eighteen

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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
• COMPLETELY PSYCHO •

it was perfect. sleeping on the couch as ready or not plays on the tv. millie was almost sound asleep on the couch, that was until people getting blasted to pieces was more interesting though.

but she did began to fall asleep when the talking began.

and that was also until knocking awoke her once more.

"JADE GO AWAY!" she shouts as she waves her hand in the hand.

she sits up quickly, how could she forget that jade died couple of months back?

wait, then who was at the door at eleven at night?

it was only jade who would do such a thing to her.

so millie stands up and goes to open the door without bothering to even look who was outside.

"millie."

she rubs her eyes and blinks, "oh for fucks sake, silas. if you wanted to come find me at this hour, you know you don't need your lovely dashing guards to be with you." she narrows her eyes at him.

he chuckles and waves his hand up in the air. the guards behind him nods and walks to the side to guard the door.

"may i come in?" he asks.

she looks down at her outfit. surely she didn't expect guests so she was in a silk set of shorts and cami top. her shorts were handing below her hip bones making her thong visible and her nipples to be poking through the silk top as well.

looking back up at him, she shrugs as her messy bun bounces a bit and then opens the door wider for him, "ignore the messy apartment. i didn't expect a don like you to visit." she slams the door shut once he had walked in.

"now what do i owe this pleasure? want a drink?" she asks as he shakes his head and sits down on the couch, "i need to ask you to do something for me."

"i thought it was clear we owed each other nothing now. you returned my favour by helping me kill the italian mafia a couple of months ago for killing my friend." she says and sits down on a stool by her kitchen island.

"i know that and it was a pleasurable job." he smirks as she hums, "so? what is it? i'm out of drugs and i don't plan on selling anymore. and my italian is amazing now, mr-boss-man."

"no, i don't need your drugs." he laughs darkly as she raises an eyebrow, "right you have enough. then what?"

"there are these boys who i have learnt to go to that school you are now attending. i need you to go beat them up for me." he says.

she chuckles, "lovely but why?"

"why? don't you love a good fight?" he asks her.

"of course i do but i would prefer to know why in this situation." she states and moves to sit on the small table in front of him.

"it doesn't matter why. i simply want to know how they'd react, especially to someone like you." he grins.

"and would you mind telling me who these boys are?"

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