𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

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A/N:
happy weekend<3 i hope everyone's doing great! I was on break this past week and my classes start back up on mondayy, and then i have exams after next week. so updates are about to get real slow again, sorryy, but i'll try my best regardless<3

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Five days later,

Davina Martinez's pov;

"IF YOU WON'T DO THIS JOB WITH YOUR EYES OPEN then I'll find someone else," My voice wavered as I raised it, bearing my eyes into those of the head of the security hired for my house.

I had only moved in five nights ago, and the sound of Lil Uzi Vert's severed head rolling inside that cardboard box still wouldn't leave my ears.

It had all been so urgent, Olivia had managed to find me the place on such short notice that I had thought I'll look into the security and other specifics early the following day. But God, Colson had terrorized me as soon as he could, taking advantage of my haste.

So then, morning come, I had struggled to find quick security for the house until I settled on getting a permanent contract with an efficient group. And now, five nights later, I had found a security group and contract that promised to be efficient.

"Yes, ma'am, don't you worry," The man spoke, his voice robotic as he stared straight ahead, not meeting my eyes and a certain determination plastered on his face as his dark forehead shone with perspiration.

Dressed in all black, the head of security-which included five men-for the house, was tall and burly, with his hands in constant fists at his sides.

All the instructions I could think of, with my still shaking resolve, were given and written down on the contract. No person I didn't inform to the security about beforehand was to approach the door, every delivery made was to be checked even if it bore the details of Dior or any other brand, and lastly, Colson Baker wasn't to be let yards near the house.

After I won sole custody, if his visitations to see his son were decided on, only then will I lift the last set of instructions. But before that, I couldn't stand the thought of him at my door. He was back on tour, having left as per his schedule, but still, my paranoia refused to understand anything.

Colson had gone mad. He had butchered Lil Uzi Vert in the dead of the night-the same night I had been discharged for my injury from the hospital, the same night his lawyer and manager had both worked to keep him out of jail on the accusation of the hospital nurse.

He had gone insane, he had lost his mind. His text that night had made it obvious that he was delusional in his denial of us, but killing a famous rapper in his blatant fury in the dead of the night? How did Colson plan to cover that? Had his recklessness made him that insane that his rational mind wouldn't function? Wouldn't go over the consequences of his actions even by mistake?

"Did you do away with the box?" I asked then, swallowing an empty lump in my throat.

I had kept that gift of Colson's for five days, terrified as to what to do with it until a reliable and permanent house security was hired and assigned. The box had been covered and stashed in the deepest corner of the house-lying still in the basement. God, Woods' face was definitely rotted and unrecognizable by now.

"Yes, ma'am," The man-his name Paul-uttered briskly. "It has been eviscerated, you won't be receiving such a thing again."

I inhaled a slow breath. Having that box in the house, even if hidden in the basement, was weighing like iron on my mind. And now that I had gotten rid of it, I could breathe in peace.