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Back Losers: Part I Save as PDF
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  1. Table of Contents
  2. Content Note
  3. A Note From The Author
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  56. Acknowledgements
  57. Also By Harley Laroux
  58. About The Author

I was about to ask what the hell he meant, but the door behind us opened and someone exclaimed loudly, “Oh, thank God! Jess, what the hell?”

Ashley hurried out to me, holding an umbrella that she quickly brought me beneath. Vincent stepped back as she fretted over me. “Was it worth getting soaked for some weed? Oh my God, your lashes are falling off. Here, let’s get you to the bathroom.” She gave Vincent a disapproving glare. “Maybe next time, do your deals someplace a little less shady?”

“But where else can I find conveniently placed dumpsters to throw my clients’ bodies in?” Vincent said right before we slipped inside, and Ashley groaned in disgust.

“He’s such a creep,” she said. “Take me with you next time, girl! Don’t trust that weirdo. You know Mark Ringwald told me that Sarah Everdeen told him that her cousin found out Vincent is into some really fucked up shit. He’s, like, a devil worshiper or something.”

“I think devil worshippers only sacrifice virgins, so I’m pretty sure I’m safe.” I was joking, but Ashley nodded as her mouth formed into an ‘O,’ as if I’d told her incredibly important information.

We cleaned up my makeup and Ashley called a friend who had an emergency wardrobe change. I could go back out on the floor and dance with my friends, sneak more vodka from Ashley’s flask, and pretend I was having the best night of my life.

And maybe there had been something good that night. Something small and uncertain, but warm despite the rain. Maybe I didn’t know it yet. Maybe I wouldn’t know it for years. But that small thing stayed, even unnurtured, and waited for its opportunity to grow.

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Jessica

I was still walking funny when Vincent dropped me off at home. He even walked me to the door, back to being a gentleman now that he was done torturing me until I screamed.

We stopped at the door, and he leaned over me as he gripped my face in his hands, squeezing my cheeks as he made me look up at him. “You’re going to be a good girl until Friday, right?”

Friday was when I would be going over to their house to complete my task for Lucas. I would be showing up as an accessorized toy for Jason to play with as he pleased. I still didn’t know what exactly Vincent had in that box, but come Friday, I was sure I’d be getting intimately acquainted.

“It might be easier to be good if you send me that video you mentioned,” I said, daring to push my luck.