12 || My Sister

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A\N Hey girlies! How are yall. This chapter is a bit shorter but hope you like it. Don't forget to vote and comment! Love all of you guys. 

Also Thank you so so so much for 150 reads! I appreciate you all so much.  Btw if there are spelling or grammar mistake please lmk as I want to make this as good as I possible can for All of you. 

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I have plans to meet up with my sister today, I'm not even sure if I'm allowed to go. I should be able to, I'm a grown ass woman, like Arlo can't just keep me locked in here like a prisoner. In the past 5 weeks of living here, I've been an obedient person, but he is pissing me off. After our little interaction about a week ago, he is quite literally going out of his way to avoid me. Before I would walk into a room with him and he would just ignore my presence but now, he leaves. Like full on fucking leaves the room. Like man, why don't you just face me instead of cowering like a little pussy.

Walking towards my walk-in closet, I admired my large selection of clothes. Along with the clothes the guards bought from my home, there was also a ton of new stuff in my closet. Adessa and I were meeting up for brunch, so it was more hanging out with my sister rather than planning to assassinate the leader of the Russian mafia.

Don't even get me started on those bastards, they have attempted to break into Arlo's house at least four times. Each time failing miserably, it's more of a joke than an attempt to scare us. However, each time an attempt has been made, Arlo has been more of a stick in the butt about security, to the point where there are two men guarding each door in the fucking house. Do you know how annoying it is to shower than walk out in your bathrobe to two men with the biggest guns I've ever seen staring at you? I screamed like I was being mauled by a bear, than approximately five billion other people ran guns held high as if I was going to fucking die. I would be able to defend myself better than those incapacitated fucks.

After a million years of indecisiveness, I ended up picking a short greyish brown tank top along with some low rise cargo pants. I love cargo pants, I would sell my soul to be able to have free cargo pants for the rest of my life. Along with these, I picked out a pair of black and white Jordan's. It was a pretty basic fit, but I didn't want to stand out too much. I tucked a gun in the back waistband of my pants, and my favourite small 'M' dagger in my bra. Just the essentials.

Picking up my phone, I check to confirm with Adessa that we are still on for today. The café we were brunching at was about 20 mins away from Arlo's place, and 10 mins from my old home. Pocketing my phone, I push my bedroom doors open and walk out. The guards look at me knowingly, they're all scared of Arlo but I'm not. He is one massive pussy. Approaching his office door, my knocks vibrate throughout the door. I may not like the guy but I was brought up with manners. A deep voice mutters "come in".

Walking through the doors, I immediately take in the strong smell of cologne, cigarettes and some sort of woody nature scent. Sitting behind the longest desk I have ever seen lies the devil. His eyes slowly look upwards, taking in every inch of my body. Goose bumps were erupting throughout my skin, his gaze was lighting me on fire. "I'm going to meet up with my sister", I told him frankly than turned, I was about to walk through the door when I heard a disgruntled no. If this mother fucker though I was going to listen to him, he is delusional.

Turning back around to face him, "You have no right to control where I go or what I do". I state, feeling confident, I give him a look that asks him to fight back. "I don't care about where you go, I just care about you not dying, if you get killed, this alliance is over. Got it." He muttered annoyingly. Walking up to his desk, I point my finger at his chest.

"Do you think I'm incapable of protecting myself, you do realise I could kill all your men with no struggle and still look hot while doing it. I'm not some lazy piece of shit that let's everyone around her protect her like she's some baby. So grow the fuck up and erase that mind set of yours that requires yourself to believe women need a man to protect them. I am not your little play thing that you can control whenever you want. Go fuck yourself." I sharply object. Anger builds up inside me, immediately I turn around, walking out I slam the doors behind me.

A part of me feels overwhelmed with confidence that I stood up to him ,like that, but a part of me feels off, as if I just made a bad decision. Ignoring that small feeling, I head towards the garage, picking my favourite car, the red Porsche Panamera. 

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Word Count: 1160 words

A\N How have you alls week been? This week has been shit for me cause I've felt like fainting for the past 3 days and I'm pretty sure I blacked out last night. We love being iron deficient. My dr also thinks I have some other respiratory illness so isn't that fun. 

For the outfit on this chapter and the outfits on any other chapter in the past or future, if you don't like them you can imagine whatever you want. Also for the dagger with the 'M' on it, I thought of this:

Except the butterfly would be an M and the dagger would be bigger

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Except the butterfly would be an M and the dagger would be bigger. But it is completely up to you how this will be imagined. This dagger will also be brought up in the future fyi. 

I'm sorry I haven't been uploading as much, but I'm trying to get at least one chapter a week at the least. I'm genuinely trying my best, but sometimes I'm too busy.

How'd you guys find this chapter? Please don't forget to vote and comment! I'm aiming in the future to make longer chapter so lmk how you feel about that.

Anyways, Love you all so much, and once again thanks for 150 reads. 

- B

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