It turned into something bigger,

Somewhere in the haze got a sense I've been betrayed,

Your finger on my hairpin triggers

Soldier down on that icy ground

Looked up at me with honour and truth

Broken and blue,

So I called off the troops

That was the night I nearly lost you,

I really thought I lost you.

-Taylor Swift

After saying goodnight I ran up to my room and pulled apart every single item of clothing to find the jacket he was talking about. The cold floor existed aloof and the lights were unkind as I checked each and every jacket I took to Sicily with me.

Nothing. There is nothing here.

I am relieved, he was just bluffing. All that relief dies down as my eyes catch the grey jacket I had worn to the party. I reach for it slowly. I pray that I won't find anything. Sweeping my fingers over the fabric I check every crevice until I reach the right sleeve.

A circular chip was stuck. It had a little thorn-like metal base at the bottom which helped in the attachment. I tried pulling it out but it just didn't work. All the liquor that had previously affected my central nervous system by making me woozy had now felt like it was washed out.

The tangles in my heart reached a desperate hand out to my mind. Begging me to figure something out and not break down entirely. I stood up my shaky legs felt like they were going to give up.

I grab Art's keys and the jacket before slowly making my way down the stairs. I need to get to Arthur. I call her over and over again but she never picks up. Distress engraves blood red into my senses. My feet are quick as I try not to make too much noise.

My entire being feels numb. I have done this to Arthur, I was the pathway between Enzo and Art. I was the one who unknowingly helped Enzo find Arthur's location. Maybe he found everything.

But as I get into the driver's seat of her car and turn the key in the ignition realization washes over me. Enna. This jacket was in my bag when we went to Enna.

Tears drip down my face as I zoom through the streets my shaky fingers tapping Arthur's name on my screen over and over again. The calls go through but she never picks up. I try calling Ronan but he doesn't pick up either. My mind is running a thousand kilometers per hour. I may have sobered up a little bit but the spinning of my head had not stopped.

My grip on the wheel tightened by the second as I approached Cameo. It was very late at night but there was still a queue near the entrance. I grunted before booking it for the backdoor.

As soon as I entered, I pushed past sweaty bodies and squinted trying to look past the sea of bodies to find a familiar face. None.

I tried calling Arthur again but she was not picking up. I was scared for my life but I was more scared for everyone else.

They have Nan's, Art's, and my location.

Who the fuck does she work for?

A little drug ring, right? Nothing more.

Nothing more.

But then again, what about the entire situation that happened this morning, with Jackson telling me about Mr. Carter's death?

Surely this has to be a coincidence right? This has to be a joke.

"Art," I call out as I enter the VIP lounge, but I see no one there. The entire lounge is empty.

I huff and call Arthur again as I turn around to exit but the familiar ringing catches my attention before I make my way back downstairs.

I turn around and rummage through the vanity to find her phone in the drawer. I groan my hands shaking and my lips quivering. I keep the key aside and pick it up. I see all my missed calls.

Feigning tranquil I place her phone back inside the drawer. My palms lay flat on the wood as I lean on it. My head drops down as I inhale shaky breaths. My heart is pounding but I need to collect myself.

The tracker, the parties in Sicily, Mr. Bonham's death, Enzo, the drug in my coffee, the Nate situation. Truly all of it was connected. But I was hoping it wasn't. I was hoping that maybe my year is just going bad and all this isn't connected to Art.

After composing myself I walk back downstairs and scan the crowd to see if I find a familiar face.

And I do.

A flash of red hair catches my attention. Elias. I call out his name to no avail. I push past the sea of bodies to get to him.

Elias opens a door and walks in and I follow suit after two minutes as it takes me a lot of time to even get there. My feet that which were previously hurting were not anymore.

Fuck, the keys. I forgot them in the lounge.

The door is heavy and I pull it with all my might. Finally entering inside I am met with a cold and dark hallway. No lights. I step forward, my the sound of my heels making contact with the floor bounced through the walls.

The hallway is so narrow that if I stretch my arm around my palms would meet both walls. Right as I am about to call out Elias's name I trip. What I thought was solid ground turned out to be stairs.

