My heart was hammering in my chest, I could feel every droplet of sweat that left my skin. Richard and Gloria were ready to make their exit through the back door, and they were going to leave me here to die.
Richard grabbed the bag that held the Golden Egg of Croates and Gloria had one that carried the golden coins from the Kingstons.
They were walking to the back, leaving me.
I let out a scared breath, reaching over for a champagne glass, I slowly hurried toward Richard and smashed it against his head. Richard cried out in pain blood dripping from his head. "You bitch!"
I swear, he looked ready to kill me until he saw the bomb on me. "You'd better be glad you're wearing that." He jabbed a finger at me, groaning in pain. The glass shards sticking from above his brow.
In 9 minutes, I was going to explode.
A tear trickled out of my eye. "I'll see you again, mother." I whispered.
The sound of the striking clock splitting my ears.
I leaned back against a table that was filled with utensils and food, and drinks. And that's when I saw the champagne glass, hope filled me again.
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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.
