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49 || The Ultimate Ultimatum

Song: Labrinth + Zendaya - all for us (slowed + reverb)

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Josie

"I don't think I slept all that much last night."

I choke on the piece of bacon I'd popped into my mouth while Ella walks into the kitchen, fully dressed in the clothes I'd lent her, yawning out.

I clear my throat and focus on my hands as I make a breakfast burrito for the man who'd partaken in activities that were responsible for Ella's lack of sleep. "I slept just fine."

"This structure is so large, perhaps you are use to the ghostly noises, then." She sighs, moving towards ones of the widows and sticking her nose against it as she glances out into the view. "Your boyfriend is clearly wealthy. How does he acquire such an estate high up into the sky?"

I open my mouth to respond, but realize that I don't have an answer for her.

How did Nico afford all this?

He slept in until noon almost everyday - today included, and never really did any work.

"He's a drug lord." I look up to see Margo walk into the kitchen, and move towards a kitchen stool.

"Wow..." Ella breathes before turning around to face us, "I don't think I've ever been in the presence of royalty before let alone live in their house-" her eyes move to Margo and she cuts herself off.

I watch Ella, who tilts her head, abandons what she was saying to stare at Margo. "Your red hair is beautiful."

Margo ignores her and glances at me, raising a brow. "Who is she and why is she a you but on steroids?"

I send her a small smile, "Margo, this is my friend Ella from my home. Ella this is Margo."

Ella moves to sit on the stool next to Margo's. "Hello, I'm Ella."

"So I've heard..." She mumbles, before turning towards me and grabbing the plate of food id made for Nico and sliding it towards herself. "Where've you been? I was starting to think Nico finally killed you."

I stop what I'm doing to look up at her, "Why would Nico kill me?" I place my hands on my shoulders and purse my lips, "i've been nothing but good to him."

She shrugs and takes a big bite of the burrito and I side eye Ella who watches Margo eat like it's the most interesting thing in the world. "My dad was also nothing but good to him when he first took him in from living on the streets. But that didn't stop him from decapitating him with a switch blade and a pair of my sparkly Barbie scissors at the age of 14."

The disturbing information piques my interest and I lean towards her, interested. "What did you do?"

"Nothing." She says through a mouthful of food. "He'd slit my throat if I even tried to do anything." She says it so casually which has me questioning why Nico had done it.

Yet despite what she'd just told me, I knew deep down she cared for him. I'm about to dig more information out of her, but just then, Nico strolls into the kitchen.

His dark hair is messy, he's bare chested in nothing but a pair of sweatpants that sit low on his hips, while the gold chains on his neck lay atop his broad chest, his eyes are somewhat dazed. He's just gotten out of bed, and the sight of him makes my stomach flutter.