Celine Elloise Dufort:

I drop myself into the leather chair and stare at all the papers on my desk. Instead of working yesterday, I decided that it would be fun to take a day off.

Even though I had enough to fucking do. And the fact that my head is pounding right now isn't really helping!

I could really use a few more hours of sleep before I check on Kai, but I have to take care of all these papers as well.

Where the hell did they even come from?

'Fuck it.' I groan, grabbing the first and scanning the front of the paper real quick.

Micheal Navaro- shot in the chest with a 45 ACP. Once in the head and another one in the chest. Police found his body near a river, just outside of London. He had a burn on his forehead. A burn that seems harmless.

I stare at the picture again and sigh deeply. The fact that the British police didn't consider it yet.

The mark on his face is obviously a skull. How did they not see yet? It's not the first murder with a skull burned into someone's skin, but it's the first to ever be this close to town.

I scan the files, trying to find something to work with. The police clearly don't think much of it, but we know better. Way better.

This has something to do with a British gang. If they keep killing people, innocent people, the police might have to interfere, meaning we have to stop trading with them for a while.

If only we could find out who is behind all of this. Who is behind the murder of innocent men?

Someone knocks on the door, making me sigh deeply before getting up from the chair. I open the door and look into Neveah's bright eyes. She seems happier than usual.

'Goodmorning! I hope you slept alright.' Leya chimes before stepping into my office. I shake my head and walk back to my desk before falling into my chair again. 'You have a headache, don't you?'

I nod and grab onto my cup of tea, before looking up at them. 'Did you take some Advil yet?' Neveah asks and I nod, before sipping on my tea. 'But this works best.' I groan, swallowing the disgusting tea.

I absolutely hate this tea, but it usually helps when I'm hungover. This way I should be fine in a few hours.

'How can I help you?' I ask, shoving the papers to the side. I would much rather spend time with them, than work on this stupid mystery.

I notice Neveah staring at the papers, trying to read what it says. 'Not much.' She mumbles, raising a brow at the picture of the dead Navaro. 'We just wanted to ask if you need anything before we go tomorrow morning.'

'Tomorrow morning?' Leya nods and takes a seat across from me, sighing deeply. 'You know before Rio drags us to Italy again.' She groans. What is she- Oh. Right.

'You forgot about it, didn't you?' I nod and take another sip, shivering at the bitter taste going down my throat. 'I don't need anything, thank you.' I smile before staring at Neveah again.

She's still trying to read what the papers say. 'It's French.'

Her eyes shoot to mine, she's ashamed that I caught her snooping. But I don't mind. He's dead anyway.

'What happened to him?' 'His name is Micheal Navaro. His body was found just outside of London and Rio wanted me to see if I found any new hints. The police report doesn't say much about him, just that he might've been involved with some dark people.' I inform, watching her reaction carefully.

She takes in every word and stares at the picture again. 'What's with the skull?'

'So you see it too?' Leya looks at the picture too and nods. 'A two-year-old would recognize it.'

'Well, apparently the police didn't bother to take it in as evidence.' I sigh, staring at the other papers again. 'Which isn't odd. Well, it kind of is I guess.'

'Why didn't they?' Neveah asks, slowly walking to my side of the desk. 'They were probably silenced.' I guess wildly.

'By who?' She seems to enjoy unraveling whatever is going on in London and I wish I could let her help me with this.

But Rio is going to kill me if I even think about letting her assist me.

'We don't know yet.' I whisper before taking another sip of the disgusting brew I made.

'Look at you two, playing detectives and shit.' Leya smiles, making me blush a little as I take the last sip of my tea. I almost throw my mug on the table and take a deep breath. 'I would love to go to town with you, trust me. But I have to go through all these papers.'

'Are you sure you don't want anything?' I shake my head and smile at the two of them. 'We'll get you something anyways.' Leya chimes before heading to the door.

I roll my eyes and smile as they leave me to my work again. The pile of papers seems to grow by the second.

Most of the papers are filled with medical records, blood types, old medical problems, and basic stuff, shit I just have to sort in order for Rio to work with it. Keep only the relevant stuff.

He'll probably hand it to someone like Dom and let him work with it. That way they know their allergies and what they can and can't go through as a person. Traumas.

