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The roads turn into dead ends and alley-ways with out even a slight warning sign. I can't figure out my way around the foreign city and gps is really no help at the moment.

"No, you were supposed to turn up there— here! Turn here," Hutton belched in my ear...well, he might as well have been belching cus I can't understand a thing he says half of the time. Big ogre.

Ok, now I'm on track. I think I can figure out the location. Now the tricky part is making it into the party. But, that's why we have Ceci.

Her constant groaning and rough kicks to the back of my chair, does nothing but excite me. That heinous look in her eye reminds me of Cherie. I'd love to see if they share the same shocked expressions from the consequences of disobedience. Ceci has that tight, bodacious silhouette— just the kind of girl I like. She's a tough little thing, isn't she?

I'd like to put her under control.

My lustful thoughts of what I presume to be such a naughty nanny start to unfold from the dark parts of my brain. Thoughts of she. Thoughts of me: smelling her hair, whipping it around my arm, tugging her close to me. Stripping her clothes off, listening. To her whimpers through the knotted cloth stuffed in that pretty little mouth. Before I can lose my concentration my fantasy is interrupted by the belching ogre once again.

"So, what do you plan on doing...you know, should they not agree?," Jim asks and I quickly have to take my eyes off of the road to squint at him in disbelief of his stupidity—Big. Dumb. Ogre.

"They aren't going to be given the chance to not agree. Either they do or.....," I pick up the gun from the side of my seat, pointing it to his face, I can almost see his entire expression turn to one of utter horror when I pretend to pull the trigger, "Another one bites the dust..."

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I really don't see what the big deal is! We all stood in for Christmas Eve, dressed to the nines down to the manicures, but it's past midnight and now I can't even change into something comfortable. The girls practically screeched in my face when I asked one of them to help me out of my dress.

"I think," I take a deep breath, feeling a bit woozy with the head rush I get standing up so quickly. "I think— I'm better off going to bed or at least taking this dress off...,"

I sit back down on the edge of the couch. My head is spinning; My stomach twirling. I don't know how many bottles of wine we went through in such a short amount of time.

"We're going up for drinks! There's no time to change, the guys are probably off their tits by now!," Anita explained, her eyes darting back and to Rose who was still texting away on her phone.

"Nevermind her. Let's just go on up then, the four of us. Cher, Fred said he's coming down to get you," Rose nods her head at the girls who all have tight, suspicious smiles on their faces as they get up to leave the room.

"Pffft. Down to get me? What am I, twelve?"

"I don't know, but that eye roll kinda makes it seem like it," Kash giggles, blowing me a smooch while she walks out the door.

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"Well don't the bunch of you look absolutely lovely tonight?,"

"We know," Kash answers, pushing her hair away from her face with a smile as the four of them head up the stairs.

Walking into the hotel suite, I see Cherie standing in front of the large glass window. The low volume of the record player spinning Christmas music through the air makes her body sway along to the tunes. I stand back a while, just watching her figure in the dim lighting.

She's already slipped out of her dress. The only garments left on her is the tightly cinched corset and almost undetectable thin-strapped thong that's flossed between her round cheeks.

She looks absolutely irresistible and I have half the mind to tear all her clothes off and have her here and now. But, I've a whole audience waiting on the roof, months of planning and hired help, too.

Placing my tux down to hang neatly off of the closest chair, I take my strides slowly walking into the warm light of the crackling fireplace. "Come to get me, have you?"

She giggles lightly, her back still turned to me as she keeps her stress away to the music. Her hair has grown longer than it's been in years, almost the same way as when we met. Though she's a lot slimmer in figure now, she's still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

"A bit chilly by that window, aren't you darling?," Walking over to the record player, I change the album that's started to wind down. Her tranquility is soaking into me as I stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, placing my chin on her shoulder.

"Not when I have you here to heat me up," I can hear her smile through her words as she turns her head with a sweet little kiss to my temple.

We sway together silently a moment or two, but who's counting? I start to whisper the familiar tune that plays, letting my lips tremble against her neck, humming deeply to send my vibrations through to her.

"Marry me?," I whisper in her ear, watching as it rises with her smile. She turns around to face me, the cutest smirk on her face, her eyes shining brightly.

