Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
I laugh, already half drunk. “Yep, let’s do that.”
“He won’t be home for a little bit, I think we have time to get some.”
We rush into Aviana’s dad’s study and start shuffling around. I know one thing is for sure, Avi is not allowed in this room. Her dad makes it very clear that her and her friends should never come in here, but we’re teenaged girls, and I’m fairly certain we have forgotten how to follow rules.
Tonight, we’re going out to a friend’s party, but not before we got ready here and prepared for the night, which means drinking until our heart’s content. Of course, we’re not supposed to drink at all, but once again, the teenaged thing comes into play, right?
“Do you think your dad will notice if this stuff goes missing?” I ask Avi as we find two bottles of whiskey that look super expensive.
“Well, this one already has half taken out, so I don’t think he’ll notice if we have a few drinks out of it. I doubt he’s checking the level every time he puts it back in.”
“True,” I giggle as we use his shot glasses and line them up on his desk, filling them with the whiskey and shooting them back.
“We’d be so dead for being in here.” Avi giggles. “God, he doesn’t even know I’m home. As far as he knows, I’m at your place and we’re going to be there all night. Not that he cares, as long as I’m not ruining his reputation, he doesn’t give a crap about me and where I am.”
I feel bad that Avi lives like that. I know it hurts her, how could it not? She has no family, none that care about her anyway. She’s stuck with a father that is more interested in his sons and that’s it. She lives basically alone in this big house.
“Well, I give a crap about you, which is why I’m totally here drinking this with you,” I say, pouring another glass for us both.
A door slams just outside and Avi’s head whips around. “Shit. He’s home. Shit.”
We shove the whiskey back into the drawer and put the shot glasses into our pockets. We’re about to run out but the door handle twists. Avi grabs my arm and jerks me toward the huge sofa in the room, and we duck down behind it. Oh my god, we’re totally dead if he sees us in here, and yet there seems to be no way to get out of here. Dammit, what were we thinking?
“Be quiet,” Avi says, her eyes wide and frightened.
I nod and reach into my pocket to turn my phone on silent before shuffling as close to the back of the sofa as I can to ensure that nobody sees me. Avi presses herself close, too, and then we sit and listen.
“Make the call,” I hear Avi’s dad order to someone, I’m assuming her brothers. “This has gone very fuckin’ bad. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“You told me what to do,” Avi’s brother Rory growls. “I was following orders.”
“I never fuckin’ said to steal it,” her father hisses. “I said to fuckin’ make it disappear. That means without anyone knowin’ it was you.”
“Didn’t know anyone would be there,” her other brother, Manny, mutters. “It wasn’t how we planned it to go.”
“Well now you’ve fucked up and shit is goin’ to get real bad.”
I look to Avi, and she looks confused and a little taken aback. Her family is obviously up to something dangerous, by the sounds of their conversation, and I’m guessing by the look on her face she had no idea they were dealing in anything illegal. Which is exactly what it sounds like they’re doing.
The sound of a door slamming has my heart skipping a beat. Booted footsteps can be heard coming down the hall.
“Get out of here,” Avi’s dad orders.
To who, I do not know.
“Tell King he’ll get his fuckin’ drugs, now leave my house.”
Whoever is there doesn’t say a damned word. They’re a silent person, someone who is here in regard to King. Is it King? Is it Alarick? Is it someone else from the club? I don’t understand. What do they even have to do with Avi’s family? What is going on?
“What do you want?” her dad goes on, his voice a little worried. “You want your drugs back? You can fuckin’ have them. Leave me and my sons out of this. Do you want revenge? Take it out on me? What the fuck do you want? Speak!”
I look to Avi, and she turns and stares at me, her expression scared. I mouth ‘King’ and she shrugs her shoulders, like she’s confused. Then she shuffles quietly toward the side of the sofa so she can glance around it. I try to stop her, but I can’t call her name and I can’t reach her. I wave a hand, but she doesn’t stop. She peers around.