The woman's hand, decorated with rings, was squeezing the sides of her throat; the gun stuffed in the blondes mouth. Breathy whimpers slipping past her lips, and mascara dripping down her puffy, red cheeks.
Renata tittered, her haughty tugging the...
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Renata leaned forwarded, her chin resting on her palm as she was puffing in the cigarette.
Magnolia's anxiety perked up at the scary sight of the woman, her gaze deadly and her face stoic. There was an underlining meaning somewhere, and she didn't feel like she was ready to know exactly what it is.
"I have a dance to do soon, my time doesn't revolve around you Ms Abbott." She spoke formally though there was an edge to it, her voice slightly wavering from the fear she was feeling. Renata fought hard to keep the smile off her face, the muscles in her face twitching slightly as she kept the cigarette to her lips.
The audacity this bratty blonde bitch had was getting on Renata's nerves, whenever she thought she was an innocence butterfly who could do little wrong, it would always backfire back to her because of some side she kept in. She couldn't tell whether the woman was dumb, or had a mental illness, she sometimes felt as if there were different personalities peaking through. Renata could hardly talk, she had multiple personalities, but not like this.
She's hiding something. Renata thought to herself, flicking the ash into the ash tray and letting her eyes wander all over her tan body. The sexual frustration was creeping its way back but she couldn't let it, they had things to discuss. "Sit back down," she said, leaving no room for questions.
Magnolia didn't move, her arms crossing over her chest which only made Renata's eyes dip down to her pushed up tits, mouth watering at the mere sight but again - it's not the time. "Sit back down or I'll make you, don't test me fleur." She said again, this time her voice was dark and threatening, sending chills down Magnolias exposed back.
She rolled her eyes, moving to sit on the other end of the sofa, Renata decided to reframe from ordering her to move closer, she was already pissy with her - and the questions she was going to ask aren't exactly friendly.
"Who do you work for."
The bomb had been dropped.
As soon as Renata had been told about the suspected rat, her suspicions began to get wary, she needs to know who the fuck is stealing her shipments and how. The questioning started with other girls around the club, the ones who knew Renata very well yet they had nothing, they were useless. It is now Magnolia's turn, the very one who is Best Friend's with the Bosses' Brother. Kian was involved with the questioning of the other girls but if he was to find out about Renata asking Magnolia, he would flip the hell out. Not amount of uplifting words he gave in Magnolia's honour made her ideas waver, he's only known the girl for a couple of years. How can he trust her so soon?
Renata may be becoming obsessed with her and corrupted by the entity of the blonde flower, but she has a business to run. Not everyone is as they seem.
Magnolia stared blankly until she began laughing, and Renata could lie and say it sounded irritating but she never lies. The noise was truly a blessing, especially since the blonde hated her damn guts. "Are you kidding me right now?" She giggled, shaking her head at the stupid question. "I work for you, unless you're not actually the manager of this establishment?"