"We're already married, ya goof," Her smile is as radiant as ever, she pushes my shoulder back with a scoff. Her eyes meet mine and I feel like I'm trapped in a spell. A daze. A whirl of love that keeps me whole, that feels like home. A secret bliss that I never want to part from.

"Again. Marry me again. Now, here, with our babies to witness and our friends and family— please, let's do it all over again.,"

Her lips purse, her eyebrows arch and I get the feeling that she'll reject the idea. So I keep on rambling.

"We've had each other for what seems like lifetimes. You and me— we've both thought we'd lost one another too many times to be sane. I want to make our souls collide forever, so no matter what happens here and now in this life time, you and I will always be.," Taking a breath, I bend down to kiss her knuckles and then her wedding ring.

"I promise to get you an even bigger one! So, whatdya say?," Squeezing her hand in mine, I wait for her answer. She stands quietly, just teasing me as she peers up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought.

"Of course I'd marry you over and over again, amor. Why didn't you just say so in the first place!," Her hands slide up my chest, she cups the sides of my face and pulls me into her love.

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I don't know what time it is. I don't know what day. I can't even be sure if this is the right place!

My minds a scattered mess as I'm unwrapped from my binds in preparation for the party. I'm to be in and out. Those are the instructions. My brain is screaming at me! Omg thing to figure a way out of this, but my heart is breaking. I can't find a clear path no matter which way I switch the scenarios.

"This better not be a trick, bitch," His spit flies in my face as he grits his teeth to hush his demands when the sliding door of the van is held open for me.

Jim lends his hand to help me out. His eyes aren't as dark and menacing as Jimmys. I think I can see his regret, but— no. You know what, fuck this shit.

Fuck him! Fuck him! I shouldn't even be here! They shouldn't even be here!

I push his hand away roughly, keeping my mouth shut but my eyes burning with fire. "Watch your attitude,"

Jimmy roughly grips my arms, pulling me to walk beside him as we stroll through the parking lot. A click of metal sharpens my ears and I look down to see the glint of it shining from the street lights. He presses it discreetly against my rib cage, underneath my overcoat.

With Jim following close behind, we make it into the elevator alone. "Good. I don't think anyone they know was in the lobby to spot us. I could be wrong though, Jim? Speak."

"No.," Jim says gruffly as he shifts his weight from one side to the other, his eyes solely focused on each level that lights up as we pass. "No one was down there. We're fine.."

As the lift rises as does my heart rate. I feel the adrenaline pumping through me, accelerating the fear.

How can I stop this?!

How can I warn them?!

What can I do!!?

*bing*

"Make sure the coast is clear!," Jimmy hisses as he shoves me forward through the opened doors of the elevator.

I stumble in my heels into the hallway. There's only one door up here, we've reached the presidential suit. My eyes bug out and I want to get the attention of the woman near the staircase, talking on the phone, spilling her drink all over the hallway carpet.

"Hahahahaha! Yes! That's what I told her! I told her that her husband was a lying sack of shit! I can't believe he made you think he was divorced. He was shocked and scared to see me show up with Robbie. They all were!"

I want to scream. To yell at her. Whoever she is. To ask for help! Anything!

"Well, She's nobody.,"

I can't even stop him before he acts! I can't even let my terrified scream be hear aloud. When the bullet hits her, Jim covers my mouth to stop my yells.

"And this is only the beginning.," Jimmy cackles as he makes his way to the door of the hotel suit, locking the door wide open while I use all my fight to get out of Jim's arms. He pulls me along with him into the room, shutting the door behind him.

"What the fuck did you do that for!?," Jim hollers as soon as the door is closed. "Don't you think somebody heard that! Now your whole plans gone to shit and for what?!," Jim continues to pace the room fuming as Jimmy ignores him and walks around making sure there's nobody around.

"My plan is fine...," His tone is chilling. Ice cold as the blood that runs through this maniacs brain as he speaks slowly, like a calculated killer.

"Ceci...love, go clean yourself up. You're due to make an appearance...."

I have no choice but to obey his will. His instructions are clear. I must be a frightful mess. But who wouldn't be hysterical right now!? I just witnessed the shooting of an innocent young girl. She was laughing one second, and the next— gone.

That could be me. I could be next.