I turn on my phone's flashlight before making my way down. The walls are a dark grey, my blood was slowly turning into ice in my veins. I was scared to death but I continued to make my way down.

What the hell am I walking into?

"Elias," I call out, my voice shaky. When I hear no response but a soft murmur coming from the bottom of the stairs I hurry my steps. It feels as if the stairs are neverending. I'm sure I am around 2 or 3 stories underground.

When I get to the bottom of the stairs I am met with a long hallway that leads to around 20 more hallways. The hallways are very well lit and they are extremely wide.

At the end of the long hallway, I see an 'exit' sign.

"Sbrigati cazzo!" I hear an unfamiliar voice yell. Gasping I hide behind a wall and watch people pull large black crates on wheels to a certain hallway.

"Metti quelli in A73." Someone ordered, I looked at the time on my phone to see that it was around 2 AM.

Once the noise dies down I venture through the hallways to find Arthur. I see a flash of red hair and decide to walk toward it. This might be the stupidest thing I've ever done.

I enter another hallway and this one is lined with doors on both ends. Somehow I have lost the red hair.

One of the doors at the ass end of the hallway is left ajar and I decide to be a fucking dumb ass and peek in.

What I see, shocks me to my core.

A large room filled with mounts of packets of white powder. I can only guess what it is. Art, Ronan, Dain, Enzo, Elias, and the mystery guy who saved me from the drugged drink.

The blue eyes. The accent. The dark hair. Enzo's brother. Alexander.

Fucking hell.

I only thank God that the stuff coming in on rollers makes so much noise that they can't hear my heels.

"So 3 tons of cocaine have been brought in, can I trust that there would be no issue with the delivery?" Enzo's brother, Alexander asked.

What the fuck?

"Of course." Arthur nods handing Enzo a piece of paper.

"It was Carter Bonham." Art tells him and I furrow my brows taking a step closer to the door.

"I can be assured that he's been dealt with?" Alexander's eyes were now skimming over the paper that was handed to Enzo.

No, god please no.

"Yeah, he's near Rolling cove lake." She says and tears fill up my eyes. She is involved in a drug ring and she is apparently Mr. Bonham's killer.

So this is her job, she kills people? From what I know she is an orphan, she has around 4 cars, lives in the expensive end of the neighborhood, travels everywhere. Good lord.

"I'm expecting you to be in France by the end of the monsoon and fixing the issue, am I right in thinking that?" Alexander asks, Art is leaning against a wall, playing with her knife as she nods.

It just gets worse as Enzo drags a man from a corner that wasn't visible to me towards Art.

"This is who was taking the shit from Bonham and sending them off," Alexander explained, Art took a step closer to the guy.

She grinned bending down to meet his eyes, her knife in her hand still. My fingers clenched around my skirt wondering what the fuck was about to happen.

"Hey! Non dovresti essere qui!" A guy yells and my eyes widen as my knees almost give out. I stare at the end of the hallway and a short and stout man is charging toward me. I hear a body drop to the ground and all I can guess is that Arthur killed him.

Arthur Walker is a murderer.

I curse under my breath and by the time I look ahead of me the door is open wide with Enzo staring at me. A deranged grin on his face. Arthur stands behind him, her face pale. Ronan is dragging the guy by his feet and I am thankful that I didn't witness that.

"Oh look, who the angel is spending her night with." He taunts his voice full of mischief.

Enzo tsks and I try to run but he grabs me before I can. My scream pierces through the walls as his arms wrap around my waist and he pulls me inside the room.

"Fucking bastard let go of me!" I yell hitting his chest with my elbows but he doesn't let go.

Arthur Walker is a murderer.

The door closes behind us with a loud noise. I breathe heavily as Enzo takes me to his brother.

My back is pressed to Enzo's front as his grip around my waist tightens by the second. Alexander looks down at me with his eyes as mine widen. I kept my body tense so that Enzo wouldn't feel me tremble but by the way that his chest shook I knew that he knew I was scared.

"Arthur's little plaything. What's your name love?" He drags out, I grit my teeth as the tears in my eyes threaten to fall. I won't let them.

"Let her go." Art's voice is cruel. I turn my head towards her and her eyes are filled with fury.

