Shadows of Destiny: Forged by Fate

Prologue: The Beginning of the end PT 3

Lynette felt her chest tighten as she glanced at her watch—2:15 am. The sense of dread gnawed at her gut, a premonition that something was wrong. "Valentina, we have to find her," she urged.

"First, stop whining. The desperation in your voice is giving me a headache," Valentina snapped back, rolling her eyes. "Acting all panicky won't get us anywhere, so cut it out." She seized Lynette's hand aggressively and pulled her towards a nearby couch. "Hey!" Valentina called out to the remaining people lounging there. "The light-skinned girl with pretty eyes who was here earlier, where did she go?"

"She went upstairs with Daquan," someone answered quickly. "Think he was gonna take her upstairs to fuck or something."

"Yeah, I was thinking about it, but she was acting like she too good for us," another guy chimed in dismissively. "Can't stand those stuck-up bitches. Too much easy pussy around here for all that."

Valentina released Lynette's hand, ignoring the crude remarks from the guys. Lynette stood there in a daze. "That's not like Lisa, Valentina," she protested weakly.

Valentina crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. "Lynette, you never really know what anyone is capable of.  Now..." She jabbed her sharp nail into Lynette's chest. "If you ever pull that shit again, you and I will have serious problems. I'm going back downstairs." Her tone shifted from stern to sweet effortlessly. "I don't want to hear any more about your plus one. You know where she's at now. Either she finds a ride home or you both leave together." With a kiss on Lynette's cheek, she added, "See you on Monday, Nette. And wear that gold outfit I picked for you."

Lynette watched as Valentina's perfume lingered briefly before dissipating as she descended to the basement. Part of her burned with the desire to confront Valentina, while another part craved her approval deeply. But the sinking feeling in her stomach outweighed everything else.

Determined, Lynette ascended the stairs, calling out Lisa's name repeatedly. She checked several rooms—encountering an orgy in one, emptiness in another—until she finally opened a door and found her.

There she was.

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Dee was feeling real good. Her high was pleasant, and she was just the right amount of tipsy—giggly and giddy like a kid in a candy store.

One moment, she was chilling at the front of the block party with her girls, and now she found herself seated on the lap of one of Titus's top dealers, right in the heart of the trap. She could sense her friends' jealousy as he approached her earlier, and when he invited her to join him, she felt the heat of their envy—the girls had been trying all night to get inside.

Dee had a feeling her time was coming. She could already picture him picking her up in expensive cars, showering her with gifts. The way he walked, all bowlegged, hinted that he was packing something serious between his legs. She didn't even mind the idea of another baby father if it meant she finally snagged someone who could take care of her. She was tired of her job at the airport.

She played her cards just right, sucking on his neck, letting him get close. It was all about playing the game.

"DEE, DEE, THANK GOD IT'S YOU DEE!" She looked around, hoping there was another bitch named Dee at the party because she couldn't believe Lynette was running towards her, sobbing and crying like that.

"DEE, IT'S LISA! YOU HAVE TO COME HELP LISA, DEE!" Lynette screamed, making a scene. Dee was mortified—the party had shifted drastically. With fewer people, low music, all eyes were on Lynette and her outburst about Lisa. Dee felt a wave of nausea. "Why did she bring that little girl?" she thought.