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vibrations echoed into my flesh. When I came in her mouth, she just sucked me harder, willing another climax from me. It didn’t take long. All I could feel was Reese. I’d do anything that girl wanted.
    I sobbed as I came again. She climbed up me and straddled my thigh. I let go of her hand to grasp her hip. My fingertips dug into her ass. She rocked hard against me. I pressed my leg into her. She leaned down to kiss me. Her tongue tasted like tequila and me, but with some Reese mixed in. I moved my other hand from her tits, down the plane of her stomach, and slid a finger on either side of her clit. Her breathing came in short, staccato gasps. Then she came and collapsed on me.
    I fell asleep covered by a blanket of Reese, the warm wetness on my thigh turning cool, the taste of us still lingering in my mouth.

Chapter Two
     
    “Do you want to go out with me?” Reese asked as she sat across from me with a cup of coffee.
    “You mean, like going steady?” I injected as much breathless sarcasm as I could into my question.
    “Shut up.” Reese rolled her eyes and glared.
    “Fine. Where are we going?”
    “There’s an internet café in town so we can check…” She hesitated, gauging my reaction. “The situation in Vegas.” I nodded to let her know I wasn’t freaking out so she continued. “And there’s a pharmacy. I want to get some antibiotics and painkillers for Ryan.” We both looked to where he was still sleeping on the couch.
    “Umm, don’t you need a prescription for that?”
    She looked at me like I wasn’t so bright. “We’re in Mexico.”
    “So?” I didn’t get it.
    “You buy the prescription at the pharmacy. It’s like ten bucks.” She shrugged. “Why do you think people drive to Mexico for their prescriptions?”
    “’Cause it’s cheaper?” I was still lost. “But don’t you still need a prescription?”
    “No, you buy the prescription,” she said all exasperated. Hairpin trigger, that girl. “Like the little piece of paper that a doctor gives you. It’s ten bucks. Then they fill the prescription.”
    “Gotcha.” I didn’t.
    “You’re dumb.” Reese leaned over the table, cupped the back of my neck, and kissed me deep and hard.
    I didn’t care if she thought I was dumb. As long as she kept sticking her tongue in my mouth like that, I was happy.
    “Let’s go.” She broke away from me.
    “Uh-uh. No.” I reached for her again. “Let’s get naked and rub up against each other.”
    Reese glared. “Do you always have to sound like my brother?”
    “Your brother said that to you?” I grimaced like I meant it. “That’s just not okay.”
    “Move it, Cooper,” Reese demanded, annoyed enough by my teasing. I decided to do what she wanted.
     
    *
     
    Warped. That’s what that shit was. Fucking warped. I scrolled through the Web pages, the ads flashing at me, beautiful people, perfect skin, white teeth, date your soul mate, just click here, God is online now, eat this and live forever. I didn’t see, though. I didn’t notice any of it. I could only see the articles as they blazed out from the computer screen, changing my life while I sat there doing nothing.
    All Reese did was suggest I hang out in the café while she got Ryan’s prescription, but no. I had to know. I had to sit at that well-used computer and type in a few choice keywords followed by the date of that damn night. I just had to keep clicking links open. Did I want to know that I’d killed two of them, not one? Did I really have to know that those men I left to bleed out on a stretch of desert highway were suspected mob enforcers? Really, did I need to go from there and type DiGiovanni into the search engine?
    Then I saw the articles, the stories, that blurb in the obituaries, headlines like estranged daughter disappears from crime family. The phrase “mafia princess” was on every page, lashing out like so many blows to the head.
    My heart sped. I told it not to. My hands were shaking on the