𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 {𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣}

13~ {𝑀𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓎}

Hey y'all, I'm finally gonna start updating this story again! Thanks to everyone who's been reading!

"Money don't grow on trees."

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Tuesday, May 25th

Afternoon

~Destiny~

"No!" I protested. "I'm not doing that shit again."

"Just because you say that doesn't mean you're not." Michael said.

"I'm afraid it does. I've already done the job you wanted me to do, and I can't understand why you won't let me go home." I complained.

He sat up and gave me a looked of pure impatience. "Who said the job was done? 'Cause I sure as hell didn't."

I bit my tongue to force my tears back. "Go to hell." I mumbled.

He chuckled. "I'm halfway there, Baby. Try another insult, if you will."

Now, I always said that hate was a strong word, but I had strong feelings. This man was easy to hate.

Kilo said something to him that I couldn't hear, but it appeared to aggravate Michael as it always would when Kilo opened his mouth.

He turned away from Kilo and back to this man named James. "I got it covered." He said. "We're gonna get that done tomorrow." He said with emphasis.

I tried to stare straight ahead to stop my eyes from rolling, but it didn't work.

Michael and Kilo got up and started toward the door of the room. When I didn't get up, Michael cleared his throat.

"I think you should get up. Don't you?" He said.

I shook my head. "Not really."

He tilted his head and gave me a hard stare. Those brown eyes that you'd expect to be warm and welcoming were the most condescending and manipulative pupils I'd ever looked into. With just one look, he got whatever he wanted from me.

I jumped up from the seat and followed him and Kilo out of the room. We began walking the same way that we came from, passing those stupid mall cops on the way.

They could only point and laugh at me. I really did feel like an animal.

The true animal wasn't even me. It was Michael.

What kind of human being takes someone from their home and force them into this shit? I didn't want to be a mobster like him, I wanted to be a journalist.

He wasn't even a mobster. He was a monster to me.

We made it to the bottom floor, but instead of us leaving, he walked into that expensive dress store.

I didn't ask any questions. If we were in there for the reason I was hoping for...

"You can get another dress for tomorrow." He said dryly, as he motioned to the other dresses.

I gave him a look for pure shock. "But they're all so expensive. Do I have a budget?" I asked.

He cocked a brow at me. "Do I seem like the type who would have to budget?" He asked as if he were offended.

I shook my head. "No. No you don't."

I didn't stand around talking to him any longer. I turned around and eyed all the hundreds of dresses in the store.

Some had diamond studs, and others had golden strips. All of which I could never buy.

Until now.

I grabbed about five dresses in my size off the racks, careful not to defile they're intricate designs.

I glanced back at Michael who's eyes were locked on me for a second before turning back to Kilo. He didn't seem to pay much mind to me after that.

I dipped into one of the dressing rooms. I don't know how I was expected to chose just one of these.

Considering the fact that if I bought more than one, the total would be well over fifty thousand. It's be best if I didn't push the limit with him.

~Michael~

All he ever did was yap in my ear about how I was making a mistake.

Damn, he's so lucky today.

"So we've gone this long without some decoy female. Why do you think we can't do without one now?"

"So then what's your idea, Kilo?" I asked. Maybe that'd shut him up.

I was wrong.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask! My idea is that we scrap this whole thing." He said without even a moments hesitation.

I gave him a blank stare. "No."

The sound a creaky door grabbed my attention. I turned to see Destiny walking out of the dressing room with the priciest dress of the bunch.

The way she looked in that dress... if we put her up for a job to get government classified information, I'm sure she'd get it.

"Stop drooling." Kilo said as he shook his head.

My head turned to him like a quick reflex. "Who's drooling?"

"You are."

"Go to the car. I'm not bothering with you right now." I said.

He scoffed. "You cant order me around. I'm not you little deco-"

"Go." I said once more.

He stood in place for a short moment before walking out of the store. Destiny stood by watching as the whole thing played out in front of her, barely moving a muscle.

"That's the one you want?" I said nodding toward her.

She instantly grew uneasy. Part of me liked that I had that affect on her.

"I can choose a different one if this one isn't okay." She stammered quickly.

"No, that ones fine." I assured her. I made it a point that didn't let my eyes wander.

She went back into the dress room and changed back into her original clothes.

Forty five thousand was spent on a single dress. She seemed happy, and in a weird way it made kind of happy too. She couldn't tell that though. I've been told that I'm an unreadable person.

She must've forgotten the reality of her situation. You could see how bubbly she was in her face as I walked her out to the car, where Kilo sat pouting like a little kid.

I got into the drivers seat and Destiny sat in the back. Kilo hadn't even acknowledged either one of us.

"You know, I think I might resign from my rank. You don't ever listen to me." He said.

"Resign?" I guffawed. "Now I'd have to kill you."

He slowly turned his head to me with a cold look in his eyes. "Not if I get you first."

I breathed out a short laugh. "I'm always three steps ahead, Ki."
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