Adaline's POV
Shay and I talked about tonight for 3 hours. If something went wrong, it would mean lives.
We discussed the amount and the money and how this was the way Will could get out, and silently I begged that he would take this opportunity.
William works for one of the biggest, illegal, drug dealerships in LA. They sell everything and they hadn't come close to beginning caught by the police in years.
The reason why Will knows Shay is because they work together. Slowly, together they worked their way up to selling the "merchandise", Shay meets the buyers while Will handles the drugs and money.
Will joined the business before we started dating, but that was when he would only buy weed from Shay. Soon enough, he gets addicted, not to the drugs but the money and turns cold. Really, the only reason that I'm still with him is because he still has his good days were I learn again why we were in love. Its sad, I know. I don't even think Will knows how I feel.
As Will became more involved, he pulled me into it. Jokingly ( I think ) he signed a contract with my and his names, and he wonders why I act different. I mean who could fuck up THAT bad? Only Will.
I drove home going over what to say at the party. Unlike any other drug party, during this one is when you renew your contract to the company.
Tonight I'm finally going to be free. The only thing I'm scared of is what will happen if I don't sign it. This company has trust issues with me already, I'm scared if I'll be the one who doesn't leave the party alive.
When I finally get home, it's already 6 so I have to start getting ready. I quickly bring in all the groceries, eat my sushi without Will and rush upstairs to get dressed.
Down the hallway, I pass by Will's closet to see him straightening his black tie into place under his grey suit. I continue to walk by until he catches a glimpse of me in the mirror and calls me over.
"Does the gray look okay?" he asks still looking in the mirror. " You look fine" I compliment looking at his reflection. " Is that your dress?" he questions looking down at the dark blue fabric in my hands, " It's nice" he continues. I nod and smile at the dress. I have to control myself from slipping up and falling deeper into his arms. I need to remember what he has done.
I finish slipping in the last Bobbie pin into my lose bun and look into the mirror. I look at my reflection until I decide I look okay and leave our bedroom.
My dress is different then my usual party dresses, short, plain, and sexy. On the arms of the dress the sleeves are lace and go all the way down to my wrists while on my chest it makes a V to 4 inches above my belly button. the pace stops at the tip of the V and the rest is a lose material that is similar to a ballerina tutu but straightened.
I walked down the stairs to the kitchen to be greeted by William. He takes u hand in his and leads me to the car telling me that I look beautiful as well as the dress.
As we drive to the party, Will goes over the plan for the party, how I shouldn't ask questions , what I'm supposed to say, and how I should ask around the boss. I begin to drown out his voice as the city lights pull me away. To be honest, I'm scared shitless. I have a feeling this night is going to go badly, but I hope I'm wrong.
As we pull up, you can see the mass line of body guards and special people that are allowed to come. William pulls up and hands the keys off, then walks over to my door and let's me out.
Without having to say a word to the body guards, we walk inside. The party is even larger than the last one. They're people everyone and the music is blasting.
