[ 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐄𝐓 #𝟐 ]
𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 cold-hearted millionaire. After taking over Meadows Enterprise: Consultancy company. Involved in crime organizations. A man who doesn't see the good in people just deceives them and use...
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The Past...
The shot of the tequila burnt down my throat, causing me to scrunch up my face in agony. God, I think I'm drunk. Not the right time to be saying God, and not the right time to be in a club an hour away from your house. And my car—it broke down. No gas in it, I had no cash on hand. My step-father gave me two possibilities, and my mom? She was delicate with it. He said and I quote: 'Either I stop all your cards, and all your money will be gone, or, you stay under my roof.'
I'd be foolish enough to stay in that house, I had no one. He had hypnotized my mom, he turned her into a whore. I was practically alone. And I was only eighteen, it was summer, my step-sister was nowhere, and I would be stupid to go to her for help. She hates me, and can I blame her? I turned everyone's life into hell. Well, I am a bitch.
"Give me another drink!" I whined at the bartender, who was shaking his head at me. "Laila, call the boss. This girl is underage." The bartender yelled at a brunette behind the counter.
A few seconds later, a young man appeared. He wasn't old or young, more like mi-twenties. He seemed scary, most likely because of his scowl. His muscles were big though, and he was tall. I was tall too.
Tall.
I think I'm intoxicated.
"I'm in a meeting with Lars', why the fuck are you calling me?" The boss said. Hold up, Lars. Damon Lars was somebody I know. And we all know there is one family named Lars in New York.
The slurred words came out of my mouth before I could stop them. "Lars, I know Lars!"
Both the bartender and the 'Boss' turned to me. "Fuck, who let her in?"
"I don't know, boss. Do you know her?"
The boss narrowed his eyes at the bartender. "She's Avalina Raven, her stepfather is the man I'm searching for."
"I just want another drink!" I complained.
"Go home, little girl. Don't bring crises into my club." The man dismissed the bartender. I frowned, jerking my head.
"I don't have a home, boss." I mimicked the deep voice.
"Fuck, you're drunk." He got closer, and now I could finally see his features. He was wearing a black button-up, black trousers. While I was wearing a blue dress, it was ironic. And his features? You could say he's scary. Dark eyes, and dark hair, but he was attractive.
