Evelyn was an amusing girl, hanging out with friends and living her best life with the man she deeply loved. But suddenly found herself in a hospital room, realizing she's been in an induced coma for her past six months.
Her sense of disability lea...
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We got outside of Don's mansion, walking in a dark narrowed alley. It was freezing outside, I was too stupid to not bring a coat with me. But I guess I've always been that reckless.
Marcus kept whistling all way to the alley. I was kind of worried of the place we were walking in.
It was too old and dusty. As though it was an alley owned by a gangster.
Well, I wouldn't be surprised if it was. In the end, was companied with a mafia member.
"So where are we going exactly?!" I nervously asked, rubbing my arms as I looked at him.
He then stopped walking, shoving his hand in his pocket. I realized we stopped at the end of the narrowed alley. There was two huge garbage trashes, spray painting on the wall that had a capital M letter with a gold crown drawn upon it and a lot of rusted broken glasses on the ground. On the right side were too many empty bottles of alcohol.
I wandered the place, then I worriedly turned to him. "Is that part where you physically assault me?!" I asked, clearing my throat.
"Stop being a terrorized freak-" he chuckled, taking off his mask. "This part is where we create chaos."
I suspiciously knitted my brows at him, standing far in a defensive way as I took off mu mask as well. "How?!" He kneeled down, grabbing an empty champagne bottle that was on the ground. He glanced at me with a smirk, aiming the bottle at the letter M drawn on the wall opposite us, one second later and I found him tossing it as hard as he could, the bottle roughly hit the M letter as the broken parts instantly fell to the ground, causing a crashing noise.
My jaw dropped, and my mouth was wide opened. "You're freaking insane!"
"I am." he grinned, running his fingers through his hair. "What about you?" he asked, giving me an empty bottle as well. "Try that out."
I looked at the bottle, noticing my reflection. "I probably won't be able to break it."
"Come on!" Marcus squealed, squeezing his eyes shut. "Don't underestimate yourself."
My grip tightened to the bottle, I positioned myself like what a baseballer would. I aimed the bottle at the M letter, and then I threw it hard with much force. It hit the letter and broke to pieces down the floor.
I gasped with a wide grin on my face, "That felt amazing!"
I heard Marcus chuckling, as he looked at me. "That's what he thought, too."
"Who?!" I asked, tilting my head at him.
"Mikhail." he said, and my smile vanished right away.
"Why you bringing that up?!" I twitched my mouth, irritated.
