Face bruised and aching, stab wounds in my side, and my hands scarred from the mob torturing me last night, I gripped the steering wheel in pain and drove like a madman to the skatepark, where I knew Blaise would be.
I hadn’t told the mob s**t last night and stayed true to the lie I’d fabricated for them about Jett. And those assholes had told me to prove that I still had allegiance to them, that if I was really telling the truth, I would show up at the auction tonight for Vera Rodriguez.
Blaise’s girl.
How the hell had they gotten her? I didn’t know. What did they plan to do with her? Probably have a creepy, old man like Vaughn f**k her in front of the entire town. The reason why? I couldn’t f*****g tell you.
Once the mob had released me this morning, I’d texted Sakura and told her to