The only time he used someone's trauma against them, was when he killed Hunter's mother. I remember that day very clearly. Angelica Steel... He killed her without remorse, trying to get his point across. He locked her up, triggering whatever trauma she had from her husband. Her abusive husband.

I didn't talk to him for weeks because it hit too close home. I hated the fact that he used someone's darkest memories, memories they're trying to forget, against them.

She told them everything they needed to know, wanting the torment to stop. I just know that she would've told it regardless of the torturing. It was obvious she wanted nothing to do with her husband ever again.

I always said that I would never help with stuff like this. Using people's traumas against them. But here I am. Filing everything for someone else to use. Handing them their history on a silver platter. All because Rio asked me.

I grab the other stack of papers, filled with information about Vanessa Dimitrov. Navaro's mistress.

The red-haired girl looks stunning in the black dress she was last seen in. I get why Navaro liked her, she's absolutely stunning. But he had a family...

According to our informant, he cheated on his wife with her. Vanessa didn't mind that he had a family. She probably was just in it for the money. But ever since his body was found, she vanished.

And the police aren't doing anything to find her. But why?

People don't just vanish. I know for sure that she had something to do with his murder and I wonder what it is.

But that's not the biggest problem. My biggest concern is that we don't know who is behind the so-called ignorance of the police. Someone is definitely paying them a lot of money to stay quiet.

Just as I'm about to grab a new file, my phone buzzes. I stare at the screen and sigh deeply when I see it's Marco:

𝙳𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑!

Oh god... What did they do now?

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘?

It takes him a while to respond, meaning he's probably moving around. I can't leave them alone for one fucking second!

𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔

I get up from my chair and sigh deeply. Of-fucking-course Marco gave a man that needs pills to stay alive alcohol. I'm going to fucking kill him...

My anger towards Marco rises again, making me want to hurt him in the worst ways possible. I've told him to not hurt or give Kai anything besides what I prepared, yet he continues to ignore my demands.

I walk towards Kai's room and throw open the door. The two of them are staring at each other, Kai has a pillow in his hands, ready to throw it at Marco.

'What the fuck don't you understand about no alcohol?' I groan, closing the door behind me.

'I don't know where he got it from, I truly don't!' Marco exclaims rolling his eyes at me. 'How the fuck did you not notice?!'

'Ma chéri, stop shouting. My head is going to fucking explode.' I slowly turn towards the crippled man, who apparently wants to fuck up his body a bit more and take a deep breath.

He's fucking standing up. The thing I told him not to do. 'Go sit down, now.' Kai huffs like a little kid but does as I say and jumps on his bed, groaning because of the pain. Idiot.

'I told you to keep an eye on him.' I sneer at Marco and he simply shrugs. 'I'm not getting paid enough to watch that dog.'

'What is it with you and your pride!' Kai chuckles before pressing his face into a pillow, whining because of the pain it brings. He's an absolute idiot.

'This is not about pride. I don't get why he's still here, we should've just killed him from the beginning!'

I stare at Marco for a second. He's right. All of this would've been way easier if we just killed Kai the night we left for Athens. That way we wouldn't have to fight about who's going to watch him all the time and I wouldn't waste so much energy on him. It would've been way more effortless.

'Rio wants him alive.' Marco sighs and turns to the door. 'Let's see about that.' And with those words, he walks out of the room.

I don't know what he's going to do, I just know that it won't work.

Rio needs Kai alive. He needs him alive to get to Hunter, even though they haven't done much to get him back yet.

'That was-' 'Shut up.' I sneer, walking to the little bathroom to grab some towels.

I hear movement and just pray to God that he's not walking again. After I grab everything, I walk back to the bedroom and look at him. He's laying in bed and smiles at me.

'Why can't you just listen for once?' I ask, walking over to him. 'What would be fun in listening?'

He hisses as I pull his arm closer to me, so I can unwrap the stupid bandages. 'You shouldn't be walking. You're legs-'

'Are broken, I know.' He jokes, making me look into his eyes. The last time I was this close to him, he had something cheeky to say. But not today. At least not yet.

I grab the damp towel and sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for him to move closer. He knows what's about to go down and absolutely hates it.

'Can you give me something to help with the pain?' He asks softly as I clean the cut on his right arm. 'No.'

