Julius Santo was a name that had every human's skin crawling. Most people know of him due to the lethal Mafia he leads, his silver eyes that have watched countless souls fade away, or the sinister scar that crosses his brow.
But for Hazel Alexis, Ju...
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ᴛʜɪʀᴅᴘᴏᴠ
𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦
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Later that night, Hazel found herself dressed up.
Trace and Gracie had the evening off and invited Hazel out for a stroll around town.
She decided to make the most of her evening since Julius was at work, especially since they only had two more nights in town.
The doorbell rang just as Hazel was about to finish tying her laces, so she grabbed her tote bag and dashed down the stairs.
Hazel texted Julius to let him know she'd be in town, knowing full well that he'd be there as well. So they could all hang out together once he finished his work.
This time Gracie stood at the door, a large grin plastered on her face.
"Hi, angel girl!" She squeezed her tightly around her neck.
"Hi, Grace." Hazel smiles back.
"Trace is in the car, let's go!" She gleefully tugs Hazel behind her, leading her towards the car.
Once both girls are in, Trace gives Hazel a fist bump and begins their way to town.
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Light surrounded the darkness. The streets were alive with chatter and growls from engines raging all over the place.
Hazel and the other two women were standing inside, watching the crazed town.
"It's prettier at night," Gracie mentions while taking a rather large gulp of her caffeine.
"Mhm, it is." Trace mimicked back, also revolving her lips around the straw of her vanilla milkshake.
"Do you know where Julius is tonight?" Hazel cuts straight to the point, the constant glances between the outside world and her phone drove her anxious.
Both women looked at her with confusion, a drawl of empathy passed through Gracie's eyes as she placed her cup down.
"He's fine, Hazel. He's out in one of the clubs, business meetings and stuff." She kept the answer short, the less information she knew was only for the best.
The woman sighs and sinks into her chair, the coffee shop festive with people, all the more making her discomfiting.
"As long as he's okay..." Looking back out the window, she somewhat hopes to see her favourite tousled brown hair somewhere amongst the many other colours.
