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Saying goodbye to your family can be one of the hardest things a person could ever go through but Milena was not a person. Her mother had once compared her to the devil and anyone could tell you that that comparison was not far off. She owed no loyalty to anyone and would do anything within her power to profit. She watched in excitement as the judge sentenced him to life in prison for a crime he did not commit. She believed strongly that for the crimes he was responsible for, he deserved death. So life in prison serving a minimum of 15years was not bad at all. He had got off lucky and shouldn’t be appealing against the decision the judge had just made. It was as if he could feel her stare. He looked up and she greeted him with her trademark smile. He nodded and returned that smile. They both knew that he would send people after her for the ultimate betrayal. The look on her face let him know that she was not bothered in the slightest.
She exited the court house to a frenzy of journalists and the general public. Avoiding the lenses of the camera, she quietly slipped away as her father’s lawyer came out to condemn the ruling of life that his client had received for a crime he obviously did not commit. How could he be in two places at once? How had the toxicology reports appeared before the body was found? Something was obviously amiss and the lawyer believed the justice system was involved in the plot to imprison his client. The journalists asked leading questions, expecting a reaction from the wife of Larenz Mills. She said nothing and hid her emotions behind her designer sun glasses. She knew that her daughter was the devil’s seed and that she couldn’t have possibly come from her womb. It was very short. Within minutes, they had been ushered into the family’s Rolls Royce and sped off into the London night.
Milena arrived in her fancy two bedroom apartment and immediately walked over to her iPod dock to play her favourite songs to help her relax. It had been a busy and very long day and in her opinion, justice had been served. Her ‘chill out playlist’ was on shuffle and Jennifer Hudson was questioning whether it was love or not. She sang along loudly and anyone watching from afar would have said that the caption ‘sing as though no-one is watching’ was perfect at that moment in time.
She put the volume up until she couldn’t hear herself singing. It was that loud. The music needed to drown out that eerie feeling she had. Like something was wrong. But nothing could possibly be wrong because no-one knew where she lived and even if they did, the place was surrounded with members of the police and secret service until the Mills trial was officially closed. So far three people had been sentenced with a chunk of their guilty verdicts dependant on evidence she gave under oath. She was safe. She convinced herself she was safe and walked into her bathroom to have a shower. If anything, she was tired. The steaming hot water on her skin did everything to distract her from where she was. It had been a long time since she had been happy and that was her payback. For all the bullshit they had put her through, they would receive their comeuppance even if it meant her death. At least in death, she knew they were behind bars or possibly dead themselves.
Closing her eyes, she was taken back to April 2005. She shook off the memory of that faithful April’s day and concentrated on the present. After her shower, she dried herself and when her back hit the King’s size bed that had been handmade in Britain and the luxury cotton bed sheets, darkness consumed her and she sleep claimed her.
Milena woke up to a loud knocking on her door and she sighed remembering that she had an appointment with Miguel, the sexy Colombian man that worked for MI-5. She quickly grabbed whatever she could clothe herself with and walked towards the door. She looked through the peep hole just to confirm it was actually him.
“Who is it?” she questioned as she had been trained to do.
“Snakebite.” He replied.
“How old am I?” She quizzed.
“You are 21 Milena.”
She smiled at the final question she was about to ask.
“What odd tattoo have I got?”
“You’ve got a tattoo of a gun on you right bum cheek.”