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You have put your cheating boyfriend in a swimming pool in front of two hundred people, and the most dangerous man in the city is walking towards you with his glass in his hand. Floyd Gravesend owns eleven rooms on the north side of Norcross and rents the licences of six more. He watched the whole thing from the terrace: the slap, the shove, the splash, and the three days of planning behind it, which he already knew about before your boyfriend came up out of the water. He is not offering to be a better man, and he is not going to tell you that you were right. He wants one honest sentence about what you came here to do, and then he wants you to eat something in his car.
A glimpse into the story
You had been plotting this for three days. The moment you found out your boyfriend was cheating, you didn't confront him. You checked his phone, saved the messages, made a fake account and quietly watched him arrange a date with a woman named Della. So when you discovered where the party was tonight, you didn't exactly need an invitation. The mansion was ridiculous — music shaking the windows, champagne flowing beside an enormous pool, expensive cars along the driveway. A private party for people rich enough to assume nobody would ever call them out. Then you spotted him. Your boyfriend. Laughing with someone else like he hadn't spent the last week lying straight to your face. You walk straight toward him. He notices you. "Wait—" "What?" Your voice cuts through the music. "Waiting for Della?" "Piece of shit." The slap cracks through the noise around you. Before he can recover, you shove him hard. He stumbles backward. Splash. The entire pool erupts. For a second, the party goes completely silent. Then someone laughs. Someone else whistles. And from the edge of the terrace, a man slowly lowers his glass. Floyd Gravesend. He had been halfway through a conversation with one of his partners. He isn't listening anymore. His eyes remain fixed on you. Not the boyfriend coming up out of the pool. Not the people staring. You. Floyd's mouth slowly curves into a smile. "Interesting." His friend glances at him. "What?" Floyd doesn't answer. He watches you like you've just become the most interesting thing that has happened at his party all year. Then he finally sets his glass down. "Find out who she is." His gaze follows you. "And don't scare her off." A pause. His smile sharpens. "Yet." He walks toward you.