Elijah Romano is the leader of the most powerful and dangerous gang. You know those stories people tell you about someone you should stay away from?... Yea he's the "someone" people are talking about. Being a mafia leader since the age of 18 has bro...
How the hell am I supposed to hide this? It's literally everywhere. Elijah's marks are from my jaw all the way down to my collarbone. How hard was he sucking? Hard enough that it's 2 days later and it barely even faded. Some did fade but the really big ones didn't. The most noticeable ones.
I'm supposed to be meeting with the headmaster today at the college to discuss some things. Then me and Liz are "running errands".
Not only are my hickeys noticeable, the big ass bruise I have from him choking me is also still noticeable. Honestly it just makes me look like I just had the most toughest, roughest, sex in my entire life. You wish.
I do actually. I just don't have anyone to do it with. You do. I don't, cause Elijah isn't an option. I'm not sleeping with a mobster I'm planning to put in prison for the rest of his life.
That's the main reason why I'm not allowing anything my body feels because it's not supposed to be that way. I'm not supposed to feel the way I feel when he's around. He's a bad man. He kills people, gets blood on his hands almost everyday if not everyday. It's my job to put bad people away. If he was a different man, just a businessman then that's a different story but he's not just a businessman.
Enough about him, I need to finish getting ready. While doing my makeup I applied foundation on trying to cover it as much as possible especially because Liz hasn't seen them. Which she won't, knowing she'd go ballistic knowing that his lips were even close to me yet alone touched me. Making sure there wasn't anything noticeable I moved on to my hair.
I didn't feel like doing much so I tried to grab the bunch, putting it in a puff that left a big ass ball of hair to sit in the middle of my head. I dampened and moisturized the ends so my curls can be prominent and have it's definite form. I let some strands get loose from wherever I thought would look cute which consisted the front, sides and back, then did my edges to complete the look.
I wore a white sleeveless crop top with these big military cargo pants pairing them with white Jordan 4s. For accessories I added a few rings on both of my hands and hoop earrings.
Not wanting to add anything else, I grabbed a small silver bag and my keys leaving my apartment making my way to Liz.
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Liz's apartment is always the go to if I'm going somewhere. It's cause I'm so used to living with someone I need another presence around me and Liz is the presence that I need. Plus we're going together to run these "errands".
Knocking on the door, she opened it a few moments later already dressed. "Hey." She said, I greeted her with a hey and a hug that she dragged, pulling me inside while still in the hug. It's like we haven't seen each other in years but we saw each other a few days ago. The day Elijah let us go. So from going to seeing each other everyday to only certain days a hug was needed. Or y'all just have separation anxiety? Maybe.
