Taken

We traveled with six bodyguards in heavily tinted SUV's. I was putting on a white-colored shirt buttoned up underneath with a tight black blazer, a black pencil skirt on a minimal height of black heels. My hair was swept up in a tight sleek ponytail.

"You know..you're giving him a hard time, he's still trying to cope with everything, Zavi would never apologize," Davina said.

I huffed, "You don't give up, do you?."

"I can't sit and watch like everything's alright. You're not doing great either."

I rolled my eyes and looked down, my eyes stared at the ring on my pinky finger. My mind wandered off when he gave me this ring. I ran my other hand on it unconsciously.

"See."

"Please stop. I know what I'm doing, okay? And now, I have to go to work."

I pushed the car open and walked out.

As we approached the entrance of the club, a bouncer saw us and nodded his head respectfully. His eyes were fixed on Davina, "Miss Bernardi, it's a pleasure to see you again."

He looked at me skeptically,