake through my hair, tugging hard at the
JEREMY'S POV I stalk out of Sabbel High, my skin burning with fierce intensity. I need a fight. I need a drink. I need a fucking smoke. I enter my truck and zoom off to the nearest gas station. As I fuel the tank, I enter the store to buy some alcohol. The other customers stare at me and quickly move the other way as I walk past them. I grab four bottles of cheap vodka— the only ones they have— and the girl at the sales desk eye-fuck me as she checks out the items. I grab the bottles and glare at her, “Do you want to fuck?” She leads me to the manager's office with a shy smile, “He ain't around right now, so…” I push her into the shabby space with a hand on her head and shove her down to her knees. Her hands go to my zip and she pulls out a deflated cock from the confinement. “You need help with that?” The girl asks with a smirk. “Shut up.” An image, one I'd rather not think about appears before me. It's her, in the rain, staring at me with wide innocent eyes. Fuck! My coc
JOJO’s POV Two Months Later… They were graduating high school today but Josephine would always go back to that day each time she passed the workshop. She and over three hundred graduates passed by the workshop today but no one spoke about it. They had all forgotten. It felt like they'd forgotten everything linked to him along with him and that made Josephine sick to her stomach. One month ago, She, Junnev, and Jeremy were hanging on for dear lives in the hospital. Of their three cases, Jeremy’s was the most baffling because apart from the external injuries he suffered from the accidents and the cement, the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him. So why wouldn't he wake up? They closed off Jeremy in a special room for “intense observation purposes,” that's what they called it. They kept him there until he was cleared for flight to be transported back to America. Junnev knee joints were broken from the weight of concrete. He’d woken up during the surgery, his tone mighty
Kendrick tried to stand but her ears were ringing so badly from the explosion so she used her hands to cover them and suddenly there was a semblance of peace in the chaos that had become the world. Kendrick blinked debris and dust from her eyes as she looked around, trying to find a familiar face. She couldn't see past the dust that had formed from the explosion but she could hear the awful screams and the rapid-fire gunshots and those sounds would stay with her forever. Bullets were flying left and right and Kendrick knew she had to get out. She needed to get out of there before she got hit by a stray bullet or before the ceiling caved in or before she died from a heart attack so she put one leg in front of the other and trudged along. The dust was settling and she could see certain parts of the building clearer. She looked around the unconsciously fed bodies of men to see Jeremy and Junnev covered with debris and as she got closer to them, her mouth widened in horror. They wer
Jeremy couldn't comprehend when the plan started falling apart but it had in fact… fallen. Lying in front of him were two bodies, Josephine was lying on the dirty ground, blood pouring out of her chest, yet she tried to sit up. Jeremy ran to her and took her trembling body into his arms, trying to apply enough pressure on her wound but crimson just kept flowing to the ground, steadily forming a pool of red around them. She’d run into the line of fire as he shot at her kidnapper. Why did she do that? Why? He racked his brain for a tangible reason but came up empty. Next to her was the masked kidnapper, they called her The Mistress. He had heard tales about her horrible doings since he'd been a tween, each one more fearsome than the last yet here she was, fallen by a mere bullet. She was dead. “Kila!” His father's men called from behind and he whipped around to see Maxim holding onto his bleeding neck. Apparently, the Mistress had decided his father would be her last victim.
