FREYA
I stood in front of my dresser's mirror, in the condon I had bought after a got here. Jiel came over once in while to stay with me, but since I started infiltrating the mafia world, I told her to stay away. I didn't want to drag into this, and also, she would only become a weakness, a way to get to me - which one of the reason I didn't want anyone from Texas, coming with me.
I was walking into a war zone and in this war zone, they don't fight fair. It's a bloody dirty fight, one I'm determined to win.
I stare at myself in the mirror, running my hands over the fabric of the gown I was wearing. I looked hot in this, if I would say so myself. The gown is mid thigh long, and had a plunging neckline. The sleeves are long, ending with funnel shaped cuffs that had some shiny stuffs on
