𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙫𝙤𝙣 𝘽𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙩: A dark, possessive, and dangerous feeling slithers through me every time 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙖 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧 crosses my path. She is my 𝙤𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣. I desire to love her and destroy her for anyone else, making her solely re...
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IM 22 YEARS OLD, and I still don't have my drivers license. That had to be one of the most pathetic things ever, but it was also something way out of my control.
Don't get me wrong, I know exactly how to drive. I wasn't lying to Von when I said I practiced around my neighborhood in one of my father's many cars. But according to my dad, both me and Aiyana were forbidden to ever officially get our license.
There was a time where we convinced him to change his mind, and he actually did consider it. But I obviously fucked it up for everyone when I tried running away months ago. So getting my license was definitely off the table.
With that being said, the city lights of downtown Chicago flickered in the distance as I sat in the back of a black Escalade. My chauffeur, Joe, drove with practiced precision. He'd been with my family for years, and his loyalty to my father was unwavering. So instead of me driving myself around town, my father hired men to do it for me.
Tonight, I had plans to meet up with Monaleo for our Pilates class. We usually got it done during the day, but the class had been canceled and moved to this evening. As the Escalade glided through the streets, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in my chest.
No matter what I did, my mind always seemed to drift its way back to my dead ex. It was a familiar feeling of guilt that'd become all too common in recent months. I always thought about going to therapy for it, but how would it sound with me telling my therapist that my father, who is apart of the black mafia, had my ex boyfriend killed?
