BILLIONAIRE'S DAUGHTER GOES MISSINGDalia Gates, daughter of millionaire Andre Gates and fashion coordinator Emily Clark Gates was reported missing by classmate and best friend, Violet Bailey. According to Violet, her friend had not shown up for her school's annual picnic party a week ago."She was excited to come. She never missed events like this. Ever. Help me find my best friend," Violet said during her interview yesterday with CNN news.Upon further investigation, the last text conversation between Violet and Bailey shows that the teenager had indeed promised to go for the party. She said and I quote "If I miss this party, I'm surely dead lol." Police together with the billionaire search for little Dalia.I looked at the article, emotionless and unflinching. I scrolled, looking at all the other little articles, most of them focusing on Violet and my father who funded for my search. I scoffed at that. He was the one who sold me in the first place. I reached the last article and I
A girl can only pretend to admire herself in the mirror for so long. I was wasting time here. The woman from before had been browsing through a section of clothes that honestly were two sizes too small for her. I'd been watching her because she was my only way out of this store. All she had to do was try to leave. I grumbled angrily and decided to stuff a floral shirt in my denim jacket. It may be useful. I sighed as I looked through the racks, constantly looking at the woman. Like my thoughts commanded her to, she made her way to the exit. I quickly made my way to the other one. The woman smiled at the cashier at the door before walking out of the threshold. Alarms blared to life because of the scarf in her bag. While everyone's attention was on her, I walked out of the back entrance. I didn't feel the least bit sorry for the woman as I walked around the mall. I had to get to Santa Pores as fast as I could. Vittore was definitely already on the search for me. Getting out of the mal
I got up from my position on the ground while rubbing my neck. Vittore stood emotionless beside me and I really didn't want him to kill the dumb chicken man. I wasn't in the mood to have blood on me. I'd just gotten out of the "safe house" for God's sake! A forced a smile on my face. I was so going to regret this. "Hi there. I'm sorry. There's nothin' goin' on here," I said in a southern accent. "You sure?" the chicken man asked. "Yeah of course. My boyfriend here just gets a little bit... kinky," I said with a shy smile as I moved closer to Vittore, putting my palm on his chest. Vittore wrapped an arm around my waist and I was shocked for a second. Just a second. "I'm so sorry you caught us like that.""Uhhh... it's cool," the chicken man said kicking the ground. Great kid. Now leave. "If you don't mind, I'm going to finish what I started," Vittore said with a very impressive American accent. He moved his hand from my waist to my shoulders and turned around, walking us to where
Unknown POVI was in my office, sitting in my chair, my back to my desk, facing the window in front of me. It gave me a good view of the city below. The early morning sun shone through the clear glass, some of its warmth reaching me where I sat. I twirled the feather ring on my left hand middle finger and waited for my next appointment to come in. There was a rhythmic knock on my door."Enter," I commanded my voice strong and cold. The door opened and the sound of heels moving to where I sat graced my ears. "Sir, you have an appointment with Mr. Skye at 3. Do you want me to arrange a limo now?" my assistant asked from behind me. I turned in my chair to face her. She was pretty. Blonde hair in a tight bun, bright green eyes, a figure to kill for and she knew it. She was dressed in a short black pencil skirt and a white shirt with the top buttons undone, showcasing her black lace bra and a wonderful cleavage. She held an ipad in her hands as she looked at me expectantly, waiting for
Vittore dragged me around the house to what looked like a board room. I could see plans on the walls and a huge black desk that Alexa was using as a screen. Cool.Everyone in the room looked at Vittore and I in surprise and intrigue when we entered. Alexa's expression though became murderous. I was sure to give her a wink though. She didn't phase me. Her eyes widened and her cheeks turned red as she glared at me.Vittore set me down at the back of the room. "Someone get me noice cancelling headphones," He commanded and a red pair where put in his hands not a second later.He put them over my ears as I glared at him. After that, he turned and started addressing the other people in the room. I counted six and they all had their backs to me so I couldn't read their lips. Instead, I begun to untie my ropes.The rough fibre rubbed against my brown skin painfully but I wasn't about to give up anytime soon. It took quite a while but I managed to slip one hand out of the rope and hte other wa
I lazily flipped the page of the Vogue magazine I was reading."Are you listening?" Carter, the blonde asked."Totally," I responded looking up at him and flipping another page.We were in a hotel not far from the casino and I was getting tired of being here. The place had an annoying white and gold theme going on and even though everything was beyond luxurious, I hated it.I sat at the white table with gold legs and even golder chairs if that was possible. The place was hurting my eyes. Erik, the new hacker Maddox talked about, was stationed near me, typing away at his computer with marvel themed stickers. He was a scrawny 16 year old who I didn't think much of until he easily got us the video we wanted."Where's Peyton and Lily?" I asked, tired of being in this room. I wanted to get out."Lily is working on making Peyton look like Esmee. They should be done in a few and be here to get you ready," Felix answered for me where he was lying on the white couch, his face covered with a bl
"This one?""No. Too slutty.""Ok. This one?""No too innocent.""Fine. This one?""Um.... no," I said looking at the dress with a feather-like trail. Lily had finished my make-up and brought a rack with different dresses into the bathroom."Well what do you want? You've refused almost all of them," Lily said clearly frustrated. I rolled my eyes at her. The dress was important. It was the first thing Elliot was going to notice so it had to be good. I went over to the rack and looked through the dresses, one by one."I need something that shows my body but not in a way to make it obvious. Something that portrays innocence but also sexiness," I mumbled."Well how in the hell are we supposed to find that?" Lily asked with a roll of her eyes."Ciara, Elliot's ex wife wore silk a lot so that's a no no. I hate feathers, sparkles, beads and really anything that brings too much attention to the dress," I said. "I think it's best we went with lace.""Lace?" Lily asked from behind me."Yeah," I
Alexa walked away from us, already on her way to butter up Vittore. I scoffed looking back at the plans like everyone else. Carter continued to explain the details of the plan as we overheard Vittore and Alexa's conversation in the halls."What are you doing here Alexa?" I heard Vittore ask rudely."I just dropped off some of the weapons that the others needed," she lied in a serious tone."I'm sure they're thankful so you can leave," Vittore grumbled."Why doesn't he fire her?" I asked to myself. "Or kill her and do us all a favour.""He can't. Alexa is a really big gang lord," Maddox said surprising me."You're lying. Her," I asked pointing in Alexa's general direction."Yeah. Alexa Eva Maria Valenzuela, head of The Kings," Felix said. I knew The Kings. They were a big gang and operated around most parts of the world."So if Vittore kills her...""The mafia loses a lot of money and men fighting The Kings. They can be defeated but what's the point of taking the risk and having to bui