𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒
and the Kooks
have no other choice than
living together, sharing
the same island. But this summer,
rivalries reached a peak, and
there's no going back.
In which Margot Maybank tries to fix her brother's mistakes, but not everyt...
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Outer Banks, Figure-Eight August 8th, 2020 9:24pm
Barry had asked me to do many things over the past few days, including delivering packages, collecting cash from his deals, and accompanying him to visit clients who still hadn't paid. I was terrified every time I went, but at least I hadn't touched a gun since the first night I started working for him.
That night, he had asked me to meet one of his clients at a fancy hotel on Figure Eight, which honestly felt less intimidating than meeting shady men in the woods. As I walked toward the building, I glanced at Barry's text one last time.
"Room 203. Act confident, smile at the receptionists, and it'll go smoothly," I read silently, sighing before stepping inside.
The lobby was massive, but at this hour, it was relatively quiet. The sound of my heels echoed loudly against the marble floor, drawing a few curious glances. Dressed like a Kook, just as Barry had instructed to help me blend in, I wore a long white dress with high heels that hurt with every step. I smiled politely at the woman behind the reception desk and made my way to the elevator, hoping she wouldn't ask any questions, since my bag wasn't filled with makeup but it was packed with bags of cocaine.
"Excuse me, miss?" I heard her call out.
"Yes?" I asked, turning around, my heart pounding so loudly it echoed in my ears.
"Are you a visitor?" she asked.
"Oh, um—I'm a client. My boyfriend booked us a room," I said confidently.
"Which number, please?" she asked.
"203," I replied without hesitation.
She smiled softly at the mention of the room number and nodded, before pointing toward the elevators. "Well, I wish you a very pleasant night. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast, I guess? I see your boyfriend already paid for two breakfasts," she said.
"Yeah, sure. Goodnight," I smiled and walked away as quickly as I could.
I had no idea why this man had paid for two breakfasts, and panic started to set in. Maybe I wouldn't just be dealing with one man, but two. Still, I didn't have much of a choice. I hurried into the elevator and pressed the button for the second floor. As the doors opened, I walked down the hallway, my heart racing with every step until I finally reached the room.
Somehow, I thought this would be less scary, but it wasn't. If there were two men waiting inside, this could be even more dangerous than anything I'd faced before. It was the first time a client had refused to give Barry their name and bought so many drugs at once. It took me a moment to gather the courage to knock on the door, but eventually, I did. It wasn't long before someone opened it.
When the man appeared, my first reflex was to laugh nervously, shaking my head in disbelief. "Hi, Island girl," Rafe Cameron greeted.
"Are you—?" I checked the room number again and rolled my eyes. "I should have known."
