“The f**k do you want?” João asked, stepping out of his Mercedes with tinted windows the next morning at five a.m.
Sakura had left me last night while I was talking to Jett—who wouldn’t stop f*****g calling me—and I feared that I had screwed up beyond repair with her.
I should’ve blocked his f*****g number, like I had with Georgina, when I had the chance, but I answered it so he wouldn’t wake her up. I really wanted to talk to her this morning, but I had blown that one.
After glancing around to ensure no other students had driven into the student parking lot, I pulled two black duffel bags, stuffed full with stacks of hundred-dollar bills, from my trunk and tossed them to his feet. João and Poison wouldn’t pass up this kind of money.
“Vaughn is part of a s*x trafficking ring at Redwood
