Say Something , Anything .

•loves always love you can't fake it•

•n a r r a t o r•
•flashback•
Ashanti quickly rummaged through her closet only taking things that's she needed and stuffing them in her backpack . She paused briefly when her dads favorite sweater caught her eye . The last thing she had from him . She picked it up and inhaled his scent .

Ángel stood silently watching her every move ."You can take it with you ."  He said understanding her dilemma . She looked up at him finally noticing his presence and nodded stuffing the sweater in her bag .

He slowly walked towards her enveloping her in his arms . Tears that Ashanti didn't know that she was holding back began to fall until she began full on sobbing into àngels chest .

"I know it's for their own good but I hate that it has to happen this way. I wish I could just say goodbye in person and not in some letter." Ashanti said sadly.

Ángel rubbed her back soothingly , feeling his heart break at his love's tears. "I'm sorry mi amante (my lover) I wish it could be that way too ... I promise you one day when everything is safe you will see them again ." Ángel wiped her beautiful tears and cupped her face staring into her eyes.

Ashanti never saw them again ...

Ashanti always tried her best to remember the lies that surrounded her and Ángel relationship. About how he uprooted and isolated her from her family and turned her into a killer and she let him. About how he promised she'll see them when things got better , but they never got better . Ashanti would like to think that she moved on but part of her knows that deep down she never will. Though she never thought about him this much in the 3 years since the last time she saw him ,for some reason he was weighing heavy on her heart since she came home from the club.  She had a gala to go to tonight and there was a chance some of his workers might be there in his honor as he fell off the grid two years ago nobody has seen him . As if he disappeared. Part of her hoped he was dead .The other part hoped he was alive but in a lot of pain .

•ashanti pov•

I smoothed down my dress as I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked amazing. My hair was in a slick bun with my edges laid. My makeup was light but it was just enough to highlight my dark skin ,high cheekbones, plump pouty lips and my almond shaped eyes .My dress was a shimmering silver with a sinful slit that started at my waist. I paired with my $74,000 oval ruby diamond earrings one of my suitors from Spain gifted me . Hmm haven't seen him in a while maybe I should call him .

Looking good usually makes me feel good most of the time but I just want to get this night over with . There is nothing in the world that I despise more than being in a room with all these snobby ass white men & their 'pick me' ass wives for a long period of time . I just have to suck it up, it'll be over before I know it .

I walked out of my room to see my maid Ms Janice cleaning .

"Good night Ms Janice don't wait up ."I said getting her attention.

She let out an audible gasp " OH MY GOSH suga you look so beautiful!" She exclaimed as she hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek . This brought a childish grin to my face . "Thank you Ms Janice all of this could've been your date tonight." I said gesturing to my body "Oh child stop ," she scoffed "Go enjoy your night you don't need little old me tagging along . Hopefully you can find yourself a husband." She gushed

I chuckled "Yeah sure Ms Janice , Goodnight ." I said walking past her and leaving through my front door. I walked towards my driver holding open the door  of a slick black limo before I could hop in I saw my little lost puppy of a body guard staring at me with lust in his eyes . I smirked and hopped in the limo.

•narrator pov•
About 30 minutes later Ashanti's limo pulls up through the gates of the excessive large mansion the gala was being held at. She sighed with boredom as she looked through the window and say the same old white bitches clinging  to their husbands as she expected to see, no women in her field that could potentially make her night fun . Times like this she wishes she could bring her girls from the strip club with her to turn shit up. She was determined to find someone to make this night worthwhile. Well if all else fails she has a blunt stashed in her purse itching to be lit up. She was honestly tired of this shit. Nobody has threatened her business in years given it's only been 2 but still it just keeps on spreading and she keeps on getting richer and richer. She hasn't had to fight or kill in a minute. Most people in her position would be thrilled if their shit was running so smoothly but she is actually incredibly bored .

Her driver opened the door for her and gave her his hand to help her step out . She already felt the eyes of the other guests who have yet to enter the gala on her . She greeted the people she knew then made her way into the gala with a couple of her men trailing behind her .

As soon as walked in she wanted to go straight to the bar but she realized she has to at least be social first . She scanned over the gala and just looked at the rich mafia families socializing her eyes locked on The Bianchi's a family that she was in business with and decided to make her way over there .

Piero Bianchi known for his very close and public ties with the government (but yet people still try to deny their favorite politicians are criminals) was the first to notice Ashanti.

"Ashanti! Sei bellissima " (you look beautiful) He said with a wide grin
"Thank you Piero!" She said shaking his hand and receiving a kiss on either cheek from him . She greeted all the other men surrounding skipping the ones giving her lustful looks .
"We were just talking about you ..." He said. Ashanti raised her eyebrows in surprise "All good things I hope ."
"Why of course bella I remember you told be you were interested in going back to handling problems." He said earring a 'continue' look from Ashanti " The Perez's have the perfect job for you." She smirked
Peiro Bianchi led her over to Martin Perez who she instantly charmed and set up a meeting with his son the discus the terms of their agreement.

She felt a little tingle of excitement because she knew she was finally gonna be able to fuck some shit up. She mingled around the gala for a little til she found herself by the bar. She sipped on her liquor bored out her mind chugging it down she decided to walk around the quieter parts of the mansion .

As she strolled around aimlessly she felt a little off. Like someone was watching her. But she saw no one in sight. She decided that it could just been one of her men making sure she's alright. She entered what looked to be a study . The room was absolutely beautiful the ceiling was high and covers in mimic Greek paintings . There was art all over the walls and a bookshelf filled with rare writing . She traced her finger over the books feeling like she wanted to steal this whole room and put it in her house .

The uneasy feeling came back and right after she heard a deep velvety voice from behind her say

"Mi Amante ..."

She turned around shocked . But what she did next even she didn't see it coming ...