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"No rain, no flowers." She yelled as she danced in the sand while it was pouring rain, she was absolutely beautiful.
In the end, this game of love and life, always will end with death. If it's today, tomorrow, in a year, in...
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~2 Weeks Prior~
I glanced down at my phone:
Missed Call Lyla - 3 hours ago
Voicemail- 3 hours ago
I cursed under my breath, I was busy and she had called, what if she needed something. I felt my heart squeeze as I held my phone up to my ear listening to the voicemail.
"I found the room."
"With all the pictures, I don't know why you were following me, but I want to know why. "
"I'm leaving."
I stood there, unable to register what I had heard. Before yelling and throwing the vase off of the closest counter.
I felt my pulse quicken as I started destroying the estate. Anger had erupted inside me, it felt as though my heart and mind were going to explode.
I watched as my men rushed into the room, not daring to hold me back. I held the phone up to my ear, calling her, it went straight to voicemail.
All I saw was red, I took out my gun and pointed at the group of my men standing at the other end of the room, "Who the fuck didn't lock the door," I yelled cocking the gun.
They all look like they were gonna shit themselves.
I waited for my answer and when I didn't get what I wanted I yelled again, "Who the fuck did it!"
I felt a hand on my shoulder gripping it tightly, I turned around in fury gripping whoever's hand it was, neck.
I saw Dante, for a second I considered continuing gripping his neck until I released him.
"Easton, you need to calm down," he said rubbing his neck.
"Why the fuck would I do that," I theorized, shoving the barrel of the gun into his chest.
"Tell me what the fuck happened, before you kill someone," he demanded as he held his hand up, I could hear the men walking away into the distance away.
"Someone left the fucking door of the library unlocked and Lyla found the fucking room." I huffed running my hand through my hair.
"Okay we will figure this out," he spoke letting a breath out.
"No she's fucking gone, she fucking left Dante," I threw a punch into the wall, before walking out the door, "I'm fucking leaving."
