The Mob Boss's Retribution [18+]

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Manifest. Grind. Repeat.

My friendship with Ariel was on peril. I thought. It was this close to snap and break. I didn't want it to break.

But as much as I tried to look at the positive little things, the negatives and absence of the positives in my life bothered me.

What was I doing?

What was I really doing?

Ariel was discharged from the hospital today. Trying and wanting to make up from me being an entitled bit h earlier, I had made the four of us lunch hoping that we could have a quiet lunch. Maybe gossip a little bit.

But then again, me being the person I was, I snooped around the CCTV footages again. Pink was still being suspicious. And Anne- I still didn't like her.

As much as undoubtful as she was- I still failed to develop a liking toward her. However, I did some calculations of my own. Them being- Pink had an unhealthy obsession with Angelo. She has been sticking out like a sore thumb to get into Angelo's pants.

Anne hated Ariel with all the might in her super model like body. If Anne and pink pairs up there is a mutual motive and mutual target. Ariel. And the need to wipe her out from the equation that would make Devil-o available to them again.

So they can have their merry three way.

As if.

So as much as sure as I was to have seen the night prior footage on my laptop, I had delivered the news to Roman. Who casually being very troubled by me, brushed it off.

"Anne doesn't fit into any equation, Blaire." The man said very much impassively without even looking away from his computer screen.

"You haven't even heard what I said." I replied frowning.

"I heard you loud and clear."