Page 87 of Taming Dahlia


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I knew that they could do it!

In retrospect, the plan had been easy enough.

Find a woman — already dead, preferably — that looked similar enough to me and bring her dead body to the Don as a confirmation of my death. Since he had only seen me that one time a few months ago, I doubted that he’d be able to recognize that it wasn’t my face that he was looking at.

Turns out that I was right and the plan worked out perfectly!

“Settle down, kids. It’s still not over yet,” Jack reprimanded us, but he was smiling too.

I grinned at him. “The most difficult part is over; the rest should be easy.”

I let go of Ace and slung the small rucksack that King gave me over my shoulders.

“Here is your passport and ID, and a little extra cash too, just in case.”

I knew that it was probably for the best I didn’t look inside and see whata little extrameant to them.

I breathed out a sigh of relief.

So this was it then.

It was time to say our goodbyes.

King came up to me and gave me a kiss on the forehead. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

I nodded.

He stepped back and Ace hugged me tightly against his chest. “I’m going to miss you, Blondie.”

I hid my face in the crook of his neck. “‘I’m gonna miss you, too.”

He had no idea just how much.

Ace let go of me and I turned to Jack.

He looked slightly awkward as he offered me his hand for a handshake. “Take care, I guess. Try not to die.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Oh come here, you.”

I pulled him in for a hug, and he instantly melted against me and squeezed me back just as tightly.

All in all, it was all very emotional.

Little did they know that this wouldn’t be the last time we ever saw each other. Not if I had anything to say about that.

I looked at them again, trying to carve out their faces into my memory.

“Who knows, maybe our paths will cross again.”

“Maybe,” Ace said, but I could see that neither of them believed that.

Back in the library, beneath the book they had gifted me, lay a letter addressed to them. I planned to come back for my book.

I just hoped that they wouldn’t be too angry at me for not doing it face-to-face, but I knew it would be easier this way.

If they asked me to stay, I wasn’t sure that I’d be able to say no to them.

But I needed to leave for a while — in part for my safety, and in a bigger part for the piece of my mind. I needed to be away for a while, so I could gather my thoughts about everything.

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