Run & Hide ☠ Sequel

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My gaze moved onto the couple behind. A tall fair-skinned women with short raven black hair walked with her chin held up, her piercing green eyes staring straight ahead through her mask as an aura of intimidation surrounded her, as if challenging anyone and everyone to come at her. Ebony A.K.A Scylla. A black velvet dress hugged her slim body, baring her sharp collarbones and shoulders as she walked in with her arm curled around another man's arm. Ji-yong A.K.A Hydra .The Korean man was shorter, dressed in a sharp all black tux with a detailed mask covering his face.

As my eyes moved onto the next couple, my jaw dropped, breath hitching my throat at the sight of the beautiful woman whom I still very much so loved. Words couldn't describe how incredibly stunning Scarlett looked tonight. Her dress didn't follow the theme, yet it didn't matter because she literally stole the show. Her slim body adorned a dusty pink dress, almost a nude color; a detailed corset hugged her midriff, accentuating her cleavage while the rest of her dress flowed freely. The sparkly sheer bottom part of the dress billowed out as she walked with confidence, her tanned legs breaking through the slits of her dress.

A creamy white and gold mask covered her face, only revealing her big brown eyes and nude pink lips. Her dark chocolate hair, which now had caramel highlights, flowed down her bare back in soft curls. I felt my heart swell up at the sight of her, admiring how incredibly beautiful she looked tonight, but as soon as my eyes trailed over to her hand that grasped the bicep of another man, my jaw clenched and eyes narrowed.

The man whom smiled down at her, looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't pinpoint where I had seen him before. His chocolate colored hair was styled up into a quiff, his leafy green eyes again reminding me of someone I had seen before as they gazed down at my girl. His plump pink lips curled into a smirk as he ducked down for Scarlett to whisper in his ear, a chuckle leaving his lips as he pulled away. My jaw clenched once again, fingers gripping the stone railing hard as I narrowed my eyes at him, remembering his name from the pictures I saw yesterday when we were studying the team members of αήττητος. Donovan A.K.A Chimaera

"She looks gorgeous," Vicky spoke up quietly from next to me, her lips parting as we both stared down at the crowd.

"She does," I murmured lowly, feeling a little overwhelmed by just seeing her there, looking healthy and alive after pretty much falling off a goddamn cliff into a river full of bull sharks.

My eyes took a glance at Vicky, gazing at the divine gold sequence gown that hugged her body and matched her hair. She turned to look at me, a smile curving into her lips before she spoke.

"We'll get her back, Harry," she told me quietly, her words making me nod silently before sighing harshly when that man caught my eye again.

"I'm gonna kill that guy," I grunted, watching how Donovan's hand slid down Scarlett's naked back, resting on the small of her back. Vicky chuckled at my words, her hand coming up to squeeze my shoulder.

"Not tonight," she reminded me, before the man who came in walking behind Scarlett and Donovan caught her eye. "That's Sami," she whispered, her big blue eyes following the Arab kid who walked in dressed in a dashing suit consisting of a white jacket and black pants.

"No fooling around, Vicky," I warned her playfully, making her roll her eyes at me, smacking my bicep. "Spencer will be upset."

"Shut up," she groaned lightly, making me chuckle before I jutted my elbow out, a smile curving into my lips.

A soft grin dipped into her lips, her delicate fingers curling around my bicep as she held up her masquerade mask, concealing her face before we began to walk towards the stairs. As we descended the stairs, The Comet gathered on the balcony, a group of about five people, three women and two men, dressed lavishly as they stood and conversed for a second. They all took glasses of champagne, the leader of the board, a biracial woman holding up her glass as a signal for the chatter to lessen.