♪♪ Espresso • by
Sabrina Carpenter (slowed+reverb)
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LILAH
New York, USA, 2024
I EXPECTED the smell of coffee beans and fresh chocolate croissants as every evening, my mouth watering just at the thought of it.
But the mixed smell of alcohol, weed and tobacco hit my olfactory nerves through the nostrils, making my head spin and face shirnk.
It's been twenty fucking minutes.
I'm forcefully staring at some prick for twenty fucking minutes and feeling his nasty irritating glare all over my body.
The creature known as men, are so fucking annoying. They don't know how to keep their eyes and the thing into their pants where they belong to. They'd run toward you like dogs if you give them a single positive glance.
So fucking ludicrous.
But here everyone thinks women are fragile and weak. Trust me, a woman can bring a man to fall on his knees with a single glance whether he's dangerous, inhumane or vicious; from a mighty king to a relentless warrior. And history is its biggest testimony.
Pulling out my red lipstick and compact mirror from my Louis Vuitton purse, I reapply it on my plump lips.
Don't waste your time thinking that I'm a rich bitch, because the purse is just a replica.
I look around the club through my mascara smeared lashes as my gaze meets a lot of drunk people until it again meets the bastard I have some business to do with for tonight.
I pause when my eyes lands on the familiar tattoo of a dead rose on his neck. I clearly remember Robbie had the similar one on his neck too. That means I'm after the right person, I have to be.
I'm almost there.
"That tattoo, it looks so familiar. Do you know anything about that?" I murmur to Jimmy, the bartender.
"Don't ask this question to anyone. If they hear it, they'll suspect you as an FBI agent and kill you." Jimmy whispers cautiously, looking around to make sure nobody hears him.
Jimmy, the short blonde who looks naive and amicable with a cute face and charming smile. You'd be nothing but a tomfool if you underestimate him because he has all of the most hidden information about the underworld in his cryptic brain.
Don't judge a book by its cover, right?
"Then you tell me." I raise my eyebrow and take a sip from my drink.
"The tattoo is a sign of the Bratva and it indicates their loyalty to the mafia family. When they assign as a member of the mafia, they cosign their life to the Devil and get the tattoo. Only exclusive members, who have seen him, get the tattoo on the neck. But the others get it on their wrist." He murmurs and keeps serving the drinks to the people.
That means Robert was an exclusive member and he had seen the boss. When he said he messed up with the boss, that means whoever the boss is implicated behind Robbie's disappearance.
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Felon |18+|
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