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“You don’t want to test me daughter,” she lifts the lid from the shoebox, “you will not like the outcome. And you will wind up doing exactly what it is that I am asking of you anyway.”
Heeding her warning, I stand from the couch and reach for the garment bag. Unzipping it, I find a red dress in a similar style to the one that she is wearing. Inside the shoebox is a pair of black stilettos.
I’m never going to be able to walk in those.
Dropping my robe, I pull on the dress. My body tenses when Karyan reaches for the zipper at my back, but she merely zips the dress and hooks the clasp at the top.
“Come,” she says to me as she walks towards the door.
Grabbing the stilettos from the box, I do as I am told and follow her. My bare feed pad across the cold marble floor as she authoritatively clicks her heels down the hallway. Halfway down the hall, she turns into a room and I follow her.
“Sit,” she commands as she gestures towards a chair at the vanity, “I need you to make yourself presentable.”
As much as I do not want to listen or help her with whatever it is she is planning, I know it is in my best interests to do as she says. This woman is not a tender, loving mother looking to dote after me.
After placing the heels on the floor by the chair, I reach for the hairbrush and begin to detangle my hair. Once brushed, it lays straight and sleek over my left shoulder, the way that Renzo likes it. Fumbling through the brushes and powders, I apply a little blush and eyeshadow before sweeping on mascara.
“You always were a pretty girl,” her hand brushes along my hair.
Trying not to react to her, I bend down to slide the heels onto my feet.
“Come,” she holds her hand out to me, “It’s almost time.”
“Time for what,” I hesitantly question.
“Your father and I are making the announcement to our families.”
The announcement?
Standing in the stilettos, I find my balance before trying to keep pace with Karyan as she walks down the hallway. My inability to keep up in these heels becomes apparent when we reach the stairs. She reaches the bottom as I am still struggling to take a step at a time near the top.
The irritation is obvious on her face by the time I reach the bottom. She promptly turns and begins walking towards the door.
Fuck. More stairs and no railing.
At the bottom of the stairs is a large black SUV with completely black windows. A large man opens the rear door and Karyan climbs in. Closing her door, he reaches for my hand to help down the last few steps. I take it, only so I don’t fall, and he walks me to the other side of the car before opening the door for me as well.
Climbing into the SUV, I am happy to finally not be standing on these heels, but scared as hell about where we are going and what she has me walking into.
ChapterThirty-Six
Lorenzo
“What is your name old man,” I shift in the chair and lean towards him.
“Razmik,” he too shifts in his chair so that he is facing me, subtly letting me know that I do not scare him.
I nod my head at Sal, and he puts a bullet through the temple of the man sitting closest to him.
Turning my attention from the shot back to Razmik, “You do not appear to be afraid of me.”
“I am an old man,” he replies to me, “For the things I have done in this life, I know I am going to hell. I made peace with that a long time ago. I am not afraid to die.”
As he finishes speaking, Carlo puts a bullet through the back of a younger guy’s head, blowing out his face before his body slumps onto the table.
“But are you willing to have the blood of all of these men on your conscience?”
“Are you,” Razmik recants back at me.
