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I narrow my eyes on him, suspicious as fuck. Reid always has his finger on the pulse of this business. If he's suspicious then… something doesn't add up.

"You're hiding something."

He pins me with a hard stare. One that might make one of their weaker minions quake in their boots, but not me. I'm one of them. I might not be in the drug ring anymore—by fucking choice after the bullshit with my brother going down for possession for their stash but I'm as much one of them as they are. So fucking what my birth certificate doesn't say Harris. I've lived this life with them for as long as I can remember.

"If they fuck this up, then they won't initiate."

"They won't fuck it up," I mutter knowing just how vital this place is to their future. They’ll wrap up Maddison in a nice little bow then Vic will complete their initiation and they can all join the senior chapter of the Hawks with Reid.

I should be heading in the same fucking direction but like fuck am I committing my life to that fucking asshole. It's bad enough he's ruined my childhood with his bullshit.

Victor Harris and I have a deal. A fucking good one that he'd better not pussy out on. So far so good, but there's still a long fucking way to go yet.

"Go back to Daddy and tell him everything is fucking hunky-dory and get him off their backs."

"Alright, papa bear," he mocks."How's things on your end?"

"Quiet, thank you. I don't have time for that bullshit."

"You know it's going to come to an end eventually."

"Yeah, when the season is over with some fucking luck."

"I still can't believe you managed it. A fucking Panther, man. It's pretty epic."

I nod at him, a smirk twitching at my lips. I might have sold my soul to the devil to get here but fuck, does it feel good.

14

Letty

My head pounds as I come too. I try to swallow but my mouth is so dry that I've no chance.

What the hell happened last night?

I remember sitting out on the deck with Luca and Leon.

Drinking.

Drinking a lot.

Dancing. Their hands. Their bodies grinding against mine.

My cheeks burn at the memory. I bet I looked like a right…

"Dirty little whore."

I hear his voice as if he's actually here, and when someone groans beside me, I sit bolt upright with my heart in my throat.

Tell me I didn't. Please, for the love of Christ, tell me I didn't.

Sucking in a breath, I hesitantly look over my shoulder.

All the air rushes from my lungs when I find a mass of dark hair instead of dirty blond and perfectly clean skin instead of the inked-up arms someone else has.

"Thank fuck," I breathe.

Although I don't immediately lie back down knowing that it's safe. Instead, I have an internal war with myself as to whether I should attempt to sneak out.