Drey's POV
I knew she'd be the death of me yet I couldn't resist. There was something about Jessa that drew you to her.

And that's how I ended up here, chained, head facing the ground as I watched two felt clothed in expensive looking shoes walk up to me. The man had the stench of death and blood around him.

"Where is the girl?" A cold stern voice asked. I spat blood on his shoes as an act of defiance. Childish? Yeah I know. But I was going to die tonight and I wasn't going down quietly.

"One task...one simple task and you failed me. I had faith in you boy. I'm disappointed."

"I don't fucking care okay, I tried my goddamn best to keep an eyes on your fucking slut but she escaped because you got her Asian friend executed." I yelled at him.

I saw his hand move but alas I couldn't of a thing. Pain was all I felt, my vision blurring. He'd hit me.

"Fuck!"

"You have been weighed in the balance and have been found wanting."

"What t- the fuck does that even-" Before I could finis speaking blood filled up my mouth, the sound of gunshots registering in my brain. They let go as I fell to the ground.

I took on last glimpse at the moon, my breath slowly leaving me. Then it went black.

"Clean up the mess...and someone find the girl! Now!" A voice screamed.

Jessa's POV
Alec didn't come home that night. Or the night after. After three days i decided I wouldn't wait for him. Here I stood all dressed up in front of a mirror wondering if I'd make a good first impression or not.

At that moment I wished I had a friend, someone to fight with over petty stuff, one to tell me I have a horrible fashion sense and demand I wear what she'd pick, one to be there for and have be there for me.
Aaliyah had been all that and more but as usual, I ruined what we had. All I had was a pep talk from myself to myself. Pathetic, I know.

"I look so stupid." Before I could being to actively hate on myself anymore, the car honk from downstairs caught my attention.

Thomas!

I groaned my bag, rushed down the stairs taking them two at a time. I already didn't feel okay having a driver much less making him wait.

"Morning Thomas!" I yelled enthusiastically, getting into the car. I was excited at the prospect of getting a new job. The sun shone brightly in the blue azure skies giving me a sense of hope for some weird reason. The day looked beautiful.

"Good morning ma'am." He responded before turning the key. During the car ride to the café, my feet wouldn't stop bouncing. Feeling a combination of nervousness and excitement the only way I can help you relate is this: I was high.

"Ma'am...we're here." Thomas said. I'd been so caught up in my thought that I hadn't realized we'd arrived.
"Chocolate Lounge" the huge sign on top of the building spelt. The bakery was huge. Through the glass windows I could see lots of people walking in and out, carrying bags and boxes.

You could tell the place was a big hit meaning only highly qualified people could even dream about getting a job there. That just made nausea twist in my gut.

A sickly feeling descended on me like a plague. Glancing at the elegant and sophisticated looking people, I tried to identify my competition. It dawned on me how slim my chances were.

I certainly was not educated. For fuck's sake I'd barely made it out of high school. I didn't know the names of all the sophisticated dishes and I haven't even seen how they were made. All I knew were the basics.

"Ma'am...a word of advice?" Thomas offered, a kind smile on his face. I nodded hoping he'd bless me with some wise words that would make all my worries go away.

"Just go in there, do your best and leave the rest to God. You know you've got this. Alright?" I nodded skeptically. I wasn't really religious so theFid factor was kinda unfamiliar.
"Thank you Thomas. I'll let you know when I'm done." I responded then hurried out of the car.

The scent of jasmine drifted to my nose as I approached the baby blue building. Jasmines has been planted all around the entrance giving the place a warm feeling.

I walked into the pathway, my feet trembling as I cursed myself for wearing heels instead of flats.
"Dear God, Allah, whoever's up there...please don't let me fuck this up..please, please, please." I pushed the heavy glass die and walked inside.

The large room smelt of coffee, strawberry, chocolate..any flavor you could think of. My stomach grumbled in response. I had a bad feeling I'd pick at the interview so I'd taken extra precaution. I hadn't eaten in two days.

