Three shots rang out and I watched as his lifeless body drops to the ground in front of me.
A shrill scream escaped me as I couldn't believe what I just witnessed.
"You're a monster," I screamed with tears running down my face.
"No baby girl, I'm th...
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When I woke up the next morning, I was on edge. I hadn't gotten more than two hours of sleep, and I was nervous for the day ahead. I was worried about going to the gala with Donte. I still didn't know what he wants from me, but I intended to find out one way or another.
I dressed for the day and slowly made my way up to Donte's suite. I knocked at the door, and a maid let me into the room. Donte was nowhere to be seen, but I was too busy taking in the extravagant room in front of me. He had a four-poster bed in the centre of the room, with black silk sheets to match. The walls were filled with unique art which surprised me since I didn't know that Donte liked art. I guess there was a lot about him that I didn't know.
The maids spent the first part of the morning washing my hair and placing extensions in my already long hair. Two packages arrived for me in the early afternoon. The maid told me that the boxes were from the Don himself. The first, smaller package, contained chocolate covered strawberries. I smiled softly to myself. Chocolate strawberries were my favourite dessert as I had quite the sweet tooth.
When I opened the second box, the breath was knocked out of me. The box contained a beautiful emerald green ballgown. I had never seen such a dress before. While I had grown up middle class until my parents died, living comfortably did not afford me such luxuries as this dress. I reached my hand out to touch the dress, and the material was delicate in my hand as if it was made out of the most expensive materials known to man.
