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𝐒 𝐄 𝐕 𝐄 𝐍 𝐓 𝐘

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✼ N E V A E H ✼

This mission isn't going to be as smooth as I thought it would. Now this dumb old fuck thinks that I'm someone else's because Atlas left a hickey on me. I am someone else's but he can't know that or this won't work. I was in such a rush I didn't even think to cover it up with makeup or a damn scarf. I didn't even notice it until now.

Now, I have to lie my way out. Fun. Nothing new here.

Am I going to go with the funny one or the pity one? Since he's old and still very much oblivious, I'll go with the pity one.

"Oh these?" I ask, touching my neck area, pretending it hurt and tears immediately came to my eyes. "It's from my abusive ex-boyfriend, Lucas. I just broke up with him today and I just wanted to forget everything that's why I came here," I surprisingly managed between tears.

Okay, they weren't all lies, they were half truths. Just little white lies, nothing much.

I could tell Manuel felt pity for me, he put his hand right where mine was and massaged my neck. Fucking pig. I am going to be sick for the rest of my life. "It's okay, sweetie, you don't have to talk about it."

Shut up, he's probably a Lucas. He could literally be my fucking grandpa.

But damn I'm good, I gave him a fake plot and even threw in a fake name, too. And the tears, can't forget the tears. I should be a paid actress. I'd be hella rich.

"How about I take you home with me and I just forget all about this?" I pout, slowly looking up at him. My tears were drying up already, hopefully my mascara isn't smeared. I just want to throw up in my own mouth, my boyfriend would definitely not be happy about this and I kinda really lo- like my boyfriend, so this isn't going to end well.

"I would like that very much, Ms. Ramirez." Manuel mentions, helping me get up.

Of course you would. But I wouldn't.

Oh, no this isn't supposed to happen. The man that Rory is supposed to seduce is coming towards us and he's fucking angry. I hope Rory is okay. I look through the corner of my eyes and see that Akira and Viola have already made it to second base. Manuel excuses himself to talk to the other guy and while he does, I fix my hair to a low bun and clean the tears on my face, straightening my face up.

I know what they're about to do, I'm not going to stop them.

Manuel turns around to look at and he's just as angry as his friend next to him. Shit, they're coming. I threw Atlas' car key to the bartender, which is Spencer. Surprise. Surprise.

I lean over the counter, "They are going to take us. We are going to be fine, don't come for us-"

It's all I can say to him before I feel Manuel's musty crusty dusty hands grab my ass and his stinky dinky icky breath fanning on my neck. Kill me now . "You're a fucking whore for what you're doing you know that, right?" he sneered.

Rory's guy must've recognized her as Atlas' sister seeing as the fact that they are practically identical. Everyone in this damn country knows who Atlas Russo is.

"Takes one to know one," I spat, earning a slap across my face and another to my ass from Manuel.

I don't even get to register what's going on because a black burlap sack is placed over my beautiful face, but not before they put a cloth in my mouth and tie it around my face to make me shut up. How is no one seeing this?

You can't even see anything, bitch, shut up.

I feel my body being carried by some crumbly old hands, probably Igor's, and I'm thrown into the trunk of a car. Guess that's just my thing now, being kidnapped and shit. I feel another body beside me, I'm hoping it's Rory's. The guys come back to me again, bringing zipties along with them.