↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈 ー 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

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Arms folded and manicured nails tapping against the velvet sleeve covering her arm, the blonde stands before the article projected on the blank wall.

"It seems I can be replaced." Her words are dressed in a thick British accent as they pass her blood red lips. "Ivan, ready the chopper. We're going to New York."

"Ma'am." He nods.

Turning her back to the article presented before her, after a member of her research team discovered it, she closely inspects the printed pictures of the Romans and Sierra. One in particular catches her attention and she holds it up to her eye level.

"Seems I have my work cut out for me."

She hums at the picture of the couple kissing, scrunching it in her fist.

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On his way to the door, Kaden runs his fingers through his hair after tugging on a fresh shirt. A frown is passed to the delivery guy who hands over a box with a tired expression.

Grayson happens to wander over as he sets it on the table and unties the bow, curiously hovering to get a look at what's inside. They peer down at the red roses with knitted brows. The small card laid on top of the velvet petals reading My Boys in cursive black ink.

"Your girl isn't funny."

"Sierra wouldn't do this."

"Then who would?"

"Beats me." He drops the card beside the blood red flowers. The door closes and Sierra sighs with a smile forming, placing her bag down while guiding her hair behind her shoulders.

"You look guilty." She surveys Kaden's face and slips her arms around him.

Grayson subtly hides the card under his hand and tucking it into his back pocket before she can see it. The faint whiff of lavender that envelopes the card makes his nose wrinkle.

"I always am." He steals a kiss.

When she cocks her head to the side Grayson scoffs. "Ain't gonna get nothin' outta me sweetheart."

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Grayson nods and hands the informative man some money, returning moments later to his brother stood by the bar. "He said he'll keep an eye out. Let us know if he finds anything." Kaden nods and steps away from the illuminated counter.

The bustling crowds on the dance floor seem to part like two halves of the ocean in tandem with the lights flickering to neon purple.

The men struggle to catch their breath as their eyes land on the woman in the centre of the floor, hands in her pockets and blood red lips curled into a smirk.

She stares back with a look of pride etched across her flawless face, drinking in the sight of their familiarly large figures. The bodies around her appear to move slower than usual. Voices melting together and the music fading into the background.

When a person walks by her silhouette vanishes from their sight. They both search the busy nightclub.

"Hey." Sierra's presence startles them. "Any luck? Hello? What's wrong with you guys?" Her brows knit together.