𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 / academic rivals 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤
Georgia Ivy Findlay is the girl who seems to have it all together-smart, kind, and effortlessly cool. But beneath that calm exterior, she's got a secret life as an assassin, forced to grow...
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This morning, I was woken up by the brutal reminder that I still needed a date for the ball my father was hosting—his grand way of announcing that he's stepping down and handing the mafia leadership over to me.
No pressure or anything.
So instead of going to school today, I stayed home, pacing around like a maniac and trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do. The ball was tomorrow. Tomorrow. And I still didn't have a date.
Not like I could just take one of the girls I've hooked up with before. None of them are from a mafia family, even if they were most of them aren't respectful. I needed someone connected or Someone who wouldn't raise eyebrows or draw the wrong kind of attention.
Just as I was spiraling for the tenth time, I heard footsteps behind me.
"Hey, Enzo. Did you find a date yet?" Beck asked as he walked into my room without knocking, like always.
He and I were the only ones home. Everyone else was either at school or busy dealing with last-minute ball prep. Lucky them.
I let out a sigh. "No, not yet."
"Well, good," Beck said, leaning against my doorway with that smug look he always wears when he knows I'm not going to like what comes next. "Because I think I might've found someone for you."
I narrowed my eyes. "You say that like I'm supposed to hate this idea."
He grinned. "Because you are."
"Who is it?"
"It's Georgia."
I blinked. "Georgia who?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Georgia Findlay. Your enemy. Georgia."
I stared at him like he'd just suggested I throw myself off the roof. "No."
"Why not?" he asked, clearly enjoying this.
"Because I hate her," I snapped. "And she might not even be part of a mafia family."
"Yeah," Beck shrugged, "but what other choice do you have? You don't have anyone else lined up, and bringing her might actually help."
"How?"
"Well, for starters," he said, ticking off points on his fingers, "she's hot, unpredictable, and smart—which means people will notice her. And second, if you're so curious about what she meant when she said she'd find out what we do, maybe this is your chance to get ahead of that."
I ran a hand through my hair. Damn it.
"Fine," I muttered, after a long pause. "I'll ask her. But I'm only doing this because i have no choice. That's it."
Beck smirked, clearly pleased with himself. "Of course. Just for the mission. Not because she gets under your skin or anything."
