10: SEX SHOW

APRIL

I glared at my phone, wishing the text staring back at me would vanish into thin air.

Xander: 8:30pm, my place. Don’t be late.

Even via text, I could hear his commanding voice looming over me. The ever defiant nature i embodied pushed me to send back a text saying he won’t be seeing me, but I immediately cleared the text instead of hitting the send button when I remembered what was at risk.

My entire life.

I wasn’t eager to find out how they’d burn my entire life to the ground if I dared to incur their wrath, so I cleared my schedule for the night and counted the seconds painstakingly until it was time to leave.

At exactly 7:50 pm, I got a taxi and headed to the address he’d taken me to the last time. I didn't even need to knock the gate before it automatically slid open for me to walk in. I took note of the fact that there were three cars in the parking lot and immediately knew that all three friends would be present.

I gulped nervously as I knocked on the door, but deep down,