NINETEEN
Jason woke with his head pounding. No, this time the pounding was outside his head – it wasn't hurting like a hangover. What the f**k had happened? What was that thumping sound?
He pried one eye open and examined his surroundings. Hmm. A glass ceiling. That wasn't normal. Curved, too, and it felt like the ground was moving, lifting.
A voice he could only hear faintly over the thumping: "Broome Tower, this is Victor Hotel – "
Fuck. How'd he get in a helicopter? He was supposed to be having s*x with some chick on the beach. The angry one who'd wanted it doggy-style, rough as guts, when he'd planned on taking it slowly. There'd been blood in the water from a cut on her leg and then he'd...FUCK.
"Where the f**k are you taking me? I'm not leaving this f*****g island!" Jason sat
