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punch Turner in his pretty face. It's not his fault—not this time—but I'm so disgusted with myself that I feel like I need someone to take my anger out on.
    “I gotta go,” I say before things can get awkward. Sydney doesn't want to see me right now … not after last night I'm sure. I made a complete ass out of myself. I mean, I think I did. I don't remember it, but I remember feeling sad and sick and desperate. Can't have made for a good time. I give her one last look before I turn away, but her face says nothing, nothing at all.
    And there's no worse feeling for me than that.

Poser piece of shit is right. Are those dollar bill tats on Cohen's arm? What a douche.
    I lean down for a better look and use the toe of my purple high heel to poke at the corpse's arm. It's sticking out of the tarp, the rest of it wrapped up and hidden away. Thank God. I can't seem to get Dax's face out of my mind, and the last thing I need to add to my twisted mental state is another image of the dead man's rictus grin.
    I stand up, crossing my arms under my tits, my shoe tapping a gentle rhythm against the floor. What was that look that Dax gave me before he left? My fingers itch to pick up my cell and give him another call. I mean, not that he'd answer it anyway. I called and texted him like a dozen times this morning and he never once responded. Instead he was just there, standing outside with Ronnie and Turner.
    Fuck.
    Why do I care? What Dax does is none of my business. I need to focus on my own shit, like how to get this body out of here without the giant crowd of fangirls seeing. Chances are if they catch sight of Cohen's body … they'll probably snatch it up and take Instagram photos.
    “Are you sure you don't want to call Brayden?” Jesse asks, but shuts his trap real quick when Ronnie casts a scalding glance his way. “I mean, after what happened this morning, don't you think it might be a good idea?”
    “How the hell was I supposed to know that Milo was having a staff meeting here? ” Ronnie grumbles, his arm around Lola's waist as we all stand there staring stupidly at the body. Some part of me realizes that we should be more freaked-out by the whole situation, but there's no use cryin' over spilt milk, right?
    Currently, Mr. Rose is lying in the closet beneath a row of party dresses that some personal shopper picked up for Lola. Jesus Christ. Personal shopper. Wow. Talk about a cushy job. Oh, and when I say closet, I mean really fucking large room pretending to be a closet. This is one luxury I can get behind though. What girl doesn't want a tricked out fucking closet?
    “We need to get him out of here,” I say, because burying this guy on the premises just sounds like a really, really bad idea. “But how? Milo's still here, not to mention the security staff. You guys couldn't even get him out of the bedroom this morning without being seen. How are we supposed to get him out of the house?”
    Nobody answers me, and I get this really sick, sinking feeling in my stomach like no one's going to.
    “Shit, damn, and bitch,” I mumble, raking my fingers through my hair. Shoulda known the boys couldn't get anything done without me. I might blame this all on Lola since, you know, she's the woman and therefore like, literally all of the brains, but this is her dead boyfriend and shit's just messed all the hell up right now. I am the outsider, a girl removed. I guess it's up to me to figure this crap out. I might very well be the only one with a clear head. “Clearly, dragging a large man shaped tarp outside right now is a pretty terrible idea.”
    “Duly noted,” Ronnie mumbles, smoking a cigarette as he glances up at me. “So what the fuck do we do? I was going to sneak his ass out in one of the vans while it was still dark out this morning, but unless we want to leave him here all day, that's not really an option.”
    I stand there for several moments, tapping a bright orange fingernail against my lips.
    And then I hear