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into the Moore’s world either way. I glanced back at Alex and picked up the phone.
    “Hello?”
    “It’s Jonah.”
    “Okay.”
    I heard the release of the breath he must have been holding. He’d gotten himself mixed up with my Uncle Keith, dealing for him and sampling way too much of the product and not selling enough. He owed money and was drowning in debt. He needed me to take his stash and offload it, or talk to my uncle about taking it back and leaving Jonah the hell alone. They were playing with fire using him like this with his Dad being the sheriff and all, but it didn’t appear to faze them in the slightest. They thought they were above the law and most of my family had done a stretch at one time or another; it just meant they were committed to the family way. I fucking hated their fucked up way of thinking. They needed to stop breeding and let the virus of our blood end. Jonah was my best friend and Alex was my life; how could I not help them? I ended the call and made my way back to Alex.
    “Come and lay down, Alex. Let me get you something to change in to and then you’re going to tell me what the fuck happened to you.”
    HAD SHE GOTTEN INTO A FIGHT? HAD SOMEONE ATTACKED HER?
    I left her to change in my room and went to open the door Jonah said he was on his way over now before I ended the call with him. He looked like shit. His eyes were bright red, and his hair looked like he’d been pulling it out from the roots; it lay in clumps over his scalp. I hated seeing what he’d become. He handed me a package right there, like he was delivering a cake. I looked around the street, paranoid someone might see him looking shifty as fuck.
    “Come in,” I growled, but he didn’t move.
    “Take it,” he pleaded, holding it out to me. I grabbed it from him and widened the door for him to come in, but again, he didn’t move. “I know Alex is in there. I know what you did to her,” he said in a deep, calm tone, but the shifting of his feet told me he was anything but calm, and I prepared myself for his attack. I always knew the risk to our friendship for loving her, but she was worth every risk.
    His blow didn’t come. Instead he stared at me with a chilling, vacant look in his eyes. Dark silence surrounded us before he eventually turned around and left. I had mixed feelings inside me. I was glad it was out in the open finally, but the damage to our friendship may never be fixable. He needed help. He needed my friendship. He was slipping down the rabbit hole and he’d be too far gone soon, and I’d never be able to pull him out.
    I placed the package in my wardrobe in a shoebox. Pissed was an understatement of how I felt about the amount of product he had given me. What the fuck was my uncle thinking letting an eighteen-year-old kid move this much coke in the first place?
    There was no way I was risking trying to shift that much product. It would be taken back to my uncle’s today, but first I needed to find out what the hell was going on with Alex.
    I lay beside her on my bed. She’d fallen asleep wrapped in my hoody. I pulled her body against mine and curled my tall frame around her dainty one. I didn’t know how long I was out, but I was woken by a loud crash and a flurry of stomping coming up the stairs. My door was kicked open, and armed police flooded into my room, screaming at me to get on the floor. I faintly remember hearing Alex screaming, but it was muffled by the humming in my own ears. I was held down by a knee in my back as my room was turned over, and when the cold pressure of the cable ties tightened over my wrists, I knew. Jonah set me up. Alex set me up. Life as I knew it was over.
    An arrest for possession with intent to sell a Class A-II is a felony punishable by three to ten years in prison. Jonah had been caught with the entire stash, and they used his fear and his father’s influence to play the knock-on effect. If he gave up someone then he would only serve a year. That meant,