You know the drill here. The same as previous books in this series. Expect swearing, scenes that may be offensive and sexual scenes.
She wasn’t killed her mentality was.
It’s been two years since my best friend was practically killed by them monsters. He changed her and made her become his small, fragile and scared baby who couldn’t say a small word or do anything out of line. I loved her with all of my heart and when I had to help Chase save her life, I also lost the most precious best friend in the world. She was the light at the end of the dark tunnel which Chase blew out. I was mortified when he broke her down piece by piece to save her from his cousins, but there was nothing that I could do. They are higher than the police and destroy those who try to cross them. I thought he was taking care of her until I seen the tears in her eyes and the bruises on her face. I was mortified. How did I fail to see the problem directly in front of me?
They were human traffickers who destroyed every woman in their paths and unfortunately, Macie became their main target. She had a heart of gold and would do anything in her power to remove problems from everyone’s lives. She never wanted to be with Chase and he saw that as a fantastic opportunity to change her for the worst.
As I say, I sacrificed our friendship to save her life, but it all fell apart and she was killed alongside Chase. Not physically, but emotionally which made her become unstable and lost in this god forsaken place that we call the world. None of them deserved to die, even if Chase treated her badly. He had his reasons, but he went about it the wrong way.
I found out that Macie had been blamed for Chases death when I looked at a newspaper article and they had a funeral on the same day for everyone who had lost their lives that night. She didn’t do it and I know that because she sent me a personal diary showing her life story. There was security men and two children who were apart of Chases family. All of them were killed by a family who lives in Italy. That is all I know about that problem and whilst I want to talk about their funeral, it upsets me. Life is too short to fall back and focus on the past and its best if we search for our future. Macie moved abroad after a year of fighting for her innocence and when I seen her on the TV, she looked lost. She could have Stockholm syndrome in my opinion even if she said that it was only internal. It shows in her eyes and that’s more heartbreaking than anything else in my opinion.
“Silvia! Yes I’m almost there now. I’m in a taxi roughly fifteen minutes away.”
I stare outside the window blinking, snapping out of my thoughts. I’m on my way to an appointment that was booked by a Mr Banks over a week ago. I left school with qualifications in hairdressing and makeup and now I run my own business. Macie always told me to get the job that I desire and not to dwell on things too much.
Pushing my fawn straight back length hair behind my shoulder and looking at the taxi driver through my black sunglasses, I take in a deep breath. I’m not feeling too good today from the alcohol that I consumed last night. It’s safe to say that it was the worst mistake of my entire life, downing that full bottle of brandy.
“I will let Mr Banks know that you’re almost there.”
“Don’t give him details Silvia and tell Becca to go to the salon for Casey's appointment this afternoon.”
“I will boss.”
Opening my bag and throwing my mobile phone inside, I pull out my purse and take out some notes to pay the taxi driver. Today is going to be a very long day, I can just feel it.
The taxi stops and then drives again. I stare outside the window and then back at the driver, who looks irritated.
“Is everything okay?” I ask confused. He stops the car and then starts driving again unexpectedly?
He glances over his shoulder at me before nodding. Very strange man.
Stopping the taxi outside gigantic double black metallic gates, he tells me how much it will cost and I pass it to him smiling. Opening the door, I drag out my case full of make up and hairdressing tools before turning towards the gates. I jump back in freight because I didn’t notice two men standing on either side of the gate. I turn back around to hop inside the taxi when he suddenly spins his wheels and drives off leaving me behind!
“Great!” I whisper underneath my breath and turn around again smiling this time. How awkward, like what the hell am I supposed to say now?
“Hello gentlemen. Is this Mr Banks premises. I’m not sure whether my taxi dropped me off at the correct address.”
The men just stand there and hold guns in their hands. What the fuck do I do now?
Waddling over much to the image of a penguin. I stop and move my hands in front of their faces. They just stare through me. I start to get annoyed and walk away because I’m not going inside that fucked up building. There’s no chance, they can go and shove the money where the sun don’t shine. They’re creepy as fuck!
The gates start opening randomly and I carry on walking away searching over my shoulder. I don’t know if they are going to try and take me down. They give me that dark cold feeling that sends chills up the centre of my back.
“Hey Miss. Mr Banks will see you now.”
I stop abruptly and slowly twist myself around. Waving my hand in the air, I start to walk away “I’ll reschedule, it’s okay.” I smile and scurry away. One of the men start running towards me and I stand still with my back towards him.
“Really Miss. We’re sorry, we didn’t know it was you. We needed confirmation.”
I think about it for a moment and turn to smile at him. Nodding my head, I walk through the gates.
They shut behind me, banging against the frame and my heart starts to hammer inside my chest. What the hell was I thinking? I need to leave this place, like now! This place is giving me a bad vibe and I can feel a panic attack rising to the surface.
Wiping down my piniform, I take another deep breath and push my hair behind my ear. I can do this. I need a plan.
Step one, get inside
Step two, do their hair and makeup
Step three, leave as quickly as possible
All I can see is trees and a path that looks as though it will never end. I just hope that I’m not making the same mistake as my ex bestie. Please God, watch over me and make sure these people are nice because I feel as though I’ve gone and made the biggest worst decision in my entire life.
Why didn’t I follow my intuition?