You Had One Job by Cari Z & L.A. Witt

Author:Cari Z & L.A. Witt [Z, Cari]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781642301144
Published: 2021-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Nikita

I’d gone through withdrawal a few times in the past. Cocaine didn’t last long in a person’s system, so I could go from flying high to crashing in a few hours. There was a reason I was always calling up one of my dealers well before I actually ran out.

But it was always temporary. Even through the fog and the fatigue, I’d known it would be over soon. That another hit was on its way, and all I had to do was ride it out until I was in a place where I could do a line from the bag burning a hole in my pocket or get some more from a dealer.

Closing my eyes, I pressed back against the pillows on one of the beds in Lorenzo’s hotel room. There was no light at the end of the tunnel this time. Not one that came in a plastic bag, anyway. I had to ride it all the way out. Past the fog and the feeling like I wanted to sleep forever and the fucking hating life, until I could think without thinking about cocaine.

Which meant this shitty feeling was just going to keep getting worse until it got better, and I’d never ridden it that far, so fuck knew when that would happen.

But I had to. Because I needed to confront Yakov. Because that was the only way me and Lorenzo were going to figure out what to do so more people didn’t get killed. People besides Yakov, anyway. Wouldn’t break my heart if he wound up dead before this was over. Fucking son of a bitch ruined my life—I really would shoot him myself if the opportunity came up.

Or, well, I would once my head cleared. Right now, just the thought of lifting one of my limbs exhausted me. Holding a gun? Aiming it? Steadying it? Ugh. No. Too heavy. Too hard. Everything was too hard. About all I was good for was breathing, and the only reason I bothered to keep doing that was I didn’t like how it felt when I stopped. And I was pretty sure it kind of happened on its own. God, my head was messed up.

“Nikita?” Lorenzo’s voice cut through the fog. “Hey. You awake?”

“Unfortunately.” Why the hell couldn’t I sleep? My entire body and my stupid brain wanted nothing more than to go to sleep, but I couldn’t drop off. Probably because I was so damned miserable. Even through the misery, I was grateful for the millionth time that I’d never started on heroin. There was no riding out that withdrawal. Not safely, anyway.

“Hey.” Lorenzo’s voice nudged me again. Wait, no, that was his hand. His voice too, but his hand was on my shoulder. “Open your eyes.”

I didn’t want to, but I did. He was gazing down at me, and it was so weird to see this Italian gangster with so much softness and sympathy on his face. Did that mean I was really fucked up? That he was

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