Mob ties, wealth, prosperity. Those were the three things that circulated around Luciano; A wealthy businessman's life. Wealth, Mafia ties, and Murder were Kyrei's diversions.
Two cutthroat sociopaths trying to survive in the jungle-also know as th...
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Kyrei.
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It was the middle of April, and it was a little chilly in Detroit. The only thing keeping me company in the spacious beach house on Riverbank Dr. was the bottle of Tequila I'd purchased a few hours ago.
It's been two weeks since I've escaped from Luciano's harmless kidnapping. I was no longer thrilled, now I was angry. Frustrated because the one thing I wanted from him, I knew I couldn't receive. Which made sexting him pointless, I knew the next time that I saw him it'd be me fighting for my life.
To: +1 (313) 417 2274
didn't I tell you stfu and come find me? why the fuck are you still texting me.
From: +1 (313) 417 2274
Be careful what you wish for Catalina.
Scoffing, I exited out of my messages. He was treating me, which he'd been doing the past week. All I've been receiving were threatening texts from this man, he was starting to remind me of Tristan in a way; which meant he too, had to die.
Cracking open the bottle of Tequila, I brought it up to my lips. Wincing after I took a swig, I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to rid the bitter taste on top of my tongue.
I took that shot, then I took another. Twenty minutes later, half of the bottle was gone and my head was spinning. My phone buzzed twice, but I ignored it. I was no longer playing around with Luciano. I stole from him, we talk about killing each other all day; it's no way he and I could ever form a real bond. We'd always be plotting in the back of our minds.
Melanie Fiona's 'It Kills Ms' started to play throughout the beach house as I brought a freshly lit backwood to her lips. Inhaling the weed, I sighed. This song brought back so many memories of a man I so desperately wanted to forget about.
