𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙮

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   NO BODY, NO CRIME—   scar didn’t know what to expect when she walked in to the house. she knew it had to be something bad the way their voice shook over the phone. the urgency laced in their words told her not to ask questions. she knew better by now not to ask questions. when she walked in to the kitchen, she gasped. blood pooled around the body and handprints were scattered on the cabinets. it was a crime scene. she had seen so many crime scenes, scraped up brain matter, mopped up blood, but it was always a stranger. never someone she knew. it was like a punch to the gut. paint chipped nails cover her mouth, stopping her from making a sound. for once in her life she didn’t have any snarky comments to offer. dark hues flicker to the killer’s face and she can see the concern written all over. scar knew what she had to do: be brave and clean up. “listen,” she started to cross the kitchen with her hands out in front of her for defense. “i’ve cleaned up enough houses to know how to cover up a scene.” she reaches out to grab their shoulders. scar needed them to look them in the eye. “no body, no crime— do you hear me?”

     THEY ALWAYS MET AT 11:30 P.M. every thursday night at the same hotel outside of town in the same room. it was on the top floor with the best view. billy wanted to make their limited time together worth it. usually, their time was spent in bed tangled in silk sheets. tonight was different — tonight they had to talk. something they didn’t do often. “one of your father’s goons has been following me,” he starts. “i had to have one of my men get him off my trail so i could come tonight. you’re probably being followed, too.”

    SLOWLY, LULU BREATHES OUT, A CLOUD  of smoke pooling out of parted red petals. the feeling flooding her chest made her feel euphoric. it was like all the stress stopped weighing her down. her limbs felt heavy; she should always feel this way, she thought. passing the joint back, her head falls back against the shelf of books. sure, the smoke may stain the pages and linger there for weeks to come, but her parents never entered the abandoned library. “my dad’s probably going to send someone to look for me soon,” she started. “how long do you think it’ll take for them to find us back here?”

     THE WOMAN IS DRAPED ACROSS HIM  like beautiful, smooth silk entangled in his arms. heavy hooded lids look down on her as the dramatic scene unfolds. rico is familiar with dramatic. he’s worked with dramatic people all his life — artistic, deep people with stories to tell and talents to be shown off. she, however, is standing out among all of his previous lovers. her words ring in his ears. “you HATE me?” thick brows furrow, a hand resting on the back of her head to guide her to look up. for a moment he considers if he hates her as much as she says she hates him. “you hate me, but you’re  h e r e . ”