Mrs.Drug Cartel

Chapter 40 Mission-inpossible

I would have walked through fire to kiss your lips
Do you still think about it, of what you did?
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THIS SONG IS [HOPE~ by The Chainsmokers]
IT IS SUCH A GOOD SONG, I LOVE IT.
-Take a second to listen to this amazing song.-

I was never really supposed to even be there at this stupid party, If I was ever supposed to be here it should have been on the arm of Lucien, not David. I would come to this party, hating it. I would complain to Lucien's and he would tell me to go to the bar while he and his "work buddies" talked "adult business".
Then we would go home, and I would fuck him.

But no, that won't happen. Not now.

I felt like I didn't belong in this setting, with all the rich people smiling and laughing, as they literally threw money into the air and lit it on fire. I was feeling like the fire, I wanted to burn everything. I wanted alcohol to burn my system so I could just stop time and forget everything just for a second.

That's how I struggled before, dealing with my dad's death and my mom, I got in bad fights and hung around with bad people. I would do shit I am not proud of, I would drink around my house and feel bad about myself. Up until I got distracted by needing to pay for my moms care, so spending all my money on booze wouldn't fly.

I want so badly to relapse, I want to forget everything, and to wake up and realize that this whole thing, my betrayal was just some drunken dream. But I knew no amount of drugs, sex or even liquor could make me forget just what I have done.

The Deep cuts Alexander gave me, where just beginning to heal, a few bruises covered my ribs and chest. Soon to be scars of these terrible fucking time permanently tattooed on my skin

The short sexy body con dress that David got me was like a red tight seconds skin, like the skin snakes hold close to themselves, as they slither around mostly silent and unseen. As they wait to kill, to prey.

But I wouldn't be able to be unseen by Lucien I wouldn't be able to escape him. Not again. I have to face him no going back. I have to face my fate. Even if that means dying.

I won't hate him if he doesn't believe me, I mean I probably wouldn't believe me.

But I just wished that he knew I would never do that, that he knew my character better than that. If I even get to talk to him all I want to say is I'm sorry and that I never stopped loving him "Are you alright? You look like your gonna faint"David jokes and I smile slightly, looking up at him.

With David and I's deal I intend to help him find his daughter, even if my side didn't go to plan. I don't hate David as much now, knowing he was forced to do the things to me at the auction. He was just protecting his kid and I can't blame him for that.

At the beginning of the year, I was a college dropout, living in a shit apartment with fucked up friends who didn't give 2 fucks about me. I would go on dates that lead nowhere with guys who bored me to death. I would watch movies alone on my couch doing absolutely jack fuck all. At the beginning of the year, I hated myself and my life, plain and simple.

Now a year later I'm at a Mafia banquet sort of shindig in order to talk to my mafia husband that probably hates my guts and wants me dead.
The irony of my boring life before baffles me.

The ballroom was huge, to enter to dance floor you had to walk down a grande set of stairs. This made me feel like a princess in one of those fairy tale movies. The walls where golden plated, white pillars decorated and holding up the ceiling. While distinguished furniture from all the expensive brands of the earth littered the floor, waiting for an expensive butt to sit on it, or something to be placed upon them.