“Thanks.” She smiles at me. “But let’s be honest, it’s boring, right?”
“Oh, no,” I say.
“Not at all,” Alexa adds.
“It sucks balls,” Emilee tells her before taking a sip of her champagne.
Jasmine sighs. “I know, right? Let’s say fuck it and go out.”
Emilee smiles brightly. “Yes. I could use a girls night. It’s been too long.”
“What about your guests?” I ask, taking a quick look around. There aren’t really that many people present that I see. But then again, this house is massive, they could all be in a ballroom somewhere. We’ve only made it to the grand foyer.
Jasmine shrugs. “I don’t care if they stay. I have enough security here to make sure nothing gets stolen. And Lord knows a riot isn’t going to break out with this laid-back crowd. Most of them are my father’s friends anyway. Any chance he gets to show off to them, he takes advantage of.” She snaps her fingers. “Let me get my purse and cell really quick.”
Alexa turns to face me after they walk away. “We won’t stay out late.”
I shrug. “It’s no big deal. I won’t be drinking much tonight.”
The girls return, and we walk out the front double doors, down the steps, and to the right. I almost trip over my heels when I see the black Mercedes Maybach G650. I’ve always wanted one. When Alexa opens the back door for me, I slide in and sink into the leather, biting my lip so I don’t groan at the softness.
I wonder what this chick does for a living. The size of her house … the cars … it has to be Daddy’s money, right? I’m twenty-two, and she can’t be much older than me. She did say that he likes to show off.
The remix of “Roses” by SAINt JHN starts blaring through the speakers as she pulls out of the driveway.
“Where are we going?” Emilee asks from the passenger seat.
Jasmine shrugs. “Wherever.”
The music comes to a stop as she receives a text message. Her Bluetooth begins to speak to us. “You have an incoming message from Big Daddy Dick. Landing early tomorrow morning. You going to be home?”
Emilee starts laughing. “Who the fuck is Big Daddy Dick?”
Jasmine looks over at her and smiles. “No one you know.” She picks up her cell out of the cup holder and hands it to Emilee. “Text him back.”
“What do you want me to say?” She looks down at the phone.
“Say, I’ll snort two lines of birth control just for you, Daddy.”
Emilee frowns. “But you’re on the shot.”
“Dear Lord …” Jasmine jerks the phone from her hands and tosses it to the back, and it lands on my lap. “Text the man, please?” she asks, looking at me in her rearview mirror.
Nodding, I open the text and do as she asks. “Done,” I tell her.
“Thank you.” She says.
“Is this some guy you fuck for free?” Emilee asks.
My eyes widen at that question. What the hell does that mean?
Jasmine snorts. “Honey, I’d pay to fuck this one. He’s that good.”
I look over at Alexa and she just shrugs. I’ve never heard her speak of these girls before, so I know she’s not close with them.
Her Bluetooth picks up again. “You have an incoming message from Big Daddy Dick you better meet me at the front doors on your knees wearing nothing but your red heels.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
GRAVE
“WAKE UP.” I hear my brother’s voice far away.
I ignore it, but then a hand slaps my face, and I sit straight up. “Huh?”
“We’re here,” he growls, standing over me.
After I took the pills in the bathroom, I made my way to his bedroom in the back and passed out. Decided to sleep as much of the flight as I could.
Rubbing my heavy eyes, I crawl out of the bed. After sliding my shoes on, I lace them up and then follow him off the private jet. The heat is stifling, the sun is blinding, and the smell of the salty ocean is intoxicating. I hate the beach and the water. That’s why I live in the desert.
A black Town Car waits for us with the back doors already open, so I climb in and then so does my brother. When the driver speaks to us, I look out the window and allow my brother to communicate with the man. My tongue feels swollen, and my head’s still foggy. I need some water to drink.
The car takes off, and thankfully, my brother stays silent as we are delivered at our destination. Exiting the car, we walk up to a back door. Bones enters, and I follow him.
The smell of death instantly hits my nose, and I feel vomit start to rise. I begin to cough.
“Keep it down,” my brother orders, and I pull on the collar of my T-shirt.
We’re ushered into a back room with a table sitting in the middle. A white sheet covers it, and a man stands to the right. “Bones.” He shakes his hand. “Grave.” I just nod, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’m sorry you had to come such a long way—”