Twenty Eight

Bianca looks different. Her hair is tied in a ponytail and she's in black leather pants and jacket. She has black boots. She looks badass. She looks like a cold assassin and that makes me wonder, was she prepared for this night? Did she know this would happen. 

She moves infront of Sydney and crouches then grips his chin. That action makes me angry for some reason. 

"If it isn't my fiance with his pregnant slut." Bianca looks into Sydney's eyes with a mocking glare. Sydney maintains eye contact without any movement. "Where were you two running off to?" Neither one of us speaks. 

I hid one grenade in my dress pocket. Reaching it would be a big risk. Oh God, I feel so useless. I look around and see it's only the six men I saw earlier. I look at the 9mm guns Sydney placed down but Bianca's shrill voice interrupts me. "Whatever you're planning Isabella Styles will never succeed." She taunts me. I look at her a