Victoria Navitski's already messed up life turned sideways after the death of a close family member. Now, not only does she need to protect herself from the attacks of revenge seekers, but gang members too.
She enters the world of drugs, revenge se...
Lord, Ladies, cats and dogs (deepest apologies if you're a donkey or baboon, or anything else for that matter), once again, I present the younger Navitski brother, Stephan;
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“Bad Girls Have Bad Secrets.”
The Eighteenth Secret — Murder
"The car was a navy blue Toyota Corolla." Shane's accusing gaze was on Logan once more, "You drive a Toyota Corolla of the same colour don't you?"
My eyes flickered to the car aside me. It wasn't the car Logan usually drove— which belonged to his elder sister, he'd said — instead, it was a silver BMW. "I didn't know there was only one blue Toyota in this city," I muttered sarcastically.
Mason's phone began to ring, cutting off anyone who was about to speak. He answered, "Conrad?"
A heavy silence fell on us as we listened intently, nervously, unable to make out what my father was saying on the other end. Mason spoke, "I'll be there in a few minutes." He switched the phone off and slipped it into his pocket, "They've released Conrad, I'm going to pick him up— don't do anything stupid." He rushed off into his car before anyone could respond.
