𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨 {𝙈𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣}

15~ {𝒮𝑒𝒹𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

"Why should I apologize for the monster I've become? No ones ever apologized for making me this way."

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Wednesday, May 26th

Night

~Destiny~

I turned my head in every direction, but I couldn't seem to find that curly haired, heartless man anywhere.

The last thing I wanted to do was wander around and risk getting snatched up by someone else, but I felt like I had to find him.

I started walking in the direction where I had the clearest path and wouldn't have to walk through a sea of people.

I had a feeling I was getting closer to finding him when I spotted Arrow and Mordecai standing by, just simply talking to each other.

I kept moving in the same direction until I spotted Michael.

He had one hand against the wall, beside a woman's head. He pinned her to the wall with his eyes, but she didn't seem to mind him at all. If anything she was enjoying him completely.

He told me he'd be watching me, yet I had to run around ramped just to find him!

As if he felt my eyes beaming through him, he looked in my direction.

Completely disregarding what else this woman was saying to him, he took his hand off the wall and started walking towards me.

He had a blank look and I tried my best to return the same to him.

"Where is he?" He asked.

I crossed my arms. "Sicily." I answered shortly.

He gave me a dry chuckle. "What's the attitude for?"

"I have a lot to have an attitude about."

"True." He shrugged. "You're real useful. Maybe hearing that'll make feel better."

I knew he didn't give a damn about my feelings. Every word he uttered to me felt like he was mocking me.

He turned away from me and started toward Arrow and Mordecai. I knew to follow him without him even saying a single word.

I stood back while he talked in a hushed tone to the two of them. They both glanced at me a few times, but I didn't care.

Like I said before, I was like a caged animal. An exhibit for these dirty mobsters.

**

I stared out into the night through the open window in Michael's room. Sadly, after I got the information he needed from Enzo, he still didn't let me go.

A few times I saw an expensive car drive down the street, since we were on the richer side of the city.

These people must've been oblivious to the illegal affairs happening right under their noses.

I didn't want to be apart of it anymore.

I turned around and looked into the darkness of his room. I knew where to go if I wanted to find that gun from yesterday.

I slowly made my way to bedside table and opened the drawer. It was there once again, despite my little stunt I pulled. I tucked it into my bra trying to hide it the best I could.