The room fell into a suffocating silence, the kind that presses against your skin and wraps around your throat. I flinched as Gift's girlfriend screamed, her voice piercing through the still air. My gaze dropped to the gun in my trembling hands, and then lifted to her, clutching her bloodied face. Her white gown was streaked with crimson, a grotesque contrast.
How did I get here?
The memory struck without warning Tommy abandoning me in Nix's apartment, the three maids entering the room in a perfect line, each carrying a sleek black box.
"Master asked us to prepare you for dinner," one announced. Before I could respond, another was already tugging at my jacket.
"Hey, hold on." I jerked back, uncomfortable with the idea of undressing before strangers.
"Madam, please, let us do our work."
"Then do it in a proper place..not the sitting room," I snapped.
Without a word, they guided me down the hall, moving like a single, disciplined unit. With a reluctant sigh, I followed.
