From Prison to Payback. Sister, You're next.

es made Dahlia's sweaty hands wr

irection outside and she took a deep breath, the

ace and she exhaled breezily. It

r that would come and pick her. It was the day she was being releas

assing second and soon, Dahli

ran into the road, widening her arms as the car suddenly

ssy hair falling over her shoulders as she rushed to the

ugh hair, parched broken lips and black jean jacket on blac

oticed the way he looked at her. "I'll place my bag under my b*t

t look before he nodd

athlessly as she quickly got into the car from th

on it. The man glanced at her weirdly and then continued drivi

prison?" He suddenly ask

t they'd just left prison. It wasn't exactly something to be glad about

a stop in the street and h

er hand to open the door. "I'll...." She glance

emotionlessly, "Yes

ting down from the car and closing

e shook her head slightly, twitching her lip

quickly. Draven would

prison? Dahlia didn't know. But she couldn't wait to

and she waited for a moment, her hands holding her bag on he

glimmered. "Evelyn." The name was like a whisper in her lips, se

the newsboard and the smile on Dahlia's fa

NNOUNCES MARRIAGE

ly. She hadn't felt like this when her parents told her she'd have to t

ipped down her shoulders and she ran crazil

nto the mansion, her heart beating rapidly in her ches

er spine as she recognized her sister's voice. "I know she'd wait for u

ier to kill her at night. Like expected, y

dagger. It was extremely painful, she couldn't breath. Her h

n't manage to kill

ousand dollars for her life, they dare not fail. And if they fail, w

d Dahlia's throat, lo

sked cautiously and Dahlia's he

soon and if that happened,

ansion as fast as they could, as

away, the impact of the car driving into her

s as she hit the ground hardly

rds of a familiar voice and sh