'You're a doctor, you can't-' 'You drank alcohol, if I give you something for the pain with it still in your system, you'll die.' I continue wiping his arm and hear him wince again.

'Does it suck?' He asks as I rush into the bathroom to grab some new bandages for his arm. 'What?'

'To work for someone like Rio.' I wonder if he's just asking me this because he's drunk, or because he's actually interested. 'I mean, he keeps bossing you around like a little bitch.'

I roll my eyes and pull his arm closer again, making him want to pull away. But he knows better.

One wrong move and I'll kick against his legs, pinch my nails into his stitches and dislocate his shoulder again. I won't fucking hesitate.

'You should be happy he wants you alive.' He tuts and smirks at me again, making me wonder what the fuck is going on with him. 'You said so yourself, these injuries are worse than death.'

I did say that, but then again, he's walking around as if he's not in pain at all. 'You seem to be just fine, right?' I ask before patting his knee, making him scream out of pain, and walking to the bathroom again.

Rio told me to not use too much stuff on him, but it's impossible if this fucker keeps walking around as if his legs aren't broken!

'Why aren't you answering my question?' I turn towards the door and see him standing there. 'Stay on the fucking-' He almost falls, unable to stand on his own, and shifts all his weight onto the wall.

I rush over to him and take him towards the toilet so that he can sit. He won't make it all the way back to the bed in one piece.

'I told you-' 'I'm fine.' He tries to stand back up, but I push him back down and sigh deeply.

'And I thought Marco was stubborn.' I groan, walking back to the sink to fetch him some water. He chuckles and keeps his eyes on mine. I see him watching my every move in the reflection of the mirror.

For the first time since I've met him, I smile back at him. He's stupid, that's for sure, and he did almost kill Neveah, but ever since he's allowed to walk around he's been acting differently.

'You could just kill me, right?' He says before gulping down on the water. He hands me the cup and points at the sink, signifying that he wants another one. 'Rio wouldn't let me, I've asked before. Trust me.'

'So what, I should thank him for not letting everyone kill me?' He groans, suddenly annoyed again.

It's obvious. He's pissed at something or someone and wanted to drink his problems away. But it didn't work. Not yet at least.

'What's going on with you today?' I ask, handing him another glass of water. Maybe it'll reduce the amount of alcohol in his body. That way I'll be able to give him something to help with his pain.

A smirk forms on his lips and he stares at my hands on my waist, before moving his gaze back up to my eyes.

'What do you mean, ma chéri?' Right... I told him a million times to stop calling me that. He kept asking why, but I won't tell him that yet and he said that he won't stop until I tell him. Prick.

'Are you sad that Hunter didn't come to safe you yet?' I ask a little annoyed. His smirk immediately disappears and his brows turn into a frown. Now I'm the one smirking as I walk back to the sink to wet the towel again.

'Did I hit a nerve, Davis?' I look at him through the mirror and enjoy the state I put him in. He's definitely angry, meaning I certainly did hit a nerve, but I couldn't care less.

I told him, time and time again, that I don't want him calling me ma chéri, yet he continues to do so. So fuck his feelings.

'I just wanted to know why someone like you would be working for someone like Curzio.' He mumbles before pulling his shirt over his head.

I've seen his chest before, but he still seems to amaze me every time. He has more tattoos than Tiago, a little less than Rio, but it's just perfect.

'Someone like me?' He nods and sighs deeply, leaning back a little as he tries to get comfortable against the cold tiles. 'That's what I said, didn't I?'

I roll my eyes and walk closer to him, gently wiping the bruises on his chest. They seem to heal pretty well. 'Meaning?'

He smirks and stares into my eyes. We're just inches away from each other, just like always, but this time it's different. There's so much tension in the air, it's suffocating me.

'You're too good to work for him, Celine.' He slowly trails his hand up my arm and pulls me closer, almost forcing me to climb on top of him. I gasp for air and freeze, not knowing what to do. 'You keep helping me despite me being an absolute piece of shit.' He continues.

I gently continue rubbing his chest, making him flinch just a little.

His hand feels so soft, yet rough at the same time. A perfect mix. A mix I didn't know I wanted to experience.

'Are you saying I wouldn't kill you?' I ask, tilting my head a little so I can look into his eyes.

