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xxxix. dipped ends & matte tips

xxxix. dipped ends & matte tips

"Violet, what is going on?"

"Calm down, just one more shot."

"I'd calm down if you didn't just receive a bottle from Talia and you weren't injecting said contents into my system."

"Baby, would I hurt you?" I asked holding the needle impatiently. He rolled his eyes and still had the frown on his chiseled face.

"Of course not but-"

"Good." I stuck the needle in his butt and he didn't flinch as I pulled it out, he just growled, "I guess I'm dating Chris Colfer now-"

"What?" I asked as he pulled up his boxers.

"Chris and I went to college and he had a crush on me, he said the day I started putting shit in my ass that were dating-"

"Dude," I kissed his cute lips, "shut up. You have a meeting with Shun Wang today? The man from the first Gala?"

"Yes, how'd you know? And also, you can't tell me to shut up, then ask me a question." He pulled me in by my hips and kissed my chest.

"I need you to invite him over the house, not the company." My fingers ran through his growing hair, and I felt my heart sped under his touch.

"Is this how I act? All...suspicious and indirect."

"Yep." I quirked.

"Vi, seriously, what's going on?" He pulled back obviously sensing the tension.

"Someone is going to die today, Someone is going to die by no fault but their own."

"Vi I thought you stopped-"

"I did, he's going to kill himself."

****

I was porched on the chandelier, it was square shaped and hid me perfectly.

It didn't take long till I saw Oliver walk out in his business attire, "where are you?" He spoke into his com.

"Chandelier."

"Vi, what is going on?"

"You'll see." I egged on knowing full well what was about to go down.

Oliver took his strides to the door and there stood Shun Wang, the man who fucked with the wrong group of people.

Oliver being Oliver extended pleasantries and such, Shun Wang claimed to only have wanted to have the meeting as a piece offering, Oliver believed him, oh sweet Oliver, but I knew. I knew that it was all a trap, and Shun was going to die by the hands of his own misgivings.

A few minutes later Shun and Oliver were sitting at the table under me, I heard the lies sprouting from Shuns lips. Lies of his honor, lies of his turn to the light.

Before I went through with my plan I had to be sure of something, "Oliver, what color are his finger tips?"

"Slightly black." He answered indiscreetly. "So Mr. Wang-"