"VALENTINO WHAT THE FUCK. POLICE WILL BE HERE. OUR FACES ARE ON CCTV!' I scream and yell into a neutral-faced Valentino.
"Elizabeth, I assure you the police will not be arriving anytime soon."
"Valentino." I burn my eyes into his, while exhaling through my nose.
"Are you fucking stu-"
"Shhh." He looks at me with low, sleepy eyes.
"Are you going to tell me why you were with another man with a red lingerie hidden inside a bag in your hand? Or should you make me find out for myself?" He whispers, getting hold of my hips and pulling me towards him.
I hitch a breath.
How can a man be so jarring but so fucking great at the same time?
"he came t-to us."
No, I'm not nervous nor scared of him. I dont know why im stuttering
Valentino smirks at me.
"Oh really? So you bought that?"
"Just."
"For."
"Me?" He whispers in my ear. I shudder at his words.
I hear natascha take a step back
I turn away from Valentino and Tascha.
"Here, get an Uber, bae." I give her a hundred dollars from Valentinos pocket.
She looks utterly shell-shocked.
"yeah girl I dont think I'll get in a car with this psycho..." She says before walking off.
She flashes some eyes at him... some I've seen before.
I don't know, im probably imagining stuff.
I nod in her direction, before turning my head back to the fucking MENTAL husband of mine.
"I think we should leave." I barely whisper, my eyes staring into a space. I refuse to meet his eyes.
He holds my lower back and guides me to a black jeep, "it's time you got used to the sight of a murder seeing as you're married to a boss."
"just shut the fuck up. I would get some weed to calm my nerves but you killed my fucking dealer. And I don't expect you to give me anything, so i-" I snap.
"Pretty girls shouldn't do bad things." I grimace at his words.
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I got some weed anyways of course.
Me and tascha spent the rest of our day at her house, baked.
She snorts like a pig at our jokes.
"girl! Girl!! I don't know where the fuck you met him!" She laughs
"Wait do we like plan his funeral now?" She asks, scared all of sudden.
"No... no I don't know.." I say lowering my arm holding the spliff.
I pass it to her, once again seeing the light in her eyes appear.
I miss when we were two innocent little girls, handing each other barbies instead of spliffs.
It's strange to think that years ago we were sharing airpods in school, or role playing with our barbies and dolls, or doing each other's makeup, or saying 'my mom says she'll take us if your mom takes us back'
If I could go back in time and change my whole future, I would.
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