First book for 'The Game's' series!
Sofia Garcia, also known as the assassin Raven, has always had a messy life then it gets messier when she goes to a dance and accidentally- (on purpose) kisses the most dangerous mafia boss only to end up in a spi...
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I lay in bed while sipping on my lemonade. My hair was tied up in a messy bun. My face looked horrifying and I felt like shit. I grabbed the glass of water on my bedside and gulped it down. Everything still tastes like the drinks I drank last night. I get up and rush to the bathroom as I feel the water rise ready for me to puke it out.
I make it to the bathroom and end up vomiting for the third time today. I should probably just keep a bucket by my bedside at this rate. And just to be clear, I'm definitely not pregnant. I'm absolutely certain about that. Although, now I'm starting to second-guess myself. Remembering every detail from last night is both a blessing and a curse.
My kiss flashes through my mind making me puke more. I groan and lean on the sink. Gosh, what was I thinking?
"Sofia!" The annoying voices of my friends fill the air. I hear them walk around looking for me. Savannah walks into the bathroom and looks at me with a blank face.
"Found her." She yells out and I wince at the sound. Riley walks in looking at me with the same expression.
"What?" I glare at them.
"How much did you drink last night?" Savanah deadpans. Both of them can drink a ton load of drinks and be perfectly fine by morning with a small headache or two. I on the other hand cannot drink more than 3 drinks without feeling drunk already. I drank 6 or more yesterday and the hangover hurts like a bitch.
"2." I lie. They give me a look. "6."
"Gosh, Sofia." Riley sighs helping me up.
"You look like shit." Savanah points out.
"Thanks!"
"We have work but I don't know if you're up to it." She shrugs stating the obvious.
"Oh leave her alone Sav." Riley rolls her eyes doing my hair. "Day off?" She asks.
"Please."
"What about your Dad? What will he say."
"Oh, he knows my state." I laugh remembering last night when I arrived home drunk. Let's just say he wasn't going to throw me a party. "Where is he anyway?"
"Downstairs making you food."
"You guys staying?"
"Of course, you'll do something absolutely dangerous without us." Savanah laughs recalling the last time I was hungover and burned our kitchen down.
"Totally wasn't my fault." I protest.
"Sure it wasn't."
"It wasn't!"
"Am I interrupting something?" My dad says standing at the door with a tray.
"Nope, perfect timing Dad!" I grin up at him and he scoffs at me a smile creeping on his lips.
