↳ 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 ー 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐗𝐗𝐕 ー 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝

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Gathered around the table with a single bulb occasionally flickering above their heads, the group instinctively kick their chairs back and raise their weapons when the door is busted open.

"First guy to move gets his valuables shot," Sierra warns, keeping her gun aimed. "Now that I have your attention." She turns to look over the man with tattoos covering his neck. "I believe you go by the name Bull, short for Bullet?"

"Who's askin'?" he rasps.

"I'm here on behalf of Kaden Roman." The group nervously glance to one another at the mention of his name. "You owe my man a lot of money. It's time to pay up."

"Why isn't he 'ere to collect it?"

"He's a little busy right now, so am I. If you could tell your friends to stand down and get to giving me what you owe, that'll be perfect."

Suspicious, he scans her from head to toe, nodding to the group a moment later who are more than happy to put their guns away. If they'd have known who she was before, they wouldn't have even considered pointing them.

Bull drops a duffel bag onto the table, opening it up to let her peer inside and check the wads of money. Zipping it shut and holding onto it, she faintly smiles.

"Pleasure doing business with you." She lowers the gun and strides out, leaving the speechless men to slowly return to their seats.

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Peering around the wall, Grayson nods to himself. "Just checking you're still alive." He pats the door and begins to walk back downstairs until a voice has him stepping back into view.

"Wait!" Hope yells. "Wanna do face masks with us?" she asks sweetly. Still, he can see the innocent child she used to be.

"What kind of dumb question is that?"

"C'mon, I know you wanna. I can see it in your eyes."

"Yours must be broken."

Hope and Rosalia exchange grins. "I'll tell you where mom hid your knife."

He slowly turns around, eyes narrowing. "You're bluffing."

"Find out for yourself."

Sceptical, he approaches the bed and lowers onto the edge. "Fine. But if I find out you're lying to meー"

"Mm hmm scary uncle will chase after me, heard it all before." She shuffles closer to apply the face mask. Rosalia snickers and snaps some pictures without him noticing.

"This feels wrong. This is disgusting. Ew stop."

"Can handle bullets but can't handle this?"

"This is not natural."

"Neither is getting shot."

"Why do you do this?" He scrunches his nose in disgust.

"Because not everyone is blessed with perfect skin like you."