Page 15 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Then you’re not getting out by morning,” I cut in. I hate riding her so hard, but this guy has been dealing more than a little LSD. We’ve had two dozen overdoses in the last month due to some coke he laced with fentanyl. LSD is nothing compared to fentanyl. I couldn’t give a rats ass about the acid, unless you count Whitney’s unintended trip. That bothers me, but I try to push the woman out of my head.
“Fuck.” She shakes her head and glares at the dude. “Fuck it. His name is Tony, but he goes by Sneaky.”
“Of course he does,” Asher mutters. “I’ll deal with Poppy.”
“Great.” I tap the bar and smile at Poppy. “You did the right thing. You’re lucky no one died tonight. Sneaky’s been cutting his shit with fent.”
Her eyes widen, and I nod. Yeah. She’s damn lucky. Death would mean life in prison for her and that asshole.
I go back to Whitney first, keeping an eye on Sneaky. I wouldn’t put it past him to run. He has to know we’re looking for him now. Whitney is still freaking out, but Maddy is doing a good job keeping her and her friend mostly calm.
“LSD,” I tell her.
She nods. “Makes sense. Whitney’s having a hard ride but this one is on a good trip.” She looks at Whitney’s friend who is humming to herself and running her hands over the floor like it’s soft grass. “They have any more of that back there?”
“Maddy,” I warn.
“Yeah, yeah. No drugs on the job, I got it.”
Snorting, I shake my head. “What you do on your own time is your business,” I say. She can smoke pot if she wants. The harder stuff makes me a little wary. I don’t want her screwing up her life because she wants to party.
“We got a runner!”
Fucking called it. I turn and see an officer tackle Sneaky who, as it turns out, is shit at sneaking. Go figure.
Whitney whimpers.
I focus on her and squat down again. “You’re going to be okay. By morning, you’ll probably hate me but you won’t be tripping.”
She stares at me with wide eyes. Her pupils are so dilated I can barely make out the blue of her irises.
“You broke your promise,” I say softly, but she doesn’t hear me.
Most people never do.
