𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐓 / / 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊

CHAPTER 27

Figure 8, the home of the Kook's.

Everywhere was so clean, so prim and proper. It felt foreign to Stella, despite growing up on the island. It was a completely different way of life on this side, and those who inhabited it didn't realise how lucky they where. That's what annoyed Stella the most, which is why she enjoyed causing a ruckus amongst their peaceful plot of tranquility. Where they could usually live in their little bubble, pretending that matters of the outside world didn't exist, and their biggest problem would be the shortage of Sauvignon Blanc. Well, Stella Swayer liked make a disturbance to their own slice of serenity, and as it happened so did her big brother. And, they where very good at it.

Barry had sped all the way from their home to one of the Kook's favourite hang out spots. Loud music blaring from the car as he refused to speak to Stella, knowing that they where both too stubborn to apologise for their actions. Instead, Who Dat Boy blasted through the speakers dragging attention to the two sibilings, windows down allowing the breeze to cool them from the hot summer sun because god knows that the aircon in that car broke long ago.

As the restauraunt came into view, Stella pushed the pair of stolen Raybans up into her hair, moving the blonde locks from her face. The tires of Barry's car seared across the tarmac as the vehicle came to a sudden halt. Folks enjoying their late afternoon drinks turned to look at them with disapproving scowls, and Stella revelled in their distaste.

For the first time since they had left their home, Barry spoke to her. "Ready to cause a scene?"

Stella smirked. "Always."

The two sibilings climbed out of the car, Barry slamming the door just to make sure everyone knew he had arrived. Stella followed in persuit, blowing a kiss at an old man whose eyes lingered for too long.

"Rafe Cameron!" Bear yelled, walking towards the entrance. "Get over here!"

"You sure he's here?" Stella asked.

"Oh yeah," he nodded, signalling her to follow him as he walked over to the concierge stand. The member of staff began to question the two sibilings, having the cheek to ask them if they where meant to be there, but the Swayer's simply ignored him, continuing their own conversation. "If he don't come pick up, this is where he gets his shit dropped off. He'll be here."

Sure as shit, not a moment later Rafe Cameron came rushing round the corner in a hurried panic, his little cronies following closely behind as he wrapped his arm around Barry's shoulder and pulled him away. But boy, you can bet Stella's eyes lit up when they landed on Topper Thornton.

"Hey, what are you doin' here man? You good?" Rafe wasn't stupid, he knew that Barry coming to his neck of the woods never meant anything well. Yet, Rafe knew he was square with Barry, his dad had sorted all that shit out, so what the fuck did the dealer want now? More so, why had he rocked up with Stella?

Bear shook his head as he allowed the Kook to lead him away from the scene. "No, I ain't good man."

"Alright, what do you—"

"Why does your family think I'm just some bitch they can shit on?" He rounded on Rafe. "First your dad knee caps me in my house—"

"You got your money, you got your money."

"Nah man, that ain't the point!"

Stella could see Topper inching closer to both Rafe and Barry, tensing as he did so. Now, Topper was a tall guy, he could throw a punch too, but that never intimidated Stella. "Step down, Topper."

He glanced over her briefly, furrowing his brows. "What, you came as back up for your brother or something now Stel? Is this what you're doing with your life? Taking on the family business."