Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94686 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“Don’t kid yourself. You’ve always been my dog.”
“Yeah, right, Jazz.”
“I got you to eat tons of puppy chow.”
“That’s because you said it was sloppy joe mix.”
“Doesn’t matter. It counts as proof.” I leaned in as he got on my side and whispered, “Could you break into a locked room?”
He watched me for a minute as if unsure how to swallow that answer. “That depends.”
“On what?”
“If the rooms are connected to a rich white boy.”
“Come on, Troy.”
He rubbed his hands together and then wiped his face. “This has trouble written all over it.”
“Maybe, or it could be important to why we’re here.”
“What rooms you need broken into?” He lowered his voice.
“They’re at the end of the big hallway on the first floor. It’s easy to spot them. They’re the only two that are locked in probably the whole house.”
“That doesn’t mean anything is in there.”
“Chase refused to open them and got pretty heated when I mentioned seeing his baby pictures.”
“He probably had braces as a kid or something. That guy is real narcissistic.”
Troy and his dictionary. Oh, lord.
I rolled my eyes. “No he’s not. He’s just particular about how he looks.”
“He has clear polish on his nails.”
“He likes to keep them fresh and clean.” I waved him away. “Anyway, we’re off topic. If I got him out of the house, could you get into the rooms?”
“And do what, Jazz? What the hell should I be doing in there to begin with?”
“I just want to know what’s in there. What does he have to hide?”
“This guy’s dangerous.”
“Yet, you helped him kidnap me.”
He moved his face a little to my right where he could see behind me, but it wasn’t too obvious. I didn’t have to be a genius to know he was watching Vivian. Only he thought he was getting one over on everybody. It was blatantly clear he couldn’t keep his eyes off her.
“Are you still having a difficult time getting over Vivian?” I asked.
“I’m over her.” He moved his face away. “So back to this stupid plan of yours. You want me to somehow avoid pretty boy’s guards and house staff, to get inside of a locked room—”
“Two locked rooms.” I held up two fingers.
“I’m sorry. Two locked rooms and you don’t know what you want me to do when I get in there.”
“I don’t know. Take pictures and let me know what you see.”
“What if there’s a body in there?”
I raised my hands in the air. “Umm. . .I think you should call the cops or something, but I doubt there’s a body in there.”
“Why not?”
“Chase wouldn’t hide a body in his house.”
“No? Where would he hide it?”
I bit my lip. “On a beach, apparently.”
“Yeah. He has too many secrets.”
“That’s what I’m saying.”
“Then drop him.”
I sighed. “I can’t, not until I know everything.”
“I don’t trust him, Jazz. He’s dangerous and he’s hiding something, not just in the rooms, but with the body and even these chicks.”
“What do you mean?”
“He told me he didn’t have the binders with their information and that they were already in Italy with his investigators. However, I go in this room on his plane and the files are right there. I went through all of them.”
“You read up on Dawn and the rest?”
“Yeah. They’re all hiding something. I don’t even know if it’s the same secrets or not.”
“Then I guess we’re about to find out.”
“I don’t know about that. These people spent a lot of money to hide things. You think they’re going to let two poor kids from our hood discover their dirty secrets?”
“No, but then poor kids like us don’t play by their rules. We have our own and they have no idea what they are.”
He frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Me neither, but I really felt like that sounded bad ass, so I went with it.”
Laughing, he walked off. “You’re still a geek, Jazz.”
“But are you going to do that for me?”
“Maybe.”
Chapter 11
Troy
From the kitchen window, I watched Viv and Jasmine lounge by the pool, chatting about whatever. They laughed a lot so it had to be something related to sex. I’d been around them enough to understand that sex served as their favorite topic and always kept them giggling like teenagers. It was good to see Viv laugh again. Fuck. It was good to see her period.
In the sunlight, her moist skin looked like gold. Strips of bright blue wrapped around her and formed a swim suit that made me want to rip away at the fabric. She’d pulled all that silky blonde hair up into a pony tail. Over her eyes, she wore turquoise shades with glitter on the frame. She was so fine. I couldn’t take my behind outside, so I leaned against the counter by the sink and drooled in private.
“Don’t feel like a swim today?” Chase said from behind me. That was one of the things I was starting to hate about this motherfucker. He had the capability of sneaking up on me, when he didn’t want to be heard. People didn’t just silently walk around. The ones that could were sneaky.