| ALESSANDRO |

T H I R T Y - T W O

T H I R T Y - T W O

This day I cried myself into sleep. I was staying with Brad, my stuff was brought to his house.  Once my head hit the pillow the tears started streaming and I couldn't hold them back anymore. After hours of sobbing, I finally fell asleep.

The next day I awoke with my curls up in a bird's nest and my face red and itchy from the previous night. I still had his face in front of my eyes. How the bullet hit him, how he felt and lay there. Lifeless. But the question is: Where is his body? Brad didn't know. While I was thinking I got up and felt my limps hurting as I walked to the shower. The hot water soothed my muscles and I inhaled my usual vanilla coconut body and hair care products. I wrapped the big purple fluffy towel around me like a protection shield protecting me from all danger in the world. Just like Ale did. Then I walked over to my wardrobe and picked my outfit. I looked at myself in the mirror. There I am. Yasmine Malik. Same curly, black hair, brown almond orbs, and caramel skin. My eyes were still red from rubbing the tears away.

You cant be a weak bitch, I thought to myself. Ale would want me to be my bad- bitch self. I looked myself straight in the eye and suppressed the urge to cry at this very moment. I missed him so much.

"I will find you, my Pyaar ( my love), you cant be dead I just know it. I just want to be sure I looked for you", I told myself, turned around, dropped my towel, and blasted my music at full volume. I swayed my hips as Rihanna's powerful voice started filling out the room and picked out my Find- Ale- mission- outfit. I combined a chequered, purple Chanel two-piece with a purple jumper, nude Louboutins, and a purple baby-Birkin. I always felt powerful when I wore my favorite color. I put my curls in a loose updo held by a golden hair-clam ( A.N.: you know these clams thingies, lol) and applied some make-up. I took a look at myself in the mirror again and stared smiling. I already felt better just by looking good. I turned off the music and made my way downstairs to the living room, where Brad was already expecting me.

He was wearing his lavish morning-robe phone in one and glass of wine in the other hand. Mood. I noticed two men standing next to him.

"Bratteo."

"Si, Yas."

He always answered in his mother-tongue, when spoken to in it. I chuckled.

"We need to find the twins. Or Michael and Sofia. Or Rhon-."

"I already tried calling them. They just won't answer", he held up his phone showing me the contact info.

"This can't be for real", I sat down and hastily tried all numbers. But with each of them, the call went straight to voice mail, claiming they weren't available anymore.

"This can't be true, why would they try to ghost us. DO you think they are involved in this?"

Brad took a long sip from his glass, not breaking eye-contact. His brows knitted together.

"Yasmine, these people were his most loyal men and women. Besides I know my brother. He probably had something that could potentially destroy their lives within seconds if they ever ran wild. But most importantly, they were his best friends. Ales star sign values friendship above everything anyway (A.N: what star sign is he hehe)."

I sighed.

"Ok, but we still could try looking for the twins. I highly doubt they are anywhere far from New York. And if they are we could try Germany."

Brad nodded and the goons behind him.

"These two will get us their location within the next hour until then just chill. I always wanted to visit Germany anyway, have you seen these tik-tok guys?"

I gave Brad a confused look. How could he be so relaxed? I wanted to smack the fuck out of him.

"Okay", I replied as collected as I could, "I'll just go upstairs into Ale's study. Maybe there are some clues."

Brad nodded and I left. There it was. I put my hand on the cold doorknob and slowly opened the door. His scent lingered in the air. Expensive perfume. Mint. Cigarettes. I walked to the chair and sank into the big boss chair that had so many memories of him and me. Some rather dirty other just him and me cuddling and starring into the eyes of each other. I looked at the table in front of me. I glass full of pencils, a small golden lion statue. his mac and a control-pad full of buttons probably for the lights and windows. I was about to put my small purse next to the lion when I accidentally hit the small statue and with a big BAM fell to the floor.

"Fuck", I cursed under my breath and quickly walked around the big wooden desk to see what damage I just caused. I kneeled down and found the statue, which to my surprise wasn't broken at all. The head of the lion had fallen off and was now revealing a big red button at where the lions head should be. When I took a closer look I saw two words spelled on the button: For Yasmine. I walked back to the big chair and sat down.

I was really eager to press the button, but what if I saw something I wasn't prepared to see at all. Fuck it, I thought to myself and smashed the button.

Suddenly the room went dark. Shit, will I die now? I couldn't even see my hands in front of me. I heard something glide up behind the table and then after a few seconds, the lights of a Tv started filling the completely dark room. In shock, I stared at what now appeared on the big plasma screen. Something in me dropped. It couldn't be. My breath started hitching.

LONG TIME NO SEE BITCHES.
I know this chap was kinda short, but a bitch gotta do her school work. Anyway, how r u guys? Hope u doing fine mentally, spiritually, and physically. Bad bitches need to get everything into alignment.
What could Ales zodiac sign be?
Yas defo is an Aquarius because we Aquarians slay PERIOD.
Then until next time
xoxo S