Charlotte was a good girl.
Sweet and innocent, a debutante with her Daddy’s credit card and a fiancée who doted on her.
She was destined for a perfect picture life in Charleston.
Until everything goes wrong.
EJ grew up with everything she could ever want, and bored as hell.
Nothing surprises her and nothing ever changes, and she wants out—whatever it takes.
Getting involved with Anthony Jacobs is probably the worst idea she’s ever had—and that makes it irresistible.
Until Charlie needs her.
New Orleans. Memphis. Vegas.
Beautiful girls who know just how to get exactly what they want.
It’s all fun and games, sexy nights and wild parties.
But you can only manipulate your way out of so much, and the body count is rising. When their past catches up, not even a pretty smile will get them out of trouble this time.
Sweet and innocent, a debutante with her Daddy’s credit card and a fiancée who doted on her.
She was destined for a perfect picture life in Charleston.
Until everything goes wrong.
EJ grew up with everything she could ever want, and bored as hell.
Nothing surprises her and nothing ever changes, and she wants out—whatever it takes.
Getting involved with Anthony Jacobs is probably the worst idea she’s ever had—and that makes it irresistible.
Until Charlie needs her.
New Orleans. Memphis. Vegas.
Beautiful girls who know just how to get exactly what they want.
It’s all fun and games, sexy nights and wild parties.
But you can only manipulate your way out of so much, and the body count is rising. When their past catches up, not even a pretty smile will get them out of trouble this time.
EXCERPT
EJ is sitting on the edge of the fountain in the
middle of the courtyard. She’s got her feet in it, and her skirt is
pulled up and around her thighs. A guard, one of the usually invisible security
Jacobs stations around the mansion—is standing under the trees, clearly
watching her.
Charlie gives him a disgusted, furious stare as
she approaches and he fades back into the trees. She perches on the edge of the
fountain, her feet braced against the pebble driveway, and bumps into EJ with
one shoulder.
“What do we do?” she asks.
“We listen to him. Jacobs is holding the strings
on this one. We don’t get to make demands. Anthony might have
helped us get rid of Tre. He might even play mind games and indulge my need to
break away from the stupid shit my mother wants. But at the end of the day, he’ll look after himself. And that means when he
says we go home, we go and that’s the end of it. We’re done.”
She can feel the tension in her friend, can feel
the arguments gathering in her, and she shakes her head. “Don’t. Just. We pack. We go home. You forget me and
find a good boy who will make you want to shoot yourself a little less than the
others. I get high every weekend and put off the ring and pre-numps for a few more
months before Mom locks me down. And we forget this ever happened.”
“I don’t want to,” Charlie says, petulant.
EJ laughs, loud and bitter, the noise ringing off
the trees. Stands in the fountain and let’s her skirt all,
hanging around her knees in schoolgirl pleats. “What the actual fuck does that
have to do with anything?”
She steps out of the fountain, and starts toward
the house.
“I’m leaving,” she hears. And freezes. Fear
sliding down her spine like a cold touch.
She twists to look at the other girl. Charlie is
still sitting, her long legs bare in tiny ripped jean shorts and a white tank
top the billows in the lazy eddies of hot air.
She’s squinting at EJ, her signature
sunglasses forgotten on that kitchen table. But her expression is deadly serious
and EJ can’t help the incredulous laugh that spills
up and over.
“Are you insane? What makes you think you can?”
Fear flicks across her face, and then her lips
tighten. “He isn’t holding us here. And I’m not going to do something I hate for the rest
of my life.” Her gaze turns mocking. “I didn’t think you were so much of a timid bitch that
you would.”
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