19 parts Ongoing Mature"welcome to heaven, my love."
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"Does this suit make me look fat?" Chris whispers into my ear, my eyes looking at the minions dressed up in fancy clothes and expensive jewelry with my heels clinking against the concrete.
"Chris," I hiss, keeping a smile on my face as we continue making our way towards the large open doors with people crowded inside.
"Sorry," He whispers and after some seconds of peaceful silence, I felt his hand slip between my arm and waist. Holding my arm with his eyes looking at a couple, copying them.
"Is anyone going to care about that thing on your chest?" Chris points directly at where my tattoo would be but he furrow his brows. "Wait, where is it? The S?"
Oh my fucking-
I yank his arm, bringing him right back to the car and I shove him into the seat. I slam the door behind me and Alex's head whips towards us.
"Yo! The fuck!" Alex shouts, obviously confused and annoyed that we are sitting in his backseats again. He was wearing a very formal suit with a black hat, he was a chauffeur tonight after all.
"Chris!" I huff, "I brought you to this fucking party on the condition you shut the fuck up!"
"You need to stop with the questions and keep your mouth shut. Your job is to look pretty and observer what I do, this isn't a fucking joke!"
He nods, zipping his mouth. He doesn't think that we are in any danger right now and oh, he couldn't be more wrong.
"These people will gladly blow your fucking brains out in a second so stop acting like a fucking child or I swear- I'll put the bullet in myself,"
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fixing, chris sturniolo fanfic / written by: officalst
