TWISTED GAMES by ANA HUANG, Book 2, Chapter No 2

TWISTED GAMES by ANA HUANG, Book 2, Chapter No 2

TWISTED GAMES by ANA HUANG, Book 2, Chapter No 2


the death of me. If not literal death, then the death of my

patience and sanity. Of that, I was certain, and we’d only been

working together for two weeks.

I’d never had a client who infuriated me as much as she

did. Sure, she was beautiful (not a good thing when you were

in my position) and charming (to everyone except me), but she

was also a royal pain in my ass. When I said “right,” she went

left; when I said “leave,” she stayed. She insisted on

spontaneously attending crowded events before I could do the

advance work, and she treated my security concerns like they

were an afterthought instead of an emergency.

Bridget said that was the way things had worked with

Booth, and she’d been fine. I said I wasn’t Booth, so I didn’t

give a damn what she did or didn’t do when she was with him.

I ran the show now.

She didn’t take that well, but I didn’t give a shit. I wasn’t

here to win Mr. Congeniality. I was here to keep her alive.

Tonight, “here” meant the most crowded bar in Hazelburg.

Half of Thayer had turned out for The Crypt’s Friday night

half-off specials, and I was sure the bar was over max


Loud music, loud people. My least favorite kind of place

and, apparently, Bridget’s most favorite, considering how

vehement she’d been about coming here.

“So.” Her redheaded friend Jules eyed me over the rim of

her glass. “You were a Navy SEAL, huh?”

“Yes.” I wasn’t fooled by her flirty tone or party girl

demeanor. I’d run in-depth background checks on all of

Bridget’s friends the moment I took the job, and I knew for a

fact Jules Ambrose was more dangerous than she appeared.

But she didn’t pose a threat to Bridget, so I didn’t mention

what she did in Ohio. It wasn’t my story to tell.

“I love military men,” she purred.

“Ex-military, J.” Bridget didn’t look at me as she finished

her drink. “Besides, he’s too old for you.”

That was one of the few things I agreed with her on. I was

only thirty-one, so I wasn’t ancient by any means, but I’d done

and witnessed enough shit in my life to feel ancient, especially

compared to fresh-faced college students who hadn’t even had

their first real job yet.

I’d never been fresh-faced, not even when I was a kid. I

grew up in dirt and grit.

Meanwhile, Bridget sat across from me, looking like the

fairytale princess she was. Big blue eyes and lush pink lips set

in a heart-shaped face, perfect alabaster skin, golden hair

falling in loose waves down her back. Her black top bared her

smooth shoulders, and tiny diamonds glittered on her ears.

Young, rich, and regal. The opposite of me in every way.

“Negative. I love older men.” Jules upped the wattage of

her smile as she gave me another once-over. “And you’re hot.”

I didn’t smile back. I wasn’t dumb enough to get involved

with a client’s friend. I already had my hands full with Bridget.

Figuratively speaking.

“Leave the man alone.” Stella laughed. Fashion design

and communications major. Daughter of an environmental

lawyer and the chief of staff to a cabinet secretary. Social

media star. My brain ticked off all the things I knew about her

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