And Then They Died

Chapter 4

Allegra's POV

Octavia sits next to me in the car as we go out shopping for my birthday outing tomorrow night.

"Ok so I was kinda thinking we should go to dinner, then a club, get a hotel after and then we can leave for Italy that morning?" She suggests.

"We? I thought this was a solo mission? I go in, look for the ammunition, bombs and guns they stocked up on, destroy them and come right back." I mumble to her, feeling grumpy to hear that my mom once again forgot to tell me something like this.

"Well. We both know the real reason she sent me. You hesitated on Vince last time, you fucked up in front of her. You knew they were watching the camera footage and you still spared his life. You could've even pretended to shoot him then at least they would trust you more." She whispers to me so no one can overhear.

"Listen Via, I knew they were watching but the muscle in my arm spasmed and I couldn't pull the trigger. Next thing you know I'm knocked out cold on the floor." I say loud enough for the driver to hear.

I then shook my head at her alerting her that this was not the place or time to discuss that.

She rolled her eyes and sank in her seat.

"Mini dress with an open back, or mini dress with a deep V front?" She asks with a suggestive look on her face.

"Uhhh" I look at her with a smile. "Deep V, I can't pull off the open back, not with all the bruises you gave me from training." But she already knew that.

Once the vehicle stopped, we both practically ran out of the car and towards the fashion store. We both have wigs, contacts and loads of makeup on to avoid recognition. We even have fake school uniforms on for a disguise. Plaid skirts and white button up tops.

"Alleg- I mean Haile, get the black dress on the rack right there." I hear her voice squeak in excitement.

I gave her a look before I grabbed the dress along with some black strappy stilettos and a purse big enough to fit a wallet and a phone.

"Lauren lets go " I shout, noticing that she is on the other side of the store. We both use our middle names as fake names when we are out to avoid attention.

She practically skips toward me with a white mesh dress that only has covering on the bottom part. It leaves quite literally little to the imagination. She then grabbed some red pumps that contrast the white and a red purse that is too small to even fit candy.

I smirk at her eyeing the dress.

"What? I need to get laid tomorrow before I go to war. Besides, if I don't I might end up sleeping with the enemy." I blink at her having trouble processing her words as the smirk fades from my face.

"Oh come on! Don't act like Vince and Roman...... and all those other men working with them aren't some fine pieces of wine." She shrugs.

"I'm not judging you, just worried that maybe after what happened to Ace you are starting to use sex as a way to forget him" After all it is my fault he's dead.

Something flashes in her eyes, something that seemed like sadness that quickly turned into nonchalance .

"You mean like how you used alcohol to cope with the fact that you will never meet or have a biological family?" She spits back before opening her eyes wide in shock of her own words.

What a low blow.

I get close to her looking in her eyes.

"Don't forget that your family is dead too. You got kidnapped and was going to be sold into human trafficking." I lower my voice. "The only reason you're alive is because I accidentally discovered your profile and begged mom to save you. You owe me your life. Literally." I then pat her on the head and smile walking away to the cash register.

Octavia is my friend, but whenever she steps out of line I never hesitate to assert dominance. Otherwise, what would keep her from betraying me like Roman did? It's a toxic thing to do, but when it comes down to it I would die for her.

I quickly pay for the items we both chose and the car ride back home is awfully quiet. It almost makes me want to apologize. I know what I said was rude. I regret even bringing it up knowing how sensitive she gets with it. This happens every single time but she never learns how to watch her mouth around me and I never learn how to filter my words.

My guilt is hurting my head.

As we pull in the yard of the house and walk inside I pull her back gently.

"I'm sorry Octavia......for earlier. I was totally out of line. I'm older than you, I'm supposed to be setting an example for you." I notice the tears on her face and I move her pin straight, hip length brown hair out of the way, tucking it behind her ear. I wipe a tear with my thumb and kiss her cheek gently before pulling her into my room.

I motion for her to sit on the bed and I kneel in front of her.

"I'm truly sorry. What can I do to make it up to you? It can be anything..." I hope she forgives me.

"No, it's ok. I'm always throwing stuff in your face, I deserved it." She smiles down at me. "If anything let me make it up to you..... ok Allegra?"

I nod and smile as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"Ok, well come here" I stood up, opening my arms for her to hug me and she didn't hesitate to do it.

Her arms wrapped around my waist firmly until she playfully pulled as both on the bed, my skirt no doubt riding up at the motion.

"I'm glad we didn't have to wear uniforms for school. This material is way too scratching and uncomfortable" I grumbled as her leg went over mine.

"Technically we were homeschooled, so.... uniforms were not necessary" She pointed out and I shrugged as I felt her cheek rest on my chest, her hair now a mess around her head.

"If Rossi saw me in this he would think I was a porn star" I shrugged and we both went silent before we burst out laughing.

"Oh my god that is so weird. When since was a school uniform sexualized? Like I mean of course I look hot in it but....men are weird" I pulled away from Octavia as we tried to catch our breaths.

"Men are very weird. They are useless imbeciles who think with their dicks" I agreed with her.

"Their very small dicks" She added and before long we were laughing again.

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