our esctastic devotion

chapter 18

Sebastian 30
  Stephanie 28

                  Sebastian

   Staring dead in the eyes of the motherfucker , kneeling in front of me his eyes show me fear and frustration.

     " Mr. molinaro." His mouth quivers at those sentences , while I shake my head in a dangerous Swift .

    " Don't even try to , you fucking piece of shit . Do you know what the fuck you were doing?" I lose my mind at his stupid convincing . He tried selling drugs at my warehouse to the traders coming through.

     Though working for me for the last 3 years he hasn't gotten his shit together. The last thing I want is someone leaking this and it ends up as a raid in my warehouse.

      " No body betrays me. No. One." I bark , planting a bullet between his eyes , watching his brains explode into minced meat.
 
       I turn back to leave , my men usually handle the bodies.

    " Sir, what about the cocaine?" Barie asks. He's one of my most trusted men the last thing he'd ever do is turn his back on me.

    " Flush them"

   I don't turn back and sit in my R8. I'm late as fuck, and to make the matters worse , I happen to have blood on my faded jeans. I gotta reach to the reception ASAP.

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                Stephanie

" Honey , can you fix this?" My mom brings over her fake hair scrunchie that's tangled like snakes in the woods.

    My mom always had gorgeous thick hair,she doesn't need a hair scrunchie to add volume or any attraction, they already do enough.

    I Poke my fingers through them and ruffle around finding a way to seperate the fibers. I hear a yelp that shakes me a little, my hand flies to my chest as I gasp.

    "What?" I half yell , while mom stays unbothered and looks all over my gown.

  "This is so damn gorgeous, how come I didn't notice it? Can you take off the coat? I wanna have a closer look. Soooo pretty" she smiles and moves around me.

     The reception has started and we are here still getting dressed. I'm dolled up in the gown Sebastian bought me, I insisted him to not buy a dress that costs £40,000 but he being him didn't give a fuck of what I said. He never did.

    The dress is too pretty and expensive to be wasted , so I had to slip it on.

    " When did you buy it?" My mom coos.

     " A few days after the wedding." I didn't look into her eyes continuously figiting through the fibers of the hair tie.

    " How much is it?"

    I couldn't answer. I couldn't bring myself to tell my mom that the guy I broke up with 8 years ago is earning a fortune, spending £40,000 on a piece of clothing like they mean absolutely pixie dust to him. Whereas , we never thought we could afford a £400 supper.

    " This is done" I roll it over her hair and barge out of the room. " The reception has started mom, pace up".

     My eyes grail over every table and disappoint takes over my chest when I don't see him. He said he'd be here. I know I've wanted things to end between us but I can't bring myself to face the fact that he'd choose someone else over me. Would he?