8 | a crack in the glass

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Later that night, I had put on a dark red dress. It had a slit running up my left thigh and the straps were thin. With that I wore a golden necklace with matching earrings, and red heels, leaving my hair down. I went downstairs to meet the others.

"Are we ready to go?" I asked, what made everyone turn their heads to look at me. "Yeah— I mean.." Malfoy said, rubbing the back of his neck. Enzo smiled, looking at the floor. Theo and Blaise were whispered to each other again.

Malfoy gestured for me to come along. He was wearing a black button up with black dress pants, exactly what he wore the day we met.

We left the house, and it was the first time I'd been outside in a week. There were three black cars parked a about twenty feet away from us. I had no idea which one was Malfoy's, not until he went to the most expensive looking car and opened the door for me. "Thank you." I chuckled, sitting down.

He closed the door before the rest got in. Malfoy was in the driver's seat, while Enzo, Theo and Blaise were squished together in the backseats. "You look beautiful." Malfoy said while starting the engine. "Thanks, Malfoy." I sighed.

After a few minutes, they started talking. I was listening to their conversations about the other killers out there. "Do you know what they look like?" I asked, frowning. It'd be scary if they didn't know, because we were going out and even the bartender could be suspicious. "Not all of them. Their leader, we have no idea who he is." Malfoy said.

"Why are they your enemies?" I asked, because I thought that they were all getting revenge. "They're not getting revenge. They're just killing for power." Theo told me, looking out of the window while we drove through some busy street.

"Their leader is supposed to be brutal when it comes down to killing. That's why we're protective of you. Once he knows you're with us, he won't hesitate to try something." Blaise said.

Nothing really suprised me anymore with this wizard mafia people. Anything was better than being with Riley. "Do you know that ninety nine percent of the villains in books are like smoking hot?" I said, what made Malfoy raise an eyebrow. "I know you guys are like the heroes compared to your enemies but you just have that villain look."

"So you're calling us hot?" Theo grinned, winking playfully at me. "Just because I'm mean and sarcastic doesn't mean I'm blind." I said, while Malfoy was shaking his head, licking his lips.

When we arrived at our destination, Malfoy got out the car first, opening the door for me. "Oh, such a gentleman." I chuckled, but my laugh died away when he put his arm around my waist. "Excuse you?" I said in a high voice.

"You're my girlfriend again, so act like it." Malfoy said, bringing me and the others to the bar. It reeked of alcohol and cologne in there. The bar looked luxurious. It had a red carpet in the middle, golden chandeliers and hot people.

I sat down with Malfoy next to me and his friends on the other side. When the bartender came over to us, I ordered a martini, smiling at the handsome man. Malfoy ordered drinks for himself and his friends, then looked at me. "Red looks good on you." He said.

"Black looks good on you." I said simply, thanking the bartender when he gave me my drink. Malfoy smirked, and I felt his knee touch mine. "Are you in the mood to be nice tonight, hm?" He asked me, sipping on his drink. "Maybe." I said.

"Being mean doesn't look good on me, I suppose?" I asked, my lips pressed together. "I disagree." He said, then looked above me, frowning. I turned around, then saw a man sit down next to me.

He was quite tall, I'd say around six foot two. He appeared to be muscled, from what I could see through his white button up. He had dark brown hair and his eyes were a lighter shade of brown. He was as perfect as his cologne.

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