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528 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 5, 2021

"The real power is the man behind the curtain. The producer at the epicenter of global culture. I’m building my empire without a penny of my parents’ money. I want to stand on top of the mountain without a single asterisk next to my name. The American Dream is to be a self-made man. And that’s why I started my bank account at zero, no trust fund, no cheats. Every dollar I earn goes into that account—every hustle, every deal."
“I love you too, Miles,” she says.
“Since when?”
Now she’s smiling all the way, her eyes gleaming.
“Since I saw you naked,” she says.
I laugh, seizing her and kissing her hard.
“Is that the only reason?”
“Yes. I’m horribly shallow.”
“You know what, I’m fine with that. I’ve always wanted to be objectified.”
I’m not disinterested just because I’m shy. I actually like being surrounded by people, when no one is bothering me. I like seeing the little flashes that pass between people, the hidden indicators of who they are and what they’re thinking and how they feel about each other.
This is no boy—this is Dean Yenin.
And he looks ready to rip out my jugular with his teeth.
His face is wet with tears. He knows that I see it. He knows I heard him crying.
He seizes me by the throat and slams me up against the wall, my head jolting against the tiles.
His fist draws back. I catch one glimpse of bruised and swollen knuckles, before he propels it directly toward my face.
I shriek, squeezing my eyes tight shut.
I hear the shattering of tile as his fist hits the wall next to my ear.
I open my eyes and immediately regret it, because Dean’s face is right against mine, his eyes purple fire and his nose pressed against my cheek. He hisses, “If you tell anyone . . . anyone . . . I’ll fucking kill you.”
Ares has a calming presence. He’s one of those people you can sit with in silence without ever feeling uncomfortable. When I do speak to him, he always answers with a smile. Ares isn’t as flashy as Leo or Miles. He dresses in the plainest, cheapest clothes, and his dark, shaggy hair always looks like it needs cutting. He’s reserved and unassuming. But he has a kind of quiet strength that’s powerful all the same. I often find myself looking at him, without any particular reason. When he does speak, his voice is deep and resonate. The kind of voice that vibrates in your bones.
Hedeon seems to have decided that, in the shortage of girls, he might as well dance with Cat. Cat is confused by this at first, and keeps trying to edge away from him, so Hedeon grabs her hands and twirls her around. I have to stifle a laugh at the terrified look on Cat’s face. Hedeon may be grumpy, but he’s not a bad dancer. He’s surprisingly patient as Cat steps on his foot a couple of times before getting into the swing of it.
“No sunset, no painting, no creation of god or man is more stunning than you.”
“There’s no other happy ending for me. I want Miles, and no one else.”
"You're mine," he growls. "All mine."
"I only want to be yours," I sob. "Don't let him take me away."
"I promised you," Miles says. "I don't make promises easily. And I never break them after."That's the unwavering determination I flove!
I f***ing need her. I'm no good without her.
Zoe brings out the best in me. She makes me smarter, stronger, more determined. And most of all, she holds back that dark and reckless part of me.
She's my rudder, my guide.
I can't fly without her, or I'll crash and burn, I know it.