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...
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Logan Reat:
Once we're back at the mansion I sigh. My knuckles are burning and the blood dried on the side of my face is pissing me off. Not to mention that my girl's sister interrupted me kissing the shit out of her and my first date with her had to be ruined by my greatest enemy. How fucking amazing this day is going.
"Wow, you look sexy." Tyler walks in while we're all taking our shoes off and I roll my eyes when he inspects the wound on my forehead. "How bad is it? And don't lecture me." he snorts and I roll my eyes again.
I've known Tyler my whole life and one thing I know best about him is that he's extremely smart. He's a medical pro and knows everything about the body of a human being. He knows how to treat every damn wound and knows exactly where it's dangerous for people to get hurt. That's why he's so good at killing. Since we all started to go on missions together Tyler has always treated the small wounds we had, when we didn't have to visit the hospital. Tyler's able to do it.
"You'll be fine, just make sure to sterilize it-"he tells me when suddenly his eyes go behind me. I follow his gaze and land on Violet's sister. Oh hell no. "Now who are you?" he starts smirking, walking towards Brielle with his arms crossed. My wound is already forgotten, I see. Stop being a baby.
"Brielle. Who are you?" she asks him and I wince knowing very well she just walked right into it. "Well, my real name is Tyler but I can be anyone you want." he kisses the back of her hand and I frown as Violet is trying her best at keeping her laughter silent. "Tyler she has a girlfriend." Violet says and he moves back when Brielle stops him. "Not anymore." "What? You didn't tell me-" "Okay who cares, it's good for me. Want some alcohol? I have plenty." Tyler cuts Violet off as Brielle nods, laughing.
"Don't give her any weed." I warn him and he nods, sending me the thumbs up. "No weed for the pretty lady I have here." he says and I have to stop myself from throwing up. "I don't know how to put this nicely, so I won't. This is disgusting, Violet, we're leaving." I grab her hand and pull her with me up the stairs.
"Did you hear that, she doesn't have a boyfriend anymore and didn't even tell me, dammit." Violet curses and I walk straight to my bathroom to clean up my wounds. "Insane." I answer grabbing all the utensils that I need as she paces around the room. "It's so weird, you know..." I stop listening to her, searching for a tissue or something in my pants, when suddenly I hiss, pulling back.
Blood is running down my hand and once I look into my pocket I remember the knife Michelangelo had. The knife I now have. And the one I just cut my hand open with. I curse and Violet rushes into the room looking at the mess. "You are stupid." she scoffs, seating herself on the sink and letting me stand between her legs as she starts cleaning my hand.
"Do you think I killed him?" she asks and I slightly wince when the sanitizer meets the cut. "Don't worry, you didn't." "How do you know?" "Love, no matter how thrilling it was, hitting him with your heel didn't do much. Plus my people drove there and took him with us to take care of him. They're fixing his wounds now so we can lock him up and question him tomorrow."
