Chapter 2

The sleek black Mercedes drove through the neon-lit streets of Miami, the hum of the engine the only sound in the thick, suffocating silence.

I sat pressed against the door, my fingers digging into the cold leather, my head pounding in time with the beats still echoing in my skull from the club.

The alcohol moved in my stomach, but the real sickness was the ache in my chest, the one that had nothing to do with vodka and everything to do with the man beside me.

Alex’s ...