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like I was standing on a precipice, and the instant I stepped foot on that bus, my life was going to drastically change.
    With that god awful pang of unease still churning in my stomach, I forced myself to step on.
    Twenty minutes later, I got off where Ken had instructed and called up the address using my cell’s GPS. When I saw where I needed to go, I frowned. What the hell?! It was nowhere near Forty-Seventh. Why did he tell me to get off there?
    Swearing under my breath, I tightened my grip on the bag’s handle and set o ff down the back street. The whole situation was making me sick. Something was seriously wrong with it.
    The fact that Aaron hadn’t wanted to go was a major indicator, because I knew Ken would’ve offered him money to do it. He had to bribe the idiot to do everything - even take out the freaking trash.
    And then there was the whole thing about this Tom person OD-ing. I had no idea what the hell that w as about, but any sentence that included the phrase OD’d, couldn’t be about anything good.
    A bag. A delivery. A Tom that had OD’d. A person would have to be pretty stupid to think it had nothing to do with dru gs.
    My breathing spe d up. Could Ken be a drug dealer? He was definitely a lot of things that weren’t good, but a dealer? I wasn’t sure I could fit the image of him in that category, but what did I know of those underworld kind of things?
    I shook my head as I crossed the street and started down the next block. I wasn’t sure how I felt about my stepfather being a supposed drug dealer. I guessed no different to how it felt with him being a wife beater. He was a douche either way. I didn’t know how he managed to have so many high profile connections, but then again, maybe they were his clients…
    Looking at my cell, I turned down the next street, grumbling even more when I had to start navigating decaying piles of rubbish and what looked like dried up puddles of vomit. If he was thinking I’d ever do this for him again, he could forget it.
    The image of Mom lying huddled on her bedroom floor flashed at me like a neon sign and my heart instantly sank. Realization came at me like a slap to the face. Ken knew my Achilles heel. Of course I’d do it again. He knew I had no other option.
    Stupid, freaking asshole of a man. God I hated him!
    I kicked a rock that was lying on the footpath, watching it sail through the air before it smacked into a metal trash can with a loud clang. I looked around, hoping I hadn’t drawn too much attention to myself, but when I saw the number of the house in front of me, I realized I was a lot closer to the place than I’d thought.
    Checking the number on the piece of paper Ken had given me, I froze , and my anger quickly drained away, replaced by a fear I couldn’t control. My heart pounded, pumping loudly in my ears.
    I swallowed as I stared at the house I was supposed to be going to. It looked just like any other house in the street, but somehow I just knew there was something terribly wrong inside of it.
     

    Chapter 4
    Noah
     
     
     
    My blood pulsed in time with each thumping beat of the music blaring from the speaker. Leaning back on the lounge, I sucked in a hard drag of a joint, hoping like hell it would help repress the urge to shove off the girl who’d climbed onto my lap.
    I guess she took my non refusal as acceptance, because she then straddled me, slowly rocking her hips, rubbing her crotch against my jeans clad one. If she hadn’t already slept with every other guy in TJ’s gang, I might actually have found it a turn on.
    I t ook another long draw on the joint and watched her with amusement. Her hands slipped under my shirt, gliding over my stomach and chest as she continued to squirm on my lap. When her fingers started manipulating the button on my fly, I snatched up her wrist with my hand, holding it away from the zipper with a firm grip.
    She froze, her eyes snapping up to mine, fear and confusion flashing brilliantly in their