The Sister Code (D.O.R.K #2) Read Free Page B

she can just order me to go where she wants me when she wants me?
     
    Me: What’s in it for me?
     
    Raven: Liquor. Boys. Dancing. Music. Did I mention boys?
     
    I half-grin in amusement. She makes a good case. I guess she’s taking me to a party or a club.
     
    Me: Very well. Dress code?
     
    Raven: Mini-dress and stilettos. We don’t have to match for this, but if you can manage a side-pony we can keep up the twin vibe.
     
    Me: Will do. Be there ASAP.
     
    I glance around at my plush, warm, inviting bed and groan. I love going clubbing, but truth be told, I enjoy staying home and watching TV a lot more than the wildness of a club. Especially now that I spend all day with people, I’m finding I’m more of a homebody than I ever suspected.
    However, sexy club boys would help me get my mind off of Gio. Yes, please.
    After getting dressed and primping a satisfactory amount, I call our driver and ride for half an hour into the hub of Manhattan. As I gaze out the tinted window at my surroundings, the contrast of the blaring electric lights against the dark night sky invigorates me. Even though I’m stuck inside a limo, I can sense the energy of the people buzzing up and down the streets. This city’s vibe is almost tangible. It sucks you in and won’t let you go. All I want to do is enjoy the opportunity to party here tonight. No politics, no media…just me in an amazing new place.
    The driver parks close to the club and comes around to the door to let me out. People waiting outside in line murmur at the sight of me. I blush a little as I move to join the VIP line with Raven and her friends. The line’s pretty long, but I’m about to cut in front of all these people just because of who I am. I never thought I’d be seen as the spoiled rich girl, but here I am killing it.
    On my way to join the line, I make abrupt contact with an extremely solid chest. I startle and sway atop my sky-high black stilettos and a strong arm with a green dragon tattoo on it catches me. The young guy I just slammed into so ungracefully chuckles as he rights me.
    “I am so sorry, Miss, I didn’t—” He gasps when he pulls back to examine me. I feel almost as startled when I look up into a pair of gorgeous green eyes that match his tattoo. This guy is what some girls would call a stud. I call him a delicious piece of eye candy. His cheekbones are high and defined and he has a jaw that could have easily been sculpted by Michelangelo. He’s like my ideal guy come to life.
    He rakes his hand through his chocolate brown hair and stammers, “Are…are you Madison Daley?”
    My stomach jumps. I don’t know if I should feel flattered or scared that he recognized me so easily.
    “Yeah, that’s me.” I make an awkward hand gesture directed toward myself and chuckle nervously.
    His mouth bursts into a grin and he echoes my breathy laughter. “Holy shit! I’m so sorry I ran into you…but at the same time I’m not sorry. You’re just as gorgeous in person.”
    “Thanks!” I smile so wide it makes my cheeks hurt. “I’m sorry, it was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
    “Believe me, you can bump into me anytime. I’m…kind of a fan,” he says with a chuckle.
    “Really?” I squeak.
    “Yeah. You’re amazing. I love watching your interviews.”
    “Wow…thanks. I haven’t really done anything amazing yet, but thanks.”
    “Are you kidding? Organizing that reunion made you everybody’s hero. W3 needed to come back together. The fans love you for it.”
    I’m sure my face is beet red, but luckily the lighting is so dim out here he probably doesn’t notice. “It was nothing.”
    Still unable to wipe the grin off his face, he stares at me as if to convince himself I’m real. “What are you doing here at this dump?”
    “Dump?” I glance around him and peer into the open doorway, which is alive with lights and music. “It doesn’t look like a dump to me.”
    “Well, I guess that opinion results from me