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a mistake; an accidental wrong action or a false statement.
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? While your at it, keep it low. Wouldn't want anyone hear...
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"Do you guys know where Melissa is?" Leo asked leaning forward in his seat.
I took a gulp of the hot coffee warming my hands, I looked to my side and I caught Valentino's eyes looking at me expecting a answer. I mean, everyone was staring at me...
"What?" I asked looking at all of them. I placed the coffee of the coffee table in the of the leather beige couches.
"You were the last one to be with her." Kai stated making me look at him with an annoyed glance. His lip slightly twitched making me persue my lips.
"I don't know." I said shrugging, standing up I walked to the kitchen and dumped the coffee in the sink suddenly losing the desire of it.
"You don't know?" Valentino asked coming beside me as he trapped me with his arm to the marble counter.
"Isn't that what I said?" I retorted slightly frustrated as I pushed him away. If im being honest she was supposed to be in the car just like I told her and since the other day she hasn't appeared, im not complaining but it seems like the others just noticed now.
Just as Kai opened his mouth to speak but Ricardo strutted in the kitchen with his black coal hair slicked back with gel. He had papers in his hand as he gripped them tightly.
He rose his head and looked at the four of us and he rose an eyebrow when he saw my hand on Valentino's chest. I pressed my lips together as I dropped my hand.
"Come here." He stated and I furrowed my eyebrows as I walked to him. He showed me a little note but big enough to be noticeable. The letter seemed worn out with dirt stained on it and on the top corner some kind of small splatter was on it.
It looked dark red and dried...
The glint of a knife The rash of a rope The handprints around a neck A silver bullet a added one wouldnt hurt Would it?
I looked at Mr. Romero with furrowed eyebrows, "What is this?"
He sighed, "It was found on the body of one of my guards around the perimeter."
Valentino walked over grabbing the letter as his eyes hovered over it moving as he reread the letter, over and over again.
Thoughts swarmed over my head as I thought about what this could mean.
A added one wouldn't hurt
The only person here who was shot is Melissa, and apparently a added one wouldn't hurt.
"Melissa, they have Melissa." I groaned out throwing up my hands in the air, great another problem on the list.
"I was thinking the exact same thing." Valentino sighed running a hand through his hair.