He stares into my soul for a second, deciphering me in the worst way possible, and smiles. 'You're too fragile, too small to actually hurt someone.' He smirks, making me press the towel against his chest a bit harder. 'Think again.' I snap before stepping away from him.

He continues to smirk as I walk back to the sink, washing the towel once more.

'Hunter would really like you in our team.' I stare into the mirror, straight into his eyes, and almost gasp for air again. Why is this happening right now?

I was just supposed to check in on him, but instead, he's watching my every move and making me wonder who the fuck he actually is.

'Too bad. I'm already working for someone.' Kai scoffs and puts his shirt back on, before slowly taking off his trousers.

'Too bad indeed, you could get way more out of us.' Yeah right... I roll my eyes and walk back over him, crouching down to look at his knee. It's still purple and more swollen than it was yesterday. 'I told you to stop walking, didn't I?'

I look up and notice his eyes on me again. He doesn't seem to care one bit.

'Kai-' 'Why are you working for Curzio, Celine?' He asks again. 'Why does it matter?'

'I just want to get to know you a bit better, maybe then I can stop judging you just by your gorgeous looks.'

My cheeks flush red and I roll my eyes at his compliment. It's sweet and all, but I have to keep in mind who he is. Who he works for. The enemy...

'I could ask you the same thing.' I state, gently rubbing his knee to clean him up. 'As if you would care.' He huffs, flinching at the cold touch on his skin.

'Why else would I ask?' His eyes shoot back to mine and he takes a deep breath. Is he really going to tell me his story?

'Hunter and I-' Oh god. Here we go. I get on my knees and look up at him, waiting for him to continue. He smiles for a second at the sight of me, on my knees in front of him, making me roll my eyes as I get up and walk to the sink again. 'Continue.'

He chuckles and sighs before looking at me again. 'We go way back. Like middle school back.' He explains and all I can do is nod. I have to remember everything he's saying right now so that I can tell Rio about it.

Even though he probably already knows all about his backstory.

'I got into some messed up shit,' He mumbles, obviously ashamed of whatever it was, 'Let's just say that I needed a lot of money and I didn't have any.' He was in debt to someone...

'Keep in mind, this was all around sophomore year of high school, I was an idiot.' You still are.

'Hunter wanted to pay for me, but Adrian-' He looks up at me again, trying to see if I know who Adrian is. 'Hunter's father.' He nods and leans back against the tiles, 'He didn't like me very much. I was the only Asian in class. An outsider if you ask me.'

The look in his eyes says it all, he hated being the only Asian, which I understand, but it seems as if his friends didn't really help him through any of it.

'Hunter didn't treat me as an outsider though. He treated me as if I was his brother.' A glimmer of true happiness flashes through his eyes. Hunter made him feel safe in some way. The same way the Curzio's made me feel safe when they saved me.

'So he kind of forced his father to pay for me and yeah.' He finishes with a smile, making me smile back at him. 'That's the story.'

'Not as complicated as I thought.' Kai looks up at me and shrugs. 'There's much more of course, but that's not important.'

Suddenly, I feel sorry for telling him Hunter isn't searching for him. But he isn't. They aren't looking for him at all.

'Now tell me about your story.' He insists, making me giggle a little. 'Nope. Not happening.'

His eyes widen, he probably really thought that this was a moment of openness. Well, he thought wrong.

'But I-' 'I never said I was going to tell you anything.' I smirk before walking over to him.

I hold out my arm for him to hold onto, but he simply stares into my eyes and sighs. 'You're a real bitch did you know?'

'A bitch that is keeping you alive right now, so calm down.'

I grab his arm and force him on his feet, no way am I carrying him to the bed. He can walk for a few seconds.

We make our way to the bedroom, slowly since he wants to be a crybaby about it now, and I wait for him to climb onto the bed.

'So you're really not going to tell me about your story?' He groans, trying to get comfortable on the bed. I nod and walk back to the door. It was fun while it lasted, but I have work to do.

'Why not?' Is he serious right now?

We stare at each other for a second, neither of us saying a word. It's not awkward, just peaceful. Our shoulders move in sync as we breathe at the same time.

'Because I don't have to.' I whisper, walking through the door and closing it behind me. I hear him shout something as I walk away and can't help but smile. He certainly is something else.

'What are you all smiley about?' Rio asks. Apparently, he was standing in the hall.

