blood runs black

VII

'i saw you, with her, kissing and having fun'

- anne marie 

dior

Dior found Sofi, dancing with a very attractive man, and pulled her away. She wasn't happy, and also a little tipsy, and was about to ask questions when Dior quietly whispered that Enzo had figured out who she was, and then Sofi gave the random man a quick kiss and ran off. 

They ran, giggling like they were in a movie, and snuck out of the window they came in through. Surprisingly, there still wasn't security there, and it made Dior laugh a little to herself about how shitty their security was. If Dior wasn't there simply to have a good time, she could've done some real damage.

"How are you alive?" Sofi asked once they got in the car. "You said Moretti figured you out."

"I called him out on his bluff, and then told him he wants to fuck me."

"You did what?"

"He does, by the way." Dior said casually, throwing her heels in the backseat and putting flats on. "He even told me to go to him when I 'realise that Steve could never fuck me the way he could'. Which I'd rather die than do."

"Really?" Sofi laughed a little. "I don't know about you but.. Moretti's kinda hot. I'd let him, any day."

"Hello, he's tried to kill me?"

"You started it."

Dior scoffed and backed her car out of the parking space. "I didn't have a choice, and you know that."

"You don't want him dead. You'd probably let him fuck you if you weren't with Steve."

"Sofi."

"I'm just being honest. As your best friend, I will never lie to you. Brutal honesty always."

"You know what, after I drop you off I'm gonna go to my boyfriend who I care for deeply and let him fuck me."

"Because whatever interaction you had with Moretti got you all-"

"Sofi."

"Alright, someone's in a mood." Sofi laughed. "No, but what actually happened with the two of you? Your voice is kinda raspy. In a hot way."

"Weirdo." Dior rolled her eyes but smiled anyway. "So we danced, then we smoked on the balcony, and then he pinned me against the wall, took my knife and put it up to my throat, then choked me, then threw me to the ground, and then told me he'd fuck me. Basically."

"Sorry?"

Dior then took her left hand and felt her thigh, realising then that she never got her knife back. That knife was important to her, because her mom gave it to her when she was younger, telling her to never let someone bring her down, to always defend herself if she needed to, with that very same knife. "That fucker kept my knife."

"Do you wanna go back and get it?"

"Can't risk that now." 

"You okay?"

"Yeah." Dior sighed. "Yeah, I'll get it back some other time. We'll probably try to kill each other like next week."

"Are you okay, physically? You said he choked you and threw you to the ground."

"Sofi.."

"You thought it was hot, didn't you?"

Dior couldn't help but laugh. "Only because I knew he wouldn't actually hurt me. I told him to squeeze tighter if he actually wanted me dead, and for a moment, he did. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared. But then he stopped, and I realised it was most definitely hot because he didn't want to actually kill me."