Easy as One Two Three (Emma Frost)

Easy as One Two Three (Emma Frost) by Willow Rose Read Free Book Online

Book: Easy as One Two Three (Emma Frost) by Willow Rose Read Free Book Online
Authors: Willow Rose
you'll end up in jail and I really don't think you deserve that. I think I can help you. I can give you a new start, a BRAND new life."
    She had cut the girl's hair short and colored it blonde so no one would recognize her. She couldn't have the police finding her. She had also put new clothes on her…some things that were just lying around the house anyway. They fit her perfectly.
    "It'll be our secret what you’ve done, won't it?" she asked and turned the car into a parking lot. She turned the engine off. The numerologist drew in a deep sigh of satisfaction. She looked at herself in the mirror and put on some red lipstick.
    "You're a hero," she whispered to her own reflection. "Saving this girl from a life as a criminal is by far the best thing you have ever done. You know what happens to them once they are put in those awful prisons, don't you? Yes you do. You know better than anyone how they're treated and how their lives are destroyed. You know how she would meet bad, bad people in there who would teach her bad things. You know…You know…how they come at night…how they…how they…You know she’s innocent. You saw what happened. You know it was an accident, but no one will ever believe you or the girl. Giving her a new life is the best thing you can do. You're her savior. You're a hero and should be celebrated as one. But they'll never know. They can never know. You have to hide her away. Yes, you do."
    The numerologist froze at the memories in her mind. Pictures of nightly abuse and endless pain she couldn't escape. She shook her head and swallowed her tears. No, this certainly wasn't the time for self-pity. This was a happy moment. Saving this girl from a destiny worse than death, a destiny similar to the one she had suffered herself, was the best thing she could do. It was her mission. The numbers had told her so. It was written all over them.
    "Threes. You're a three, remember?" she told her reflection and closed her eyes. "Threes are joyous people. They are people that others are drawn to. They're creative, they're fun to be with. You're a three, remember."
    The numerologist clenched her fists till it hurt and repeated the number. "Three, three, three."
    Who are you trying to fool? You're a seven, remember? You can't run from that.
    "No. No. No, it's not true. I'm not anymore. I don't like sevens. They're shy and introverted. I'm nothing like that!"
    The numerologist held her hands to her face, pulling her hair. "No," she said sobbing slightly. "I'm not a seven."
    She pulled herself together and looked at the girl again. She looked so peaceful while sleeping. The numerologist heard voices outside her car as four men came running out of the building. She forced a smile as they opened the door. A man looked inside.
    "Is this her?"
    "It is. She’s sedated, so she shouldn't cause much trouble."
    "We'll take care of her from here on out," the man said and grabbed Zelllena by her arms and hands. He pulled her out of the car where the other three men helped him carry her inside. The numerologist watched with a tear in the corner of her eye as Zelllena disappeared into the building.
    "It's the right thing to do, Zelllena. Trust me on this. You're safe now. No one will ever be able to find you here."
     

14
    April 2012
    " D ID YOU SEE THAT?"
    Signe looked at Mads with excitement. He seemed troubled and kept looking behind him to see if anyone was following them. They jumped into a taxi and drove to the hotel. "It was awesome," Signe said, as they went back into their room. "I mean, he had no idea what was coming and then you just hit him like this!"
    Signe swung her fist through the air to make it look like Mads had when he hit the bartender. Mads sat on the bed. Signe climbed up on his lap. She held his face between her hands.
    "Do you have any idea how sexy you are to me right now?" she asked.
    "Signe. I killed the guy," Mads said. "I'm terrified of ending up in some Egyptian prison. Can't you see that?"
    "But

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