Don't Play With Fire

Chapter Eighteen

I held the gun at Diego, square between his eyes. "You thought you would get away with it, didn't you?" He swallowed thickly and kept his hands raised. "I trusted you..."

Shaking my head, I stepped forward with a sigh. "No one- and I mean no one.." He stared at the barrel of the gun. "Gets away with what you just did." I smirked and pulled the trigger which then started to spray the tequila all of his shirt. "Go get that body shot, you sneaky motherfucker!"

The rest of the partygoers on the yacht cheered loudly when I picked him up and carried him to the table where I laid him down. "You're twenty, D!"

"Fuck yes!" He yelled with his hands up as a girl licked the tequila and salt off of his stomach.

I chuckled and brought my drink to my lips before moving back to the side of the yacht and looking out at the large stretch of water. "I'm not sure how you did it.." I looked up, smiling when Elena leaned against the rail beside me. "But you've managed to turn Diego into a goddamn douchebag, congrats."

"Why thank you, hard work pays off." She pushed my shoulder and I chuckled, turning to face her as I leaned back. "Happy Birthday, Elena." I said, raising my glass and she softly tapped her girly ass margarita with mine.

"Thank you, Y/n." She slowly sipped her drink before looking up when a shirtless, swim trunks wearing boy walked passed. "Ooh." She mumbled, pulling her glasses down and watching him walk. "Would you look at the ass on that one.."

I snorted and shook my head as she handed me her glass. "Gonna break his heart?"

"Into a million pieces, excuse me." I watched her walk away and smile seductively at the boy, shaking his hand. That girl was something else, wasn't she?

As I leaned against the rail, looking over at the water, I could feel my head clearing up and that meant I was sobering. Sobering led to thinking and thinking led to the numbness fading.

It's been a few days to be honest since I've found out the bullshit I've been fed. Flower not having slept with anyone, Brooklyn not being my son. It was all funny really. They really duped the hell out of me.

Not only that, I couldn't help but wonder... did everyone know? Did they all play a part to make sure I kept them safe? Away from prison. What if.. what if they didn't tell me about my past for myself but solely to break away from the FBI to protect themselves?

But not Juno, not my Juno. She wouldn't turn on me like that. But if Stef had, who's to say they all didn't? I couldn't believe that though.. not June.

"Savanna." I said when I saw her walking by and she nodded. "Bring me something, yeah? Not a drink." She smirked softly and walked off while I pulled out my phone, calling Ace.

"Hey boss."

I turned away from the water and watched everyone enjoy themselves. "Remember what we were talking about yesterday.. do it."

"Consider it done. I'll call you." I thanked him before hanging up and sliding my phone into my pocket as Savanna walked back over to me with a silver square plate, white lines atop it.

I grinned before grabbing the metal snuff straw and placing it at the bottom of the one, then sniffing up in one motion.

Instantly I felt the euphoria rush over me as I gripped the tube straw and leaned back against the rails. What... the hell was I thinking about again?

"Good?" Savanna whispered and I nodded softly, not even protesting when I felt her hand grab my own to pull me forward. But as we passed by Diego, I grabbed his arm and pulled him with me.