4.5 stars
It's fiction. This is what I told myself several times, cuz some shit happens that makes me wonder how much shit can money really buy and cover up? How does trauma work? I know every fucking one deals with trauma differently, but fuck, I just . . . it's fiction.
With that said, this book is aptly named, cuz holy shit the trust roulette was all out of wack! Who are you supposed to trust? Who knows what's going on? Who's the puppet fucking master? This second book in the series has changed the way I saw every fucking character.
Fuckers I thought were weak . . . held the strings. Fuckers I thought were ride or die . . . slashed the tires. Fuckers I thought were deadly sex gods . . . continued to be, cuz holy shit Sebastian! That fuckboy is DELICIOUS! Dude knows how to use a gun, a computer, his hands, his cock . . . fuck me and welcome to my harem!
As crazy as the first book was, this was darker. You have a new character who's a backwards recycled cock waffle that wants to start shit at school and fucking hell, the chaos she stirs. Then there's the ignorant taint biscuit, who fathered the aforementioned waffle, that showed up to the family reunion with condoms. Also, don't forget the forever friend who's fast losing all the trust, while his fuckboy status just keeps rising . . . my priorities are fucked.
I didnt even realize I was at the end of the book, that's how engrossing it was. I was yelling at Riles, salivating over Seb, shocked at a player I thought was limp dicked and now have more questions than answers!