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I cock up a brow though I know he can't see me. "You say the weirdest shit, Enzo," Silas dramatically gags on the other line. "I'm calling to see if you still intend to make it tonight." Of course, the Northern Sin. I look down at my watch and see it's already past 7 pm. The Northern Sin is the only club The Black Rose officially owns. It's licensed and shit. Only, behind the scenes, the majority of our business takes place there. Especially the drugs. We have filthy rich regular customers, competitors, and enemies fill the tables and dance floors every night.

"Are you serious?" She nodded and the saleslady, who earlier was elated was now annoyed at Ligaya. She just lost a big earn because of Ligaya's strangeness. And so Ligaya and V proceeded to the men's section where clothes of her taste were located. There, she immediately spotted a black V-neck and a navy blue rounded-neck

A quick glance at my clock showed me it was a little past midnight, and it looked to me like she was from somewhere, no one stayed in school till after midnight and comes back looking so disheveled. She was tan and even though it was dark and her features were concealed by all that make up, it was obvious that she was beautiful. She wore jeans shorts that left all of her thighs exposed, and a black crop top paired with a rather pretty chocker necklace. She had boots on, ones she was quickly getting off her feet.

Trying to hold up the pieces of us we can’t carry ourselves. But now, it’s time to say goodbye to Citra. Moonrise is an hour away, and Naomi’s helping me dress. Slade is with Jamal, getting him ready in Finn’s room. “I thought you could wear the purple dress,” Naomi says gently as I walk in wearing a robe. “It was Citra’s favorite.” She’s already dressed in lavender—the same dress she wore to Citra’s last birthday. That detail twists something sharp in my chest. I nod and go into the bathroom to change. I don’t trust my voice.

“I haven't too. Infact, I didn't even know they existed, I only know of red roses. Call David, ask him to check Almond city's digital map for popular gardens and florists in the city. I want more info on the white rose.“ Jones replied. “Okay boss, I didn't know you had interests in ornamental knowledge.“ “Listen Maria, from the killer's perspective, the idea of the white rose shows that they're trying to reveal the purpose of the murder, project their identity or even show the world there's some sort of emotion attached to it. Anything coloured white is usually a representation of peace but in this case I guess it's not so.“ Jones said. “As much as I support your theories but these are prett