Chapter 7
Sasha
Never leave an attention-hungry mafia princess home unattended.
I smile to myself as I whip out Maxim’s credit card at O’hare airport and board the first plane to L.A.
Since my phone hasn’t started ringing, I’ll bet Maxim hasn’t even figured out I’m gone yet.
Guess who’s back in the States, bitches? I group text Ashley, Kayla, and Sheri, my three former housemates and besties from college. I’m on my way to your place. Party tonight?
OMG!!! Sheri is the first to respond. Hell to the yes! Where are you now?
About to board a plane for L.A. I text back.
From RUSSIA??!
No, Chicago. Be there in a couple of hours.
Kayla is the next to reply with a string of alcohol emojis and, EEEEEEK! I get off at six. Can’t wait to see you!
Then Ashley: Why didn’t you tell us you were