Stop lying to yourself. You can't eat because you miss Alec.
My subconscious argued.

I bumped into people as I tried to make my way to the counter while simultaneously scoping out my new environment.

"Excuse me...sorry..ex- excuse me.." No matter how hard I shoved, they just would t move. It felt like the crowd was closing in on me. My heart began to beat faster as my breathing became more erratic.

It felt like I was getting caved in, my throat closed up as I struggled to breathe. I tried practicing my breathing exercises but nothing was working.

Hot tears filled my eyes as I struggled to control myself, desperate to not make a scene, to not draw any attention to myself.

"One...two...three...f- four...f-" I lost control of my body as I felt myself drop to the floor. I heard footsteps rush towards me, then everything went black.

Millie's POV
I walked in the market trying to blend in with the locals, desperate to disappear. It was hot, the Californian sun at its peak, mercilessly beating us with its rays.

I knew he was following me. I don't even know how or when this happened but it was like I'd developed a sixth sense. It was automatic, like an instinct, something ingrained in the very core of my being.

The minute he was in my orbit, I could sense him, my nerves going haywire. Whenever we got close it was like static electricity between us. Well I believed it was between us...in fact a part of me hoped it was.

But then again Id read way too many romantic novels and it was all probably in my head. Cece's telenovelas weren't helping my case either.

Damien Carter. My fucking Achilles' heel.

I chaired in through the crowd, desperate market women grabbing me, trying to get me to look at their fabrics and jewelry. This was the poor part of LA. Here, life was hard. People had to fight tooth and nail to survive.

For me, it was where I had hope. Hope that I find out who I was or at least a clue. Something at all....anything. I'd put all my eggs in one basket. I was that desperate.

I couldn't handle feeling so lost..like I had no identity..no place to belong. My hair began sticking to my skin as sweat broke out on my skin. Why was he even following me? How long had he been following me? What was he doing here?

Shouldn't he be with a model or something? Taking a curve, I broke into a sprint trying to put as much distance Beth in and I as I could. I couldn't let him find out else he'd tell Alec and I'd lose my job.

"Oh for fuck's sake." I cursed as I came to a dead end. Of course! I turned around hoping to make it back into the Main Street but there he stood, those piercing blue eyes staring at me.

A dull vibrating ache started deep in the pit of my stomach. He was dressed in a blue shirt, sweatpants and joggers. The right shirk outlined the bulk of his muscles and abs.

Sweat glistened on his skin. I fought for control as I felt a strange urge to lick it. From afar I could hear the usual hustle and bustle of the market, the pitter patter of footsteps. The sound of his voice blocked them all out.

"Why were you running from me?" He asked, placing his hands low on his hips, unconsciously raising his eyebrow. Of course I noticed.

"Why were you running after me?" I retorted. He took a steep forward, I took one back. One thing I couldn't do was trust myself around Damien. One touch and I was putty in his hands.

I couldn't afford to be weak again. I was either engaged or married. Whoever I was engaged to deserved my faithfulness. If I was engaged to him then surely I must've loved him. Right? Right?

"What are you going here?" He demanded. Wow, rude much?

"What are YOU doing here?" I rolled my eyes. He came closer.

"Stop messing with me."

"Stop coming closer."

He took fast strides toward me. I walked backward until, of course, there was a wall. Your basic cliché, huh?

"Or else what?" He whispered, the feel of his warm breath on my neck awakening sensation in my skin. He smelt strongly of sandalwood, an intoxicating scent.

"Please leave me alone."

"I can't."

"You can. You just don't want to." I said pushing him away, my palms on his chest trying hard not to grope him while ignoring the sparks.

"No, you don't understand. I can't leave you alone Mami. No matter how hard I try..I can't." He said with conviction etched in his voice. I wanted to believe him.

In fact for a minute there I almost believed him. But this isn't a movie or one of Cece's telenovelas. I let him in and I'll get my heartbroken. He'd break me.

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