“Hell nah. Where the fuck is Jada?” he asked no one in particular. My heart dropped, and my ears started ringing at the sound of that familiar name. Jada. Could this be the same girl from the photo? Could Jada be Unrequited? I’d already figured out that the sender had to be someone who knew the Kings personally—someone who knew all their secrets. Who better than the girl who’d been their centerpiece for so long?
