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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Violet Rose:
I wake up, groaning while stretching in bed. A stinging pain between my legs reminding me of last night and I turn my head only to not see anyone lying beside me. Where's Logan? "Looking for someone?" I spin around to see Logan standing in the bathroom, his arm holding the top of the door frame as a toothbrush is loosely hanging from his mouth. He isn't wearing a shirt, the scratches and marks I left behind visible.
"You're blushing." he spits the toothpaste into the sink, washing his face, his back muscles flexing and the new tattoo making my mind wander off. I can't believe he'd do that for me. I love him. I get up of bed, hugging him from the side and closing my eyes in half slumber again. "Sleepy?" I nod and he chuckles kissing my head. I can't believe he's in love with someone like me. Someone who looks like a rag doll after waking up. I'm not kidding, I almost flinched when I saw myself in the mirror.
We stand there in silence a bit until my eyes open and I remember what day it is today. "Oh." I look up at him, his throat working when he swallows. "Is it okay if I let some guards stand outside of your room?" he asks scratching his neck and I nod. "Yeah. Of course." I step back, biting my lip. "And- and you're sure you want to do this?" I rock back and forth on my heels and he nods, taking my hands in his. "We already made sure everything's set up. It'll be fine." he says and I have to exhale heavily, nodding.
"If you don't want me to go then just say it Violet. I will do everything if you ask me to." he tilts my head up but I just grab his wrists. "No, no please you need to get this over with, of course you need to go. I just don't want you to get hurt." I whisper the last part and he smiles, sympathetically. "Just wait here for me." he brushes my hair back before walking past me to get dressed. They're going after his father today. They'll make sure he gets locked up and dies there on his own. It's scary to imagine but after everything he put Logan and Alora through, we are being nice to him.
I just hope everything goes as planned. If only one simple thing goes wrong then they're screwed and I won't be able to help them. I originally wanted to invite Brie over but apparently Tyler firstly made sure she's unable to move and secondly ordered her to not leave her room. She called me to find out the reason since Tyler obviously thinks she doesn't know about the mafia. She's my sister. Of course she does. However since I am not allowed to leave my room I plan on catching up on some work and luckily I still have Lilah as accompany.
"Take care of yourself. If you're hungry, tell the guards. If there's an emergency, tell the guards. They are my most trusted people, you'll be fine, right?" he pulls me close and I hum. "I'll be fine." I just wish I could somehow make sure they're all safe. "Violet, look at me," he forces me to stare straight into his midnight black eyes. He's so beautiful. He's wearing a black turtle-neck shirt and some black slacks, secured with a belt that I use to pull him even closer. A bullet proof vest strapped onto his body and I use the opportunity to make sure they are done tight enough.
