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⚠️ Contains mature content such as smut, violence, language and drug use⚠️
18+ recommended
Death is real, no one is safe and the prettiest girls have the darkest secrets. While the nicest guys have the coldest hearts.
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" Where the fuck are you?!" Nick yelled impatiently into my ear forcing me to recoil and hold the phone away from my ear. Slamming the door closed, I gazed back at the checkered building. It was called Cookies and cream and it was packed as it was to be expected. The place was a off brand of hooters but the women wore even less which was perfect for the guys too young to get into the strip club and the older men that just couldn't afford it. Tonight was the hot wing special, the women wore bikini's instead of t-shirts and it was all you could eat.
It was a perfect meeting place, we didn't stand out and on nights like tonight it was too crowded, too loud for anyone to ease drop or even notice us slipping into the private room. But my feet didn't move, ever since the accident and within 24 hours Nick had completely lost his mind.
He was acting as if everyone was his enemy.
I understood how he felt, he really was crazy when it came to Mia but everyone was pissed about the situation. That was the entire reason we were meeting here. Corey refused to come to Nick's, any of Tony's clubs or the bordellos.
"If that's really how your going to act, I'm going to get back in my car and go home. Fuck this"
