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Before They Take Care Of You.
❆Chapter Seventy❆
The drive out of Miami felt like an eternity—it was probably the longest forty-five minutes of my life.
But soon I pulled down a gravel road, leading to a restaurant that resembled a manor.
The parking lot was empty and the lights glowed perfectly against the sign that read—
Summit House
As I got out of my car and subtly tucked my knife into the waistband of my jeans, I continued glancing around, noticing the endless land in the distance.
Or how really fucking fancy this place looked.
Especially when I walked up the three short marble stairs where a man dressed in a tux opened one of the French-pained doors for me.
Which I hesitantly walked through, glancing around the elegantly designed interior before I noticed the man holding his white-gloved hand out.
"Your phone ma'am," the man said, and I couldn't miss the sympathy in his eyes—almost like he knew who or what awaited me further inside the restaurant.
I nodded almost hesitantly, analyzing his face as I slid my phone from my pocket.
And as soon as he had it in his hand, he nodded—motioning me to walk further into the restaurant.
But even as I walked further into the restaurant, I purposely glanced over my shoulder—noticing the drawer he stored my phone in.
Until I glanced back forward, taking in the empty restaurant that had tables draped in white cloths and dim candles on each one.
There wasn't a single person in sight.
Except for Adriana.
Who was seated at a table drinking one of the two glasses of red wine.
"Lena," Adriana said, flashing me her annoying fucking smile.
I forced a tight smile back, "If you wanted to grab dinner sometime you could've said something," I said, clearly being sarcastic.
"I just wanted to chat," Adriana said as I sat in the seat across from her.
"About the fact that Tazmin won't marry you? Or about how weirdly obsessed you are with her?" I asked, my sarcastic tone sickly sweet.
Yet Adriana only smiled like a maniac, "Wine?" she said, motioning to the other untouched wine glass closest to me.
"I'm good," I said dryly, pushing the glass away from me.
As if I would fucking drink anything Adriana served me.
"You know, I always knew you were an issue," Adriana said, unraveling her silverware from the cloth napkin, "But the moment my fiancée left our engagement party to check up on you—I knew I would have to find some kind of solution."
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Romance"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especiall...
