𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 {𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣}

12~ {𝒳𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓅𝑒}

"He's one I can't escape."

~~~

Tuesday, May 25th

Noon

~Destiny~

It was going to be another long day, as Michael said.

I was in the back of his Aston Martin once again, with he and Kilo sitting in the front discussing whatever possible crime or murder that was about to occur.

That's what I assumed. I didn't know for sure.

He told me, last night, he needed me for another job, and I didn't know if where he was taking me was to do this job.

It's not like I was going to ask anyway. He would never tell me.

He drove about an hour out of New York and parked in the lot of a huge shopping mall.

Again, this was a place where the richest and the wealthiest would shop.

Now, it was no secret that Michael was rich and wealthy. That came hand in hand with being a mob boss, I'd assume.

He stepped out of the car and walked around to my side to open my door.

"C'mon." He said. He ushered his hand out to me, beckoning for me to grab it. I hesitated, but his hard stare forced me to oblige.

I stepped out of the car, still holding on to Michael's hand. Kilo gave us a quick glance and an eye roll before he led the way into the mall.

The stores inside were quite possibly the most expensive stores on the face of the earth. None of which, I could ever dream of affording.

We walked past a store that I noticed had the same dress I wore the day before in the window. The price tag said $25.000.

I was stunned that he would spend so much money on me for a job that didn't even take twenty minutes.

I figured that wasn't much coming out of his pockets.

We stopped by the elevator and Michael pushed the button to go up. It wasn't long before the doors slid open.

"He should be on the seventh floor." Kilo said.

I'd never even been to a mall with more than three floors. This mall had well over fifteen.

We started to ascend to the seventh floor. I looked through the glass walls of the elevator as we lifted higher and higher.

I was oddly fascinated. I'd never been to a place like this before.

We reached the floor and stepped out of the elevator. At this point, Michael had let go of my hand and began walking ahead of both me and Kilo.

We walked past the stores, and I admired each one. I may have had a shopping addiction in the past, and would relapse every now and then. Putting me in this shopping mall was the equivalent of putting an alcoholic in a liquor store.

I continued walking beside Michael, whilst looking through every shopping window. I heard a loud crash from inside of one of stores I just passed, and an alarm started to sound.