The scent of nicotine puts me at ease as I inhale .
I bring the cigarette to my lips.
I'm sitting at the rooftop area.
The stars accompany me in my solitude and I lay my back against the cement ground.
The couch is too fluffy.
Alexander has been here for 5 days now.
He is here for work.
I haven't spoken to zayden for 5 days.
Lovely.
The smoke makes goosebumps rise all over my body as some warmth is provided in the crisp air.
It's not even windy here, Its just fucking cold.
Like a stagnant never ending cold that is all consuming.
If you're going to take me somewhere take me somewhere hot.
Don't get me wrong I love the cold, but not right now, not this type of cold,
I spoke to Isabelle yesterday, she finally found the time to speak to me and I told her everything.
She thinks I'm stupid, I find amusement in her analysis of my stupidity.
I also spoke to Dion, he is doing good.
He doesn't need me anymore.
He's grown up and I'm proud of him, It's just a shocker to see him now and think about the 4 year old boy who used to rely on his older sister for everything.
I jump up from my place and walk over to the edge of the roof.
I much rather the view from an airplane than that of a roof.
I walk back around and down the stairs.
I put out my cigarette on the bench and grab a bottle of water.
I walk past the living room and Zayden and Alexander are sitting there on call with Kairi.
"do you wanna sit" Alexander acknowledges my presence
I'm not surprised Zayden hasn't told them anything.
"No" he answers for me and I stare at him
I shake my head at Alexander and restrain myself from chocking the life out of Zayden since it is my fault.
It's all my fault.
But he shouldn't care, nothing affects Zayden Olezka.
"yeah, I'm good ,you're friend over their would rather drown than sit with me" I give him the most genuine smile I can muster right now and go to walk away.
"You could at least try to keep you're fucking thoughts to yourself?" Zayden scolds me from the couch
The other boys are silent, watching our encounter as if they're going to miss out on the most important part of their favourite movie.
"The fact you're still breathing is me keeping my thoughts to myself you asshole" I reply turning back around to him
"Oh come on, you can be more creative than that" He antagonises me
I ignore him and walk out of the room.
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I've got to start thinking of a way to get back in with my people before Giovanni changes the paperwork.
I could kill him now, figure out where he is, what he's doing.
Or I could could let him come to me.
I'm not fucking naive or stupid. I know why they brought me here.
I know about the goddamned price tag Giovanni out on me like I'm some worthless animal.
We don't have much control over here, but Zayden does.
If I could just get him to help me... but he won't.
He wouldn't have done it in the first place and he definitely won't do it now.
I need to do it myself.
I enter my room and throw the water bottle on the bed. I pick out my favourite pair of black jeans and pair it with a black mesh corset top with heels and a big jacket.
I leave my hair out and grab the car keys, before I rush out of the door and enter the car.
The engine hums and I turn on the heater because no way am I freezing to death.
I drive back into the city and stop once I make it to a restaurant. I park the car directly opposite it and walk out. It's not hard to notice the fucking stares. They must know who that car belongs to.
I walk into the restaurant and am greeted by a girl dressed in work attire.
"How many people would you like a table for?" She asks me smiling with tired eyes
I return her smile, "one"
"follow me" She beckons me with her hand and I walk closely behind her.
I'd heard Zayden talking about this place before. About who owns it and the people that go to it.
I also recognise the name of it because Giovanni sent one of his men here to work.
I don't see any familiar faces, but the people are easy to read.
I see a waiter staring at me with confusion.
His futures are not very sharp, his brown eyes holding a softer edge to them. He has thick hair and light skin and I can tell that he doesn't belong here.
He doesn't belong here because he is a rat.
I watch him, he's jittery, suspicious of himself which will sooner or later get him caught.
He looks in my direction again and I wave him over.
His steps are steady and wide as he walks over to me holding an iPad.
"What can I get for you" His voice is deep and his Russian accent is emphasised almost sounding fake.
" Would you happen to have pasta al ragù " I ask him
"No unfortunately we do not" He replies almost instantly and I smile
"Well then could you please tell Giovanni his daughter is here and wants to speak to him, or I'll out you to the bosses who are sitting in that corner over there" I point over to the group of individuals who seem to cause a lot of tension, everyone almost tiptoeing around them
The mans eye widen in shock and he stutters.
"I.. I don't know what you're talking..." I cut him off
"You and I both know exactly what I'm talking about, you think anyone else in this room would know what is?" I ask him tilting my head.
He doesn't respond .
"thought so.. and your tattoo was peaking out of your collar" I point to the black ink on his skin and he looks panicked.
"Maybe try to cover that up properly next time" I tell him
"O-okay" He rushes away and I call over another waiter.
I'm hungry.
"Can I please get a menu?" I smile at the same girl who let me in
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