I almost jump at the sight of him, since I wasn't expecting him at all. 'You are-' 'Come with me.' He starts walking without waiting for me to answer. He knows I'll follow him.

We walk towards his office and both take a seat. 'What is it?'

'I need you to go to a birthday party for me.' What? He takes a deep breath and shoves a bunch of papers my way. 'You'll be going with Leon, he's going to be here in five minutes. And you two need to find out about a few things, alright?'

'Like what?' I ask, wanting to know a bit more about what he wants me to do. 'Leon will explain. You might want to change into something else.' He suggests, making me frown my brow a little. 'Are you saying I look bad?'

'Make of it what you want Cel, just go get your stuff!' He groans, before walking out of his office again.

What's with everyone and ordering me around today!?

I rush to my room and put on a light blue blazer, with a white crop-top underneath, and some black jeans.

Just as I walk over to my dresser, to grab some jewelry, the door swings open. Leon smiles at me and taps on his watch. 'Rio gave you five minutes right?'

'Ever heard of knocking?' I ask laughing a little. He shrugs and waits for me to follow him. He has a gleam in his eyes. I've honestly never seen him this happy before.

'What's up with you?' 'Let's talk about it in the car, shall we?' I nod and follow him through the house. Rio is waiting for us at the front door. He quickly talks to Leon in Italian, probably about the shit he needs us to do.

'Okay.' Rio turns to me and smiles. 'See, you look better now.' I shove him away and open the door. Leon's grey G-Wagon is parked right in the middle and I rush over to it. 'Good luck and try not to kill anyone!'

Leon walks over to the other side of the car and hops in. He immediately starts driving and races through the gates.

'I really want to get back as quick as possible.' He groans, making me look at him for a second. 'Should I even ask why?'

He smiles at me and opens his mouth, 'Neveah.' We say in unison, making the both of us smile.

'Let me guess, you've been with her the whole day.' I ask playfully, but he nods wildly. 'Yes, and it has been amazing.'

'Just don't break her back and please take it easy because she still needs to rest.' He rolls his eyes at me and looks back at the road ahead. 'I will, trust me.'

'You better. We need her whole for the trip.' He groans and starts driving a bit faster again, 'I'm not going to hurt her.' Good.

I don't want her to go through whatever heartbreak she went through. She'll leave if she has to go through that again.

'Where are we going?' I ask since Rio didn't give me much to work with. 'We're going to a birthday party, Eugene and Martin will be there and I have to talk to them about Hunter.'

Eugene... The last time he saw me, I was about to kill him. 'I don't think it's a good idea for me to come with you then...'

Leon chuckles and keeps on driving, not caring about a thing I just said. 'We know about your little accident.' He smiles, quickly looking my way again, 'And it's fine. There's no vendetta so far and he knows that he shouldn't try something tonight.'

If you say so...

'Whose birthday party is it anyway?' He sighs deeply and seems to not like the person whose life we're going to celebrate tonight. 'If I tell you, you're going to kill me for taking you.'

My skin crawls and I can only think of one person. Jayden Mitchell... But his birthday is in December. Two days before mine. The tenth. It's the eleventh of October. Two more months I guess...

'Who is it?' He sighs and drives up to a parking lot, with at the end of it a big staircase leading up to a mansion. 'You'll see.'

He waits for me to get out, but I want him to tell me before we go in. Leon being Leon, he stares at me for a few seconds before jumping out of the car. I follow him towards the stairs and stare up at the house.

It's absolutely hideous, decorated with huge black fabric wrapped around the whole thing. Why would you do such a thing?

'You think you'll survive?' I nod and stare at him. He seems nervous about something, making me wonder who the hell we're here for. 'Are you?'

'I just want to get this over with so I can go back to Neveah.' He mumbles. I want to roll my eyes at him, but decide not to. I'm happy for him, he finally got his girl back, and I don't want him to think I don't support it.

'Let's do this then.' I walk up the stairs and take in the house a bit more. Whoever decided to ruin the house by wrapping it in fabric, is absolutely insane.

The front door is wide open, giving us access to peek inside. Not that there's much to see, besides the people dancing on each other to the soft bass audible from where we're standing.

'Do I even know this person?' I ask as we walk inside, trying to maneuver our way past all the sweaty people. 'Yes.' He groans, pulling me towards a quieter place. 'You haven't met him before, but you know him. Trust me.'

