"Don't bring anyone home tonight Elle," he demands. His voice was rough and bossy.
"Why? Are you Jealous?"I bite my lip, asking.
"No, I can fight, Sweetheart. I just feel bad for the other dude." He smirks.
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- Elle has a troubled life, she is work...
- this story is NOT in third person. Just the prologue and other little scenes.
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The clouds darken, ready to cry. One tear fell and then the next: soon pouring down on the hills and houses.
A couple miles ahead a big mansion stood on a hill, with two couples and one child.
Her husband and her best friends sat at the table.
"They are out for us." Her husband declared. She shook her head, for the first time she knew this wasn't going to end well.
The head of the Italian and American mafia were going to die. Not at the same time so it didn't look suspicious, but they were too behind to survive.
"Please watch over her," she worried, holding her very pregnant stomach. She didn't know who would go out first. All she knew was they were going to torture them before it was all over.
"We will," the other women cried. They have been best friends since forever.
Silence took over. The only noise coming from the outside was the rain drumming on the roof.
Quiet footsteps walked down the marble steps. "Mommy?"a young boy, about 3, walked in the room with his stuff animal at his side.
