Summer is a young mother trying to grasp her new reality. Witch is keeping a low profile with her beautiful bubbly daughter Autumn who's full of character for a four-year-old.
Kazimir isn't your normal French billionaire CEO. He's a man who knows h...
PS, I'm so sorry for not updating for so long I got lost within school work, but hopefully I'm back for a while.
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One week before
"It's not fair to them, you know?" An evil voice spoke that could easily be mistaken as a good person.
"You lost so much blood Kazimir, if I hadn't come in time, you wouldn't be here. Do you know that?" She asked as her tone shifted from concern to anger.
"I don't need your lecture right now Sevin!" I said sitting up on the bed.
Her eyes narrowed as she got up from restraining herself from saying anything fathom.
"Where is she at?" I asked her knowing she already knew who the special guest was.
"She's here, I have her locked and chained up in a storage building. She's sleep, the drugs should be wearing off in a few." On that note, she walks over to me handing me a note.
"That's the address," she spoke gently till a mischievous smirk appeared on her face revealing a dimple.
Those green eyes lit with fire. "She's sexy," she chuckles. One thing about Sevin she loves to instinctively start something.
I reverted my gaze from her back to the pics of paper. A noise from a distance comes close to my ear. The sound of a phone ringing.
"Ughh, auntie duties," she waved her phone as she answered.
"She's a bitch, and I mean a sneaky bitch. If I were you I'll get ready now!" She said walking out of the room.
•••
Nothing, that was the feeling, the mystery feeling was emptiness. The feeling of nothing.
Here I was face to face with my past, I past that brought me to the future. She wasn't tall. She is five' five, patie with a round face.
Doll face, a face that can be perceived as angelic or sweet, but was a mercenary for a higher power of corrupt politicians.
That's why she was a secret weapon, easy to manipulate men and women with a sweet voice and slit their thoughts to finish a job.
She was no different than Sevin. Sevin's face was full of temptation and trouble. More of a don't touch kind of girl.
I sat in front of the woman who shared a past with me as she subconsciously woke up from her sleep.
"I'm gonna kill you, then I'm going to kill her next."
Her first word, she said, dangling in the middle of the room. Her hands were hanging up high, chained to the ceiling.
"You're not going to kill me...but maybe next time," Sevin confidently scoffed as she played a kitchen game on her phone.
"As much as I love a good show, I have something important to attend. Bye, gorgeous." Sevin waved to both of us as she exited the room.