I nod and try to come up with who it might be, but nothing pops up. Not a single soul.

We enter the lounge and grab a glass of champagne from the tray going around the room. I take a sip and take everything in, hating absolutely everything about this place. It's terrible.

'Celine Dufort, what a pleasure to see you here.' I turn around slowly and come eye to eye with the man I held at gunpoint about a month ago.

'Eugene Jelani, it has been a while hasn't it!' Leon exclaims, shaking the man's hand happily. He knows what happened and is trying his best to defuse the tension. 'Leonardo Curzio, what a surprise to see you here my friend!'

The two hug for a second, leaving me speechless. I knew Eugene wasn't really on anyone's side, but it didn't seem that way the last time I saw him.

'How have you been?' 'Everything is running smoothly, what about you?' I stare at the two of them again and can't help but think about whose party we're at.

'Excuse me.' A girl with wavy purple hair brushes past me and smiles at the men next to me. 'Gentlemen, you're presence has been requested.' She smiles, before biting her lower lip and moving her gaze on Leon.

I roll my eyes and wait for him to say something, but he doesn't seem to mind. Of course, he doesn't. He's a Curzio.

'Okay, let's go and see what's going on.' Leon mumbles as he grabs my arm and pulls me with him. The purple-haired girl tuts and stares at his hand around my arm. 'She's not allowed to come.' Great!

'Why not?' Leon asks in my stead, turning towards the girl again. 'She's with me.' 'I got strict order to just get you two.' She fake smiles at him.

He sighs deeply and turns back to me. 'Do you mind?' I shake my head, knowing that he won't go otherwise.

I know that we'll leave as soon as he's done, so why not get it over with as quickly as possible.

'Go and hurry, I don't want to stay too long.' He wraps his arms around me, hugging me for just a second, and quickly walks after the purple-haired girl and Eugene.

I'm all alone again. The room suddenly seems a little calmer, some people left for sure, and I walk over to the, now empty, couch.

'Are you enjoying the party?' An unfamiliar voice whispers next to me. I turn towards the attractive boy and move back a little. He's way too close for comfort.

He has dark hair and dark eyes, with sunkissed skin, driving me insane with his long lashes.

'Depends on who's asking.' His perfect lips curl up and he clings his glass against mine. I notice a girl on the other side of him and try not to make my disgust too obvious. 'Someone who wants an honest opinion.'

He seems young for someone who works with criminal shit, about Brandon's age.

'The party seems fine, but the decorating is way off. It doesn't fit the aesthetic of the house at all.' I explain, taking a sip of my champagne. He chuckles softly and moves a little closer, making me stare at him in the corner of my eyes.

So far he's not touching me, but I don't trust his intentions. He has a girl on his lap, why would he make a move on me if he can have her?

'That's what I told my mom, but she didn't want to listen.' I gulp at his words and wish I could take back every word I just said. 'Is that so?' 'Mhm.' He nods before chugging down his last bit of champagne.

'I like you.' He smiles at me, making me smile back out of politeness. 'You're the only one who has been honest with me.'

We stare at each other, enjoying each other's company in silence. 'What's your name, Princesa?'

'Celine Dufort.' I answer, keeping my eyes on him to see how he reacts. Not many people know me, but I feel like he does somehow.

'So you're the famous Celine Dufort.' He says impressed that it's me. I nod and tilt my head a little, watching as he shoves the girl off of his lap slowly. 'I'm Luca.'

'Luca Santos'

No- Fucking- Way.

Out of all the people I thought we would go to, it's him. It's his birthday party. The boy who hates Leon with his whole being. If he knew- 'So Leonardo couldn't even congratulate me himself?'

'He's-' 'Not that I mind, I would much rather have you than him.' Of course. It's no secret that he hates Leon more than anything.

The only thing standing in his way of murdering Leon is the fear of his mother's wrath if he does. She'll be furious.

That and Rio. He would instantly be annihilated by Rio if he would even think about harming Leon.

'Is that so?' He nods and moves a little closer, placing his arm on the back of the couch. 'You're amusing.'

Out of all the parties they could take me to, Rio decided that it would be a good idea to take me to the birthday party of a nineteen-year-old boy who absolutely hates us. Great!