Violet Rose,
the definition of perfect as she grew up in a family with fame obsessed parents. Never has it been easy for her, publishing her own first book at seventeen, her parents wanting her to get married at twenty three.
But what if there's a m...
My god i have a math exam tomorrow and I'm shiting my pants but here's another chapter cause life is doing me good right now. better pray for me.
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Logan Reat:
It's a mafia ball, that's what it is.
But she doesn't need to know that, nor do I want her to. She just can't, it's too dangerous. And yet I'm still taking her with me. Why? Well the answer is pretty simple, I guess.
I didn't want to go in the first place, but when the others told me they're leaving for some meeting I also bailed on, I didn't have any other choice then to accept the invitation and go there. The damn thing's today.
And then they told me that everyone needs a partner, just fucking great. First person, I don't even know why, I thought about was Violet. I mean she's my fake girlfriend so I guess that's why.
Besides she owes me. Though I would never force her to it I'm glad she agreed to go.
It may be risky to bring her because of everything that happened with Michelangelo, but I don't even know if the letter shit was him. And maybe someone else acts suspicious today, which means I could get some information for them. I'm lucky this ball is all about mafias meeting and not killing.
Plus, I want Violet to light up a bit. She's not as scared as she was before but I can still practically feel her tense as soon as we step outside. A ball like this one will do her good.
Beside it's so fancy, rich and overdone. She'll love it.
So now I'm standing in front of my mirror in my bathroom, contemplating if I should actually do this with her. Fuck it.
I step into the shower sighing deeply when the hot water runs over my tattooed body.
346. The last one I got from my mom, along with crossing out 345.
She always tells me how it's stupid of me to tattoo these numbers on my skin, but they're meaningful to me so she always gives in at the end.
My mother has always been there for me after everything that has happened. Something I do not enjoy talking about but she's always there for me. Alora Reat.
My mom may be different than other moms. For example she talks to me like a teenager and sometimes I think I'm the only adult between the two of us.
Like I already said she visits every few weeks but she's been on a business trip that's why I haven't been able to see her. I will today though.
Even though she's 46, her body is tattooed, pierced and she has been, and probably would still be, if I didn't take over, the best assassin in her own mafia. I got my anger from her.
