Chapter 89: Ash & Purple

< Dylan >
Leaving the Mafia world was easier said than done. The moment Shirley said she wanted me to quit, I said I would think about it later. First of all, we needed to elope this country. We needed to get out of here as soon as we could.
I was packing my luggage at midnight the next day as we were going to leave before the break of dawn when someone softly knocked on the door. "Come in," I hollered, and Shirley entered my bedroom quietly. "Are you done packing your luggage?"
"I don't have any luggage to pack," she mumbled shyly.
I stopped folding my clothes and looked at her way. Even now she was wearing a dress of Sienna. I couldn't risk Shirley going to her place to bring her things. I sighed and said, "Don't worry. We will get you new clothes and everything else you need once we land safely in Portugal."
"What's the plan again?" she asked, coming near me.
"We are going to mislead everyone into thinking that we are going to France. However, we will go to Spain in our private jet, and we will leave Spain for Portugal in another private jet of a friend of mine with a fake ID," I explained it once again for her while collecting a few things from my dressing table.
Shirley wrapped her arms around my waist, resting her cheek on my shoulder, and nodded her head. "What if it fails?"
"Do you think I don't have alternatives ready?" I let out.
"Of course." She chuckled dryly. "Which is the riskiest part of the plan?"
"The one night we will stay in Spain," I answered. In case our father's people got a hint that I was taking my private jet, they would follow us to Spain and start a mad hunt there instantly.
"What are we going to do with the fake IDs?" she questioned, faint sadness visible in her voice.
"We will have them made." I turned around, keeping her intact with me. There was a puppy look in her eyes. "What?" I arched an eyebrow.
"You will leave the Mafia, right?" she asked, and I sighed.
"It's not easy. Try to understand. Once I do that, we will lose the protection we have now," I told her, brushing away a few strands of her hair from her forehead.
"It's the last thing I will want from you," she said.
I chortled and pulled her cheek. "I know you very well. You will keep wanting things from me either way." Her demands never ended, and she expected me to believe that empty promise.
"Well, you got me." Shirley laughed lightly. "Okay, fine. We are leaving this country tomorrow. Shall we get a change of looks?"
"We don't need that," I said.
"Please let's do that. I need to keep my mind distracted," she requested.
"Okay," I gave in.
A smile bloomed on her face as she dragged me to the bathroom and made me stand in front of the big mirror. She went to grab some hair dyes from Sienna and came back.
"Let's do your one first," she said and started looking through the hair colors.
When she was looking at the pink one, I let out defensively, "I am not going to use any ridiculous color."
Shirley chuckled. "It was the first color dye I used on my hair," she answered. "Don't worry. I won't use any weird color on my boyfriend's beautiful hair. I don't want him to get ugly."
I scoffed and crossed my arms.
"Would Neon color hair suit you?"
"Disgusting." I scrunched my nose, moving away, making her chuckle.
"But baby, every color suits your handsome face," she tried to coo, but I shook my head.
"I would rather get caught by the Mafia than apply such a disgusting hair dye," I spat out.
"Dark brown would look good on you, but it resembles your original hair," Shirley murmured. "Not a good disguise."
"Dark brown, it is," I said and sat on the stool near the sink after taking off my t-shirt. "We don't need disguises. You just want the mood, so it's alright."
"Do you have to be topless?" I saw her bite her lips as she asked that.
"Why, love, do you want me to be fully naked?" I arched an eyebrow mischievously.
Shirley leaned closer to my ears and whispered seductively, letting her breath fall on my earlobes, "I won't mind." I closed my eyes as she kissed my jawline, tracing her fingers over my chest.
"Well, time would," I interrupted, trying not to give into my burning desires for her.
She placed a final kiss on the corner of my lips and said, "I know. Time is a bitch, and this bitch should stop ticking." I chortled as she exaggerated a sigh. She stood up straight and cleared her throat. "Let's get your hair done now."
After fifteen minutes, she was done applying it to my hair, so I had to wait for half an hour for the process. Therefore, this time, she sat down and I started doing her hair dye while following the YouTube tutorial. She wanted a pastel purple hair dye. She and her weird choice were going to be the death of me.
I was coloring the side of her hair when I noticed her shoulders shake. I glanced at the mirror to find tears sliding out of her eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked.
Shirley swallowed and pursed her lips before saying, "I just miss Mom."
"I am sure wherever she is right now, she misses you too and wants you to be happy," I said.
"My mom helped me dye my hair when I first did it in my middle school. She put pink highlights on the end of my hair. Even though many girls made fun of me," she paused to sniff, "I thought I looked very pretty."
"I am sure you did," I said with an assuring smile. "Even though purple is a weird color, I am sure you are going to rock it," I added, and she flashed me a big smile. I wiped her tears with my thumb and continued doing my job.
Once I was done, I headed into the shower, even though she insisted on joining me. However, I knew for sure that if she were with me in the shower, I would end up doing something else instead of removing the hair dye.
Coming out of the shower while wiping my hair, Shirley grinned looking at me. "Baby, you look perfect," she complimented mischievously.
"Do I look weird?" I raised an eyebrow in question.
She shook her head vigorously and ran into the shower after me. I gave her a strange look and went to the sink to check my hair. I almost let out a scream when I saw my hair color.
"Shirley freaking Hamilton, I will kill you!" I hollered, gawking at my ash hair. I looked like a freaking pop singer.
I could hear a series of giggles come from the shower. "We would look fabulous together. Ash and purple," she hollered back.
"Just you come out, my love," I let out in an intimidating voice. Hearing her chuckling nervously from outside, I stomped my foot and got out of the bathroom.
As I walked out, I found Sienna pacing around in my room. Before I could even ask her what was wrong, she rushed to me and held my hands, saying, "You need to leave right now. The headquarters is under attack. I don't think the mansion is safe anymore."
"Don't worry. It has the best security," I tried to assure her but it was of no use.
"I don't want to listen to anything. I need you two to leave right now with the jet. I am going to a friend's house to hide for the time being," Sienna announced. I tried to oppose but she cut me off. "I have made all the arrangements. Leave within an hour." With that, she left.
Even though I didn't have to worry about the headquarters because Xavier, Riley, and my other men would handle that swiftly. After all, I had the best and strongest subordinates. I was still worrying because if anything went wrong with that, I wouldn't be able to abandon them. If worse came to worse, I would have to join the frontline. That's why Sienna wanted me to leave as soon as possible so that I wouldn't be able to join, no matter what.
"Let's hurry up," came Shirley's voice. I turned my head at her to find her looking at me with unknown emotions displaying in her eyes, her new hair color looking perfect on her.
"Shirley—"
Shirley didn't pay any heed and started throwing my things in the luggage in a disarray. As I tried to speak, she said, "No, Dylan. Let's leave as soon as possible."
I sighed and gave in. Shirley and Sienna were the two persons I wouldn't be able to decline, and those two were pushing me towards it, so I had no other way but to obey.
Soon, we were ready to depart for my private airport, which would usually take ten minutes. However, with our lives being at risk, I drove like I was in a car race and reached there within a few minutes and got out of the car, hoping no one had noticed us in the darkness of midnight.
It was half-past three in the morning as we got into the jet. Once we settled in our seats, I noticed tears brimming her eyes. Even though I lied to her about leaving for three months or so, she knew in her heart it was going to be way longer than that. With our fathers' men hot on our trails, thirsty for our blood, it was going to be hard to survive.
I rested her head on my shoulder, stroking her purple hair.
"Will we be able to come back here someday?" she asked as the flight took off, staring out of the window.
I kissed the crown of her head and mumbled, "Someday we will come back here for sure."