The heavy bass of the club's speakers pulsed through Ava's veins as She tossed back another shot of tequila. The fiery liquid burned its way down her throat, but she didn't care. If anything she welcomed it. She needed the numbing, the distractions-anything to keep her mind off the one thing she couldn't stop thinking about.

Cynthia.

It had been almost three days since she last spoke to her best friend, and the silence was eating her alive.

The last time they talked, Cynthia had been a mess, her voice laced with fear and uncertainty as She admitted she was actually going through with the contract marriage with Mike Richard....