Chapter Thirty- Two: Evil Plan

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Zane POV

"Liz call Skyler again" I say keeping my focus on the road ahead.

"Zane, she won't answer and before you tell me to ring the other two, I've tried" She snaps at me.

Instead of arguing anymore I speed the car up and roll the windows down, not liking the smell of the old guy who reeks of sweat, blood and I think the smell of gasoline but I'm not sure.

"Take him to the guest room on the second floor, first door on the left" I shout to Vinnie and Elizabeth who are helping Stan up the stairs.

Walking to the kitchen I hear footsteps following behind me. "She'll be alright." Sheila tries to comfort me, but it's not calming any of my nerves.

Filling the kettle, I grab five cups for us all "Can you go ask the others what they want. Including Stan" I ask keeping my back to her.

It's not that I don't trust her, it's just that she can lose focus so quickly and I guess I worried. She's growing, meaning she won't need me by her side anymore. "All want coffee except Vinnie who wants hot coco and Elizabeth who wants tea." Sheila comes striding into the kitchen, sitting on the bar stool.

"Sugars?"

"Two for everyone" She answers.

"Do you think they'll be back?" I ask stirring the hot chocolate

"Look Zane I know she's like a little sister to you, I do. But you need to remember she is old enough to look out for herself and don't forget she has the boys with her" Sheila says, her hand resting on my shoulder giving it a tight squeeze before grabbing the tray of drinks and taking them up.

Huffing like the child Skyler thinks I am, I start my background check on this Stan Harley dude, picking up the laptop I sit down making myself comfortable on the sofa to start my research.

"So how did you meet Skyler?" An old gruff voice asks, bringing me out of my thoughts, turning my head I see Stan leaning against the wall.

Looking around I see no one else he could be talking to except me, staring at the man I raise an eyebrow before pointing to myself

"Yes you, who else would I be talking to." He says walking over to the sofa.

Ignoring his question, I stare at him longer before asking my own question while shutting the laptop "Why can't I find anything about you?" Standing up I walk back and forth with the laptop in hand "I mean it's like you don't even exist, like you have been forgotten."

Taking a deep breath, I look to see him staring at me in surprise "That's what happens when you are recruited, we erase your whole background, it's for protection." He states

"Where is Skyler? I'd expect her to be back by now." Stan says sitting on the corner chair, before I could answer the man my phone starts to ring, grabbing my phone, I walk outside to the back garden checking the contact.

"I've been trying to get into contact with you, where are you?" I rush out,

"We had to go stop at Ethans place, before you huff and puff at me, we were on the way to you until there was a change of plan." Skyler says

"Are you going to tell me this evil plan of yours or?" I question

"Now why the hell would I tell you my evil plan?...Okay, okay, I'm too excited, I'll tell you." She chuckles, like those little kids and their evil plans

"Your plan is shit." I sign after listening to it. combing my hair back with my fingers

"It's a plan, it will work, I think."

"It'll get us killed!" I raise my voice not liking her plan

"Are you naturally like this much of a pain or do you try?" Skyler asks, the humour in her voice now just pissing me off just because she doesn't take anything seriously.

"Skyler I really think you should think bout this, a lot could go wrong here."

"And I respectfully don't care." she laughs

"Would Ethan even agree to help I mean this is a suicide mission and no one will come out of this alive, the fact your plan is to trick Irene who by the way is basically government and can kill your- Skyler?" Pulling the phone away I see that she hanged up after laughing meaning I was just complaining to no one.

Walking into the house I see most of the group are in the living room, "Let's go, our dear old friend is making a mess" I order the others while grabbing my jacket

"Again?!"  




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