Jacqueline
Paying Dominico a visit at his club house was on my list of what to do today, but these f*****g assholes refused to let me leave the estate. According to them, it’s an order from their boss. He instructed that I’m not allowed to leave the house; although I understand he’s doing that for my safety, I can’t help but feel caged.
Scrolling through the numbers in my contact list, I stopped at Mckenzie, my hairstylist, dialed her number and placed the phone to my ear. She picked instantly. “I want you to come over Asap and fix my hair. I want to have my hair dye washed off.”
“Okay ma’am, I’ll be there in a jiffy.”
Disconnecting the call, I walked into the bathroom, stared at myself in the mirror and prepared my soul for what I’m about to do. I removed the brown contact lenses, fr
