Scarlet has a past she tried to run from...
But it followed her.
The past can only stay in the dark for so long before it comes back.
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Massimo Russo is the leader of the Italian mafia.
He has been on the hun...
After waking from my much needed sleep, I decide to slip into the shower and get ready for the day.
Slipping into a knee-length tan dress with red flowers on it, I glance up in the mirror. My black hair is dripping down my back and sliding down my tattooed skin.
I took a second to admire the artwork on both my arms. The scars below were barley visible unless looked for.
Looking over my face, I let out a huff as I noticed the still yellowing bruise in the bag of my right eye.
"Good morning," A tired Joyce says as she peeks her head into the bathroom. I turn towards her and send her a smile.
"It's noon, but good try," I remark and she rolls her eyes.
She had severe bedhead and was still in her clothes from last night.
"So, I was thinking after I get ready we could head downstairs to the café and get breakfast before spending some time on the beach," She says while rubbing her eyes. "It's been forever since I've been able to just sit on the beach and relax by the water."
And she wasn't wrong. She was the head chef at a local restaurant that was constantly filled with customers coming to taste her gourmet cooking. She worked just as much as me and was always picking up more hours to help train new cooks.
"Sounds good to me."
"Alright, I'll come and get you when I'm ready," She says before departing my room and heading to hers, closing the conjoining door behind her.
After slapping on some simple makeup and packing a quick bag for the beach, my feet lead me to the balcony.
Swinging the door open and leaving it open behind me, I let the humid air brush my skin.
The weather was perfect here with the sun rising high in the evening sky.
The water was visible as the waves collapsed upon each other. The salty smell calmed down my nerves about being so far from the place I started to call home. I had never been this far from the states and my mind was prepared for something to go wrong.
It seemed in the best moments, something always ruined it.
As if manifesting the idea, my phone chimed on the small wooden table behind me.
Planning to ignore it and live in the moment, I watched the waves from a distance. I couldn't wait to lay on the white sandy beach and splash in the cool water.
Another chime alerted from my phone. I grunted before turning from the beautiful scenery.
Grabbing my phone and looking at the messages, my heart stopped. Multiple messages from Lance appeared.
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Knowing he could see I read the messages, I started to type a reply when he started calling.