“You are more like a pirate than an actual cop,” Junnev sparked after Burkely ended the call. “I am retired, Kid. Besides, all my years of following the law and reporting everything I saw left me without a wife, a roof over my head, and eventually a Jobless alcoholic with no future except nabbing one man.” “That's…” “Pathetic, I know.” Burkely fished out another stick of cigarette. “I'm a living, breathing bundle of addiction!” Burkely finished his tirade with his arms spread apart– eagle form on the sidewalk with a wide smile, pasted on his face as horns blared from vehicles passing by them. Junnev tugged his hands down and hissed through clenched teeth, “Control yourself, Old man. We don't want to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves.” Burkely shrugged out of Junnev’s hold and glared up at the kid, “Don’t call me an old man. You know my name, so use it.” “I'll call you whatever the fuck I want since you are the one who keeps forgetting,” Junnev responded with angry sparks
Something was wrong and Doc was certain, it had something to do with Josephine. The Dukes couple and their men were currently situated close to the bushes, away from the main road. Their men were well hidden with their guns and rifles in the surrounding bushes while waiting for the signal from their bosses who were inside a parked reporter van down the road. Doc was furious, anxious, and more so, scared as she got out of the van and paced down the length of the road. She tried again and again to get a hold of Jeremy Vongov but his line was switched off. “I told you we shouldn't have trusted him.” Will quipped from the back of the vehicle. “This is no time to point fingers, Will. Something bad has happened and we need to do something.” “How about you get Mallory and Kendrick and their friends involved? Get them to track down Jeremy.” Doc turned away from her husband, “It's too dangerous Will, why’d think we've been knowingly throwing them off course? Our hackers will easily h
“There was something in the air,” Jeremy thought to himself as he stalked to the back SUV where his father was already seated. Maxim looked composed and rather cheerful as he watched his son get into the vehicle from his side eye. “I told you no one was to touch her,” Jeremy growled in a chilling tone. “Oh, stop your grumbling, we have a big day ahead of us.” Maxim waved him off and grabbed the glass of vodka on the armrest, taking a healthy swallow. Jeremy schooled back his features and settled for a stiff smile, “Yes, we do Father.” “Good,” The vehicle sets in reverse and slowly pulls out of the driveway then it accelerates as the driver moves down the road and silence settles in the vehicle. Jeremy uses the quiet to finalize his plans by sending out a few texts and receiving a confirmed reply. “Tell me boy, how did your talk with the redhead go?” “That's none of your business.” “Humor me.” Jeremy locks his phone and focuses on his father, “Why do you care?” “Because yo
JOJO'S POV The truth hurts, doesn't it? Jeremy steps into the room right after his father slips out and goes into a full-on wrath when he sees me in chains and I want to slap him. I want to punch him so hard in his nutsack that he feels something's wrong down there each time he takes a step. Motherfucker, I want to stump on his ugly heart and crack it into a thousand tiny pieces. Pieces so tiny, they'd be impossible to place back. I want to break him. So badly it hurts to sit there quietly and do nothing. Which is what I’m doing when the chains are finally gone from my wrists, instead I ask, “What happened when you were eight years old?” He stiffens and his eyes turn into a void. “Jeremy?” I call but it's like he can't hear me. “Jeremy?!!” I call louder, shaking him a little. “Uh, Josephine?” “I asked you a question.” I probe, not letting up. His eyes harden to black stones, “It's none of your business.” “Of course it is, I want to know how you came to grow up in Ameri
Maxim Vongov Maxim's teeth grounded to his jaw as he realized how much time, his son had taken. It was time to make the trade and Jeremy was nothing if not time conscious. The kid was getting sloppy. He watched from the monitors as Jeremy kissed his girlfriend goodbye and left the room. Maxim turned to Yuri, “Make sure he's detained properly.” “Another safe house?” “No, he'll come with me but I want him restrained, twice as much as before.” “I'll get it done, boss.” “I want an audience with the girl.” “I'll arrange it, boss.” “Good and make sure my son doesn't know about the little visit.” Yuri nods his acquiescence just as Jeremy bounds into the room and Yuri subtly leaves. “To what do I owe this pleasure, father.” Unsurprisingly, his bastard of an heir didn't look very happy to see his father after locking him up in a house for more than twenty-four hours. “Did you tell the girl?” He bares his teeth at his father, “That has nothing to do with you.” “The fucking ingrat
JoJo's POV I wake up in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body heat fanning against my skin. His breath is shallow but when I crane my neck to see, his eyes are shut. He's asleep. I need to pee, so I try to untangle myself from his arms but they only tighten around me. “Whereareyougoing?” His deep voice is a gruffy rasp and I feel its feathery weight on my skin as he rolls us to the other side of the bed. “I need to pee!” I whisper-yell, squeezing my sore thighs in impatience. “Okay, okay.” He begrudgingly lets go of me and I slap his chest before I scurry over to the bathroom. In my birthday suit. At this point, I can't be embarrassed about rushing off to the bathroom barebacked with him in the room. Not after he’s fucked me ten ways to Sunday. I bend over to pee and I realize Jeremy cleaned me up earlier and that single thought has me holding onto my chest and hyperventilating in the kitchen sink. What does this mean? Why did he clean me up? Does this mean we're togeth