Chapter 17

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Ivy

Picture this. Two badass girls dressed in sexy black lady spy outfits. One a brunette and the other a red head. Now picture those sexy lady spies kicking ass to the track 'Gangstas paradise'. Sweet right? Hell yeah! It was dramatic and the perfect trailer to a superhero movie.

Of course that was until someone reached out from the balcony ( which we had made our way to amidst all the shooting) and yanked me back. Did I mention we were on the balcony? This just couldn't end well for me, could it?

There I was dangling from the wall staring up at the chic who was now trying to kill me. She had dyed, obviously fake platinum blonde hair. Her skin was flawless and that killer red lipstick made her blue eyes pop out. She was model thin. Not to forget she was wearing the skimpiest outfit ever. Her denim shorts were so short, they could definitely pass for some disco thongs. She was wearing a pair of white high heeled boots and a red see through crop top. Thank goodness she had on a red bra underneath because that whole outfit would have been rated R. Yikes, was she carrying a katana? Crap.

She reached down and yanked me back up, taking care to punch me hard when I was back on the balcony. My head felt like a balloon as I went down on all fours.

"What a brave little kitty, coming here when everyone wants you dead." She says in a British accent.

The bitch is smiling down at me and stroking my head like I'm her pet or something. I swat her hand off of me.

"Hands off, skank!" I yell at her.
She has the audacity to laugh.

"I wouldn't come any further." She says, grabbing my head and pressing the katana against my neck.

She's no longer talking to me. She's talking to Lisa who is holding her gun in her hand, pointing it right at the blonde skank.

"Well, well, well. Do my eyes deceive me? Vipress, is that you?" The Blondie asks with an amused voice. "Funny, seeing you here. Though it's great. I'm sure no one will miss you if I cut your pretty little head off. You were, after all, excommunicated."

Vipress? Excommunicated? What the hell is going on here?

"I'd like to see you try." Lisa challenged.

"Uh, hello. If you two want to get at each other, please do. Just remember to set me by the corner over there so I can do some cheering for you guys." I say sarcastically.

"Quiet!" The blonde skank says whilst pulling my hair sharply.

"Ow! That hurt, you bitch!" I scream.

That manages to distract her long enough for a miracle to happen. Ha! Miracle? Who am I kidding? She bashed the sword butt against my head and for a moment everything was swimming in my head. For instance, I think I saw a chain coil around Blondie's throat and yank her back.

I slowly pulled myself up, fighting the nausea and the dizziness. Why did I have to be nauseous right now? Damn stupid morning sickness! Why call it morning sickness anyway? It was now dark outside. Oh no, I'm definitely getting sick and not the food kind of sick.

The skank gets up from where she had fallen.

"Isn't this my lucky day? So glad you could join me, Fox." She says slowly.

Someone shoot me now. There he is in all his glorious gorgeousness. After everything he's put me through, did he have to look that sexy too? He'll probably be more sexier if I claw his face. Why am I having these thoughts again?

"Look what I found. Isn't this one of your contracts?" She continued.

She slowly got off the floor, katana in hand. They did an epic stare contest. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and, turning suddenly in shock, I saw that it was Les. She urged me not to make a sound as she led me far away from that place. I have to say, it was pretty hard not looking over my shoulders.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine." She whispered to me.

Of course he'll be fine. I thought. He did kick yours and Marsh's butts a couple of days ago. His safety wasn't the problem. It was the fact that after everything, I just wanted to talk to him. To be with him. Ugh, I'm an emotional mess.

There's a helicopter waiting for us outside the estate. There's also a black limousine parked by the gate with a very angry looking Rhonda seated on the hood.

"Rhonda, I can explain..." I begin.

"I don't want to hear it Miss Summers." She says immediately. "But I suppose it couldn't be helped. You're just as stubborn. I see you've found some friends."

Les makes her way besides me.

"Who the hell are you?" She asks.

"My name is Rhonda Beauchamp. I've heard quite a lot about you, Miss Norwood." Rhonda says whilst extending her hand for a handshake.

"Can't say the same about you." Celeste says.

She doesn't take the hand she's been offered. Somehow Rhonda doesn't get offended. Instead she turns back to me. I'm no longer listening. My heart is breaking all over again. I can literally feel the pain.

"What now, Miss Summers? You've taken down the bad guys who wanted you dead." She says.

I try to answer but suddenly I find myself sweating hard. What's happening to me?

"Ivy, are you okay?" Rhonda asks, her expression suddenly one of concern.

" I'm... Ah!" I scream.

I feel a sharp pain along my abdomen. Celeste catches me as I fall. I hear her calling to me but there's so much pain. I think I'm passing out. Oh gosh. My baby. Please not my baby!

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Reader : No she did not!
Another Reader : Did that b**** just leave us on a cliffhanger?
Ivy : did my creator just kill off my baby😱😤😥😦😧
Me : ( Sips some tea, sitting cross legged by the TV) Sup y'all.

Whoops, guess you'll never know** EVIL LAUGH** 😎😎👿👿

Whoops, guess you'll never know** EVIL LAUGH** 😎😎👿👿

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