chapter - 8

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃

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Tup

I opened the bottle of vodka I was saving for someday special.

My definition of special is a mystery to me too. I never thought about what kind of special day I will open it, maybe my birthday or perhaps my wedding.

Never in a million years, I could've imagined that I will open it to celebrate my last days.

When I came home a message popped up on my phone it was from Brandon, it read.

I think they are following me.

Who are they nobody knows, he left Italy the next day boss told us about that drive.

Now anyone is missing. I don't know where Brandon is he is not answering my texts, no one has heard anything from Mr. Salvatore. Nothing.

I just hope that they didn't find him so soon. I don't want to leave this place before the wedding. I can't I made a promise. But I don't want to die either.

I took another sip from vodka the spicy liquid burning my tongue with exquisite delicacy. I signed and decided to decide for myself. I opened my laptop to buy myse