Arthur Walker is a murderer.

"It's Marnie." Enzo's chest reverberates near my head and I want to beat the shit out of him. That is exactly what I am doing in my head.

Son of a dickhead.

"You need me and if you hurt her. You lose me. You lose my band. You lose the most important part of your ring. So, I'll say it again. Let her the fuck go." Art continues but Alexander laughs as Enzo backs off.

"Oh, but according to what we have agreed on, we both know what we have to do." His voice is deranged, filled with venom.

"I'll take it from here." Arthur rationales, her voice is thick and my heart is shivering at its coldness.

"And what will you do?" Enzo may have unwrapped his hand from my waist but now it's wrapped around my wrist. Secure.

"I'll take care of the situation." Art says tilting her head towards me. Her eyes are cold and for once I do not recognize the person in front of me.

Arthur Walker is a murderer.

Ronan is looking at me with eyes full of fear and Dain for the first time looks anything but enraged.

"Arthur." Ronan places a hand on her arm.

"You think I'm a timid little bastard? I can hold my own." Art smirks as she plays with the knife in her hand and nears me.

"Besides, I didn't know how to break up with her anyway." She chuckles shaking her head. Enzo looks at me with a shit-eating grin on his face as Ronan smirks at me.

My eyes widen as I take a step back.

"Art." My voice betrays me as it is very tremulous.

"Marnie." She taunts, I take a deep breath in. I was more confused than scared. I scanned Ro's eyes, cold, Dain's were emotionless like pools of darkness Elias' facial expression was ruthless.

Arthur Walker is a murderer.

Enzo's fingers were interlaced in front of him, his eyes squinted as he tilted his head.

I was scared for my life before I remembered, I ran track.

Woohoo!! I have an increased 0.2% chance of surviving. Stupid bitch.

"Don't even think about it." Arthur's voice was void of any emotion.

Come on Marnie, you need to hold your own.

In a split second, I book it. My hand stretches and reaches the knob twisting it as my heels make a loud noise before I take off. I hear a couple of yells behind me but I simply dodge every person that I see in my way. As I exit the hallway I halt before figuring out where to take it from here.

Arthur Walker is a murderer.

Arthur Walker is a murderer.

Arthur Walker is a murderer.

Arthur Walker is a murderer.

All my life what I have wished for, what I have wanted I have never gotten. It has always been shattered. So now, I say this a thousand times, hoping that the image would break, that it would shatter into pieces left to never recover, that maybe, just maybe Arthur wouldn't be a murderer when I open my eyes.

I have to snap back to reality.

The exit from the steps would be time-consuming. Arthur is good with steps, besides the crowd might have dissipated and would have had less of a chance to hide between people. I can't go there. So in all fashion, I take off towards the bright exit sign. I look behind me to see Art right behind me.

I was busting my ass running but she simply strode and was around 6 feet away from me.

"Come on love." Art chuckled, tears streaming down my face. Who even is she?

The loud music was booming upstairs, the remainder people were probably having fun while here I was, running as if my life depended on it. Actually, my life did depend on this.

I don't know how I have managed to run in such high heels but I do. My dress was probably flying everywhere. My heart was

Arthur Fucking Walker could ruin me someday.

The air was so humid and hot even when it was the season of autumn, my legs pushed me as I saw her chasing me down the narrow dimly lit hallway. The weapons on her made a loud noise, my tears mixed with the sweat beading on my forehead and dripping down my face.

She was going to kill me.

Oh, I wish I tried everything. Drugs, sex, illegal racing, drinking. It wouldn't have killed me, because I know she would be the one to do so.

Arthur's steps were loud and calm as if this was some joke and she wasn't chasing me down with a weapon and was going to kill me.

I was a fool. A fucking fool that I thought she was a good person.

"Come on little lamb, run faster. You can make it." She said, her voice cold and evil.

Arthur Walker is a murderer.

I could feel the blood pumping into my veins, the adrenaline rushing with it. My limbs hurt from running but I couldn't give a fuck right about now.

"Aww, look at you. You look so pretty all scared and running." I could imagine her grinning, her dark eyes cold.

