Prologue
I stood there
watching him. That man was crying out for help and what really got to me was
that no one heard. They just fed into his pleas. Everything he did was to try
and get the help he needed. It’s that whole feeling of screaming in a crowd and
everyone just ignoring it, like you don’t exist. People are so blind.
Frustrating beyond belief. I sighed as I made my way through the club. Lights
were strobing everywhere to the beat of the thumping music. I glanced around
taking in everything around me. This wasn’t exactly my type of scene.
Understatement – it
wasn’t even close.
My gaze settled on
Nickolas Gene Carter, the youngest member of the Backstreet Boys. He looked so
carefree, dancing and surrounded by girls. One was running her hand through his
tousled blonde hair; another was running her hands along the sides of his body.
And the third was taking a body shot from along his neck. It was sexual chaos
and he seemed to be enjoying all of it. Looks can be so deceiving.
I knew then that
this wasn’t going to be easy.
Still, I had a job
to do.
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