The guests went down like dominoes, everyone dropping to their knees, Michael and I were ducking behind a table. I peered around the wooden legs to see what the hell was going on.
Two dark figures, one short and one tall. They were both wearing black ski-masks and they were carrying guns. Big guns, machine guns.
I sucked in a shaky breath through my teeth, grabbing onto the red sleeve of Michael's suit jacket. He pulled me to his chest, cupping my head.
"At exactly 10:00, a bomb in this room will explode." The male voice I'd heard before informed everyone, the voice was eerily familiar.
I heard Michael suck in his breath behind me at the news, and I clung to him for dear life.
This had to be James, I knew it was. The way it was set up, James must have something to do with this. That dick.
I was deep in thinking when only a few words pulled me out of it.
"Now, where is Diana Cartwright?"
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanfictionDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
