The murder

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Jonathan's: POV

September 7th 1920: Los Angeles

I walked into the motel and pointed a gun at a man. He held up his hands and looked scared at me. "Please, don't kill me." he said. "Show me the way to Jason's room." I replied coldly. "This way." he said and I followed him. He unlocked the door and I walked in. Jason was sleeping in his bed.

 Jason was sleeping in his bed

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(Michael in the 1920s)

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(Michael in the 1920s)

Jason was a ex-member of my gang. He left and betrayed us to the police.  Now he'll have to pay the price for what he did. I shot him twice and the blood splashed. I stole jewelry. I walked out of the room and went back to Brian. "Don't tell the police or I'll kill you." I said threatening. "I-I won't he stuttered. "Good." I said and walked out.

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"Look who's back." said James when I walked into our headquarters. I grapped a bottle and drank. "How did it go?" asked Eva. "Jason is dead." I said with a smirk on my face. "Finally." she replied. "I'm so glad that idiot is gone." said James. "He should've known better that it was foolish to betray us." replied Eva. "Yes." I said.

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Don't mess with Jonathan

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~CharlieGlambert~

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