Chapter 290

• "Isn't this kind of risky?" Bianka asked before she lowered her head to the first line that she had cut from a pile or powder she dumped from a vile onto the dashboard of the G-wagon.
• "That's the housewife in you talking," I said with a laugh as she voraciously inhaled two neatly assembled rails of cocaine.
• "You just know I've become such a slut for coke," she said, rubbing her nose and smiling at me. Her face had the perfect complexion, youthful and smooth. Her eyes shimmered.