... ret·ri·bu·tion
/ˌretrəˈbyo͞oSH(ə)n/
noun
punishment inflicted on someone as vengeance for a wrong or criminal act.
Annette is a 21 year old with anger issues and a heartbreaking background.
She's a mystery.
No one knows where she came from or...
"I've not lost my mind. Half of it just wondered off, and the other half went looking for it."
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I am currently getting ready to go to a club. Yvonne was supposed to be coming with me but she's too busy making kissy face with playboy, and it hasn't even been a week. Five days to be exact.
It's been over two weeks since I've had sex, and I'm deprived. So I'm going to a club to quints my thirst.
Ziel and I haven't had much conversations. He mostly just stares and watches me as if I'm going to pull out my gun and kill everyone in the building. If he keeps it up, I might.
It's tempting, I've thought about it many times.
I had on a black skin tight, scrunched dress with some matching black heels. My hair was in bun, and I had a black hand bag.
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I walked out of my bedroom and into the hallway. Walking down the stairs I was close to being out of the door before someone spoke. "Where are you going?"
I turned my head to see Ziel sitting on the couch, staring at me. Who does he think he his, asking me questions as if I'm obligated to answer? "That is none of your concern."
"It is actually, you might be going to have a meeting with the Russians behind my back. You might me a rat." The fuck...
"Are you calling me disloyal?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I just want to put a bullet right between his eyes.
"No. I'm saying-" I didn't allow him to finish the sentence before walking out of the house. Slamming the door behind me. My car was transported here a few days ago so I got inside and started driving.
I was planning on going to a club Ziel didn't own but it was useless, since he owns most of the clubs in Italy. I drove to the nearest club because it's no point in doing otherwise.
Walking in the club I scanned my surroundings. Half of the men here are either disgusting at the tongue, or perverts, who I rather no let touch me. And then the other half are drunk off their asses or with someone.
