This is book 2 in the "Beautiful Destruction" series. You MUST READ "Theirs to Claim" first in order to understand this one.
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When I was ten, my father told me that all of my dreams would one day come true. Naively, I believed him.
I may have gr...
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Chapter 4 : Madelyn Tuesday, November 22nd, 2022
I failed.
Turns out getting onto one of those seven teams was a losing battle before I could even try to accomplish it, so plan B started the second I walked off of that platform.
Lev has been following me everywhere, as per his orders, only making it even more clear just how on my own I was for this.
If Alessia could jump ships so quickly behind my father's back... that was dangerous, and danger meant unpredictability. Those were two things I couldn't risk happening. Not with everything at stake.
The funeral was tomorrow at 11:00 o'clock, which meant all seven teams were being flown out tonight to New York to make up for the five hour minimum flight time.
Like I said, I wasn't taking any chances, my entire body almost on autopilot as I finished up preparing all of my things together.
My phone would have to be left behind, along with these white clothes that made sneaking around in the dead of night impossible.
My dad obviously had no clue I would be getting onto that plane with all of the others, but I had no other choice.
Remaining locked up here while so many people were dying... I refused to do that. Everything I could've possibly needed was all mapped out in my mind, my biggest challenge being ditching the man who was currently stationed outside of my door.
I already had a solution for that too, though, no matter how ridiculous it may be.
Too much of my plan relied on me succeeding to play things safe.
Hiding away the deep red paint mixture I'd managed to sneak in from the entertainment room, I pulled back on my white pants, not really giving a fuck how this looked.
He was a man. He should be clueless.
"Umm, hey Lev?" I called to the other side of the door, riding on the fact that almost everyone else had already gone to bed.
"What?" I hear an annoyed shout from the hallway, a smile plastering on my face that I knew I'd have to hide the second the handle was twisted.
"Are you alone out there?" I ask, glancing back just once at the red stain currently on my ass. "Something kind of happened and—" I added a bit of shakiness to my voice to give the effect that I was distraught and embarrassed. When Lev barged into the room like I knew he would, my story was sold the second his eyes dropped to where I stood.
"Oh, uhh—" He began, and I forced myself not to smile at his predictability.
I was embarrassed. I was being nervous and in need of his help in this very awful situation.
"I just need to get to the washroom, and I'd rather there not be a ton of people walking about outside. Do you think you can maybe grab me some clothes for the night while I wash these out?"