A gunshot was heard behind me, my breath hitches as I flinched. A scream left my lips as my hands covered my ears. My heart skipped a beat as my feet beat on the cold floors.

"Don't stop on my account. I'm just testing this out." She chuckled flatly, I closed my eyes pushing my legs faster.

This has got to be some dream.

A sick fucking dream.

I could see the door, the large and heavy metal door that could lead to me calling for some sort of help and living. I could get to it. I could get to it. Only if she doesn't get to me first.

Why is she doing this?

The loud sound of the air vents blended in with my heartbeat racing along with the sound of carts full of cocaine being pushed into the back of this stupid place.

My warm and sweaty hand made contact with the handle of the damned door, just as I pulled it towards my body, the door squeaked and made a loud noise. A whoosh of ice-cold air rushed past me, calming me down for a second. But that was over just as quickly as her hand came up flat on the door and pushed it. Back. Her hand remained flat on the door as blood dripped down her arm and the door.

"Okay, fun's over." She clicked her tongue. My back was to hers as I closed my eyes and let the tears flow.

Arthur's hand came up to my hips as she grabbed it tightly, staining my skirt with her bloody hands. My whole body was trembling.

The knife.

I turned around abruptly taking out my knife and pressing it to her neck, but she was quicker as she pressed hers to my bare thigh. One of her hands was still on my hips as she pushed close to me.

I flinched at the cold metal pressed on my upper thigh. But my hand didn't falter. I pressed the knife against her neck harder. A drop of blood dripped down her neck and trailed to her collarbone. Slowly trailing down and traveling down the curve of her and inside her shirt.

"What did you see my angel?" She asked, her voice mocking as she stepped closer. I took a step back my back meeting the cold metal and her knife sliding higher.

"Nothing," I whispered, panting. Art leaned forward, her lips brushing mine.

Fucking hell.

"Nothing, I saw nothing." I breathed out and she grinned.

"Shit liar baby." She shook her head kissing my temple and my collarbone. Her lips lingered for more than a second.

"Please," I whispered again, she could feel my pulse on her lips as I close my eyes.

"You sound so good begging but what do I do about my orders to kill you now?" She whispered mockingly, leaning down to place her forehead on my shoulder.

"Please let me go," I said, my heart beating so fast I'm sure she could hear it.

"Ugh, I wish. It's such a shame a pretty face and heart like yours has to go to waste." She whispered, her breath hitting my neck as goosebumps appeared on my entire body.

"Fucking please," I whispered, pressing the knife against her neck harder and she tutts in response.

"I need you to listen to me, love." She chuckled, she looked deranged. Her tone was flat and her face was void of any emotions. Blood dripped down her hands.

"Fuck you." I spat through gritted teeth, my jaw was tight, tears in my eyes, and anger burning inside me.

"See, if we can't be polite then I can't let you go." She said nonchalantly, this time when she raised her head to meet my eyes. They were so emotionless that I was afraid that maybe I didn't know this person at all.

"Well, then get your knife away from me first," I said, gritting my teeth to stop my voice from wavering.

"And here I thought you liked a knife between your legs." She whispered grinning, I swallowed as I could feel the blood drip down from the cut.

Art tucked her knife away and I did the same with mine. But I never dropped it. She looked at my thigh, the blood dripping down, a stark contrast to my fair skin, and clicked her tongue.

"Pretty pretty girl." She whispered, her ring-clad bloodied hand coming up to my thigh and grabbing it softly as she smeared the blood in the shape of a heart.

"Mhmm." She hummed, I gulped as I pulled away from her. I avoided eye contact looking away. Even her fucking boots have blood on them.

"So what do we do now, Marnie?" She whispered her other hand also coming up to rest beside my head as she leaned down to meet my eyes.

"Who the fuck even are you?" I whispered shaking my head.

"Arthur Walker," She whispered grinning at me as she leaned back in.

"You're a murderer, you killed Mr. Carter, you killed that guy. Am I right in saying that you have killed many people before them?" I said pausing and her smile widened I continued.

"Yes, I am," I whispered staring at her dead in the eyes.

"I fucking hate you," I whispered and her grin dropped as she pushed her body onto mine her hands caressing my face.