❝Only us two, your hand in my hand, a starry night and the city around us.❞
What was once the deepest desires of her soul is now a faded memory, for she has sworn herself: No more guns. No more drugs. No more mafia.
... no Lee Taeyong.
This story...
»What goes around comes back around.« – Justin Timberlake
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Back home from our trip to Busan, Lucas and I parted our ways again - while I headed back to our Headquarter, Lucas had other business to take care of. I was curious about where Yuta would take us next. But I had to be patient first - at least until tomorrow. Because then I'd have another appointment with him. I would be visiting him at his office to brainstorm marketing ideas and hopefully growing closer by the minute. Every meeting with him spoke of importance. That's why I already planned the outfit I'd wear tomorrow. I put on a tight, forest green dress and paired it with a black blazer and black pumps, standing in front of a large mirror and inspecting my looks. I was about to put my hair up in a bun when I remembered my father's words.
Never put your hair up when seducing a man. The magic is in the hair.
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized I still lived by those words. I shook my head and sighed, disappointed in myself.
Those times are behind you, Cami, don't look back.
I almost chanted that sentence inside my head. I wanted to be done with the past so badly, but I knew I would never truly be free from it.
As long as my father was alive, I would be in danger...
I barely managed to push another blackout away when I heard the familiar sound of my phone's ringtone.
It was Ten.
"Hey, Ten." I pulled the blazer off my shoulders again and hung it up properly so that there wouldn't be any creases in the fabric tomorrow.
"Hey, favorite. Whatcha doing?"
I grinned. "Not much, and you? Did anything happen?"
He snorted. "Does anything has to happen for me to call you?"
"Yes, kinda. Now spit it out."
"I killed someone and now need your help to bury the body."
I inhaled sharply and almost choked on my spit when I suddenly heard his laugher through the phone.
"You're crazy! You can't say that on the phone. Don't say that ever again, even in jest. You never know who is listening."
He snorted and I could already imagine how he rolled his eyes.
"Cami, I mean it though, I am going to kill Mark for real. Maybe even today. He's driving me insane."
