The Bloodshed (Book 1 of the sequel 'Till Death Do Us Apart')

Ember

The driveway was covered in red stained snow instead of white, the gun was still burning up and my legs were sore..
This is the third time I have been jumped on this week and even though I have been ambushed all my life, this feels different. The attackers have no name or any other details..Almost like a point organisation made just to destroy me..

A knock on my room's door got me back to the moment. On the otherside it was my very annoyed looking personal assistant/ bestie who's jaw dropped on seeing the me..
"I knew you had a bad taste in fashion but not too the extent that you would wear a pair of shorts and tank top to an official meeting. That too a very bloody tank top." she exclaimed, eyeing my poor choice of clothing with a mix of confusion and disgust.
"Meeting?"I asked
"The BOD meeting which was supposed to be at 10:00 am?!"
"Shit..Well, it's not like they are going to start without me, So I guess its alright"
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?! Does a word called 'Punctuality' even exist in your dictionary??" She yelled and began ranting on and on..
"Chill babe! Gimme like 10 minutes and I'll be downstairs. "

I changed into my only buisness and no bullshit outfit and outlined my red eyes with thick black eyeliner. I reached the office by around 10:40 a.m. and walk into the meeting nonchalantly. Being the equity shareholder had it's own perks.
A hush fell over the room and all eyes were on me. I sat at the head of the table and began the meeting as if nothing had happened...

About an hour later, the meeting ended and I was on my way back home when I decided to drop by the club. The club was one of the most profit earning business I owned. It made more money than all my other business combined. The crowd was not as much as it would be by night and was pretty thin. Many greeted me and were shouting my name in hopes of catching a sliver of my attention which they weren't worth. My best employee, Nick, gave me a knowing smirk and a nod of acknowledgement. He was a bartender during the day and a sex worker/striper at night. His flawlessly chiseled abs were a bonus at night. He is a good hookup but not good enough for something serious. Nobody was ever good enough for that..