Aviwe's POV
I drive to my house with a heavy heart.
I get to my house and run up to my room. I open my wardrobe and find some of her clothes neatly placed with mine.
I head downstairs, to the bar for a shot. I sit there and watch videos of us, drowning my sorrow. I go upstairs and try to find some work to do but I still can't take my mind off of Thando.
I love her, always have. Am I really letting our parents get between us and our happiness? I can't allow this to happen.
After a few hours, I make a phone call to a friend of mine.
Me: ah Jeff.
Jeff: yeah wassup?
Me: I need a favour, prepare my jet for me.
Jeff: going somewhere?
Me: yeah, with the love of my life.
Jeff: alright man, I'll get everything ready for you and the jet as well.
Me: thanks man.
Jeff: anytime.
I end the call and head to my wardrobe where I pull out a few suitcases and pack all of Thando's clothes and a few of mine. I then make another important call...
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my gangster fantasies.
RomanceDISCLAIMER: NONE OF THE PICTURES USED BELONG TO ME. coming from a good home, yet she's obsessed with finding a gangster lover. maybe a happy ending exists in the gangster world, maybe just dirty money and death. with a determination to find her "o...
