His hand was slammed on the table and he shouted my name. I looked at him, startled.
"I'm talking to you Annalise" he stated rather annoyed.
"Oh sorry, I guess I was busy not listening"
He took a deep breath in and started talking again.
"Y...
Mila wore a stunning sage coloured silk dress and some nude heels, which also laced up around her ankle. Her makeup perfectly highlighted her eyes and her cheekbones. It had been done professionally, undoubtedly at Ace's request. Her heels were not as tall as mine, but they still looked like they would kill my feet if mine were in them.
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Arm in arm, Mila and I walked over to some seat that wasn't far away. Liam and Archie followed us over to where we sat and stood with their backs to us, surveying the area. Liam, who I discovered was Milas guards, like Archie was mine, but was more distanced from her. As much as I am angry with everyone who supports, or at least doesn't stop, Mason, Archie and Aiden have been kind to me and made this whole situation somewhat tolerable. For Mila, it was different.
As Mason was the head of the mafia, he had many security people and others around him, hence me, constantly. Although Ace was still very important, he had fewer people that Mila was able to socialise with.
"I'm so sor-" I began.
Mila placed her index finger to my lips, hushing me, and pulled me into a hug.
"This twisted situation isn't your fault Lise. You can't blame yourself, that isn't going to help us, I don't blame you. I blame them." Her voice was fragile but she was definite in what she was saying.
I nodded and we broke the embrace.
"Have you tried to run yet?" I asked
Mila turned her head to the side.
"Mila?"
"Yes. I have."
She looked back at me, a tear threatening to fall from her eye. She quickly caught it before it did. She pulled up her sleeve on her left arm. I could make out red marks that ran across her arm, my eyes trailing up further, to her neck. Purple bruises painted her skin when my eyes trailed to her shoulders. Across her collar bone, in black cursive, read 'Ace Perez'. He had marked her.
