ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ [ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ]

20 golden plane

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back at the chateau, jj and kie reunited with us, pope being at his scholarship interview that he never stopped going on about.

I hugged jj probably for the first time In a few days, it felt comforting, he was comforting. I could never thank him enough for what he's done for me.

"you sure he got everything?" kie asked looking at John b, "every bar, the whole enchilada" he replied throwing a ball in the air and catching it again.

he threw of his cast "look, its not like I expected a happy ending or some shit"

they then bickered over John b's arm being messed up for life for removing the cast.

it felt normal, john and kie's little arguments, it was what they normally did to show each other they cared. I needed normal.

but then, out of the ordinary, pope was seen sprinting as fast as he could towards us in his formal suit screaming out to us "how was the interview?" jj asked.

he responded, out of breath, by saying not to ask and apologised to JB and me. probably meaning it didn't go as well as expected.

"I have information that is tactically relevant" he panted saying that before his interview his dad said he had to cut palms for ward's big plane. "it was too heavy it needed a longer landing strip to take off"

the four of us paid full attention to his words "why would cameron need a longer landing strip to take off? what could be so heavy to weigh it down?"

jj and John b turned in realisation "gold" the blonde answered correctly.

"it leaves tonight" pope announced, "whats the plan?" kie questioned.

I smiled at my brother who then spoke smiling too "we're gonna steal that shit back"

our group ran to the van excited as could be, the gold mission was back on.

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"we go in there guns a-blazin' and make ward cameron beg for mercy" jj said whilst I loaded the gun for him, "there you go blondie" I handed the weapon to him.

he then continued his plan "abscond with as much gold as possible and vámonos, get the hell out of there"

"send that shit right down the intracoastal" John b added, kie then spoke "wait for the weather"

pope then chose a location of cuba, and I argued Hawaii instead. jj gave his speech about his love for Yucatan and how we should definitely go there.

"lets do this shit" John b said turning the steering wheel towards the air craft site.

once at the location, in union, we all got out the van running up to the fence and looking out.

pope held his trusty binoculars to his eyes "they're loading up the gold"

John b then took the binoculars spotting ward turning up in his car, he then lowered them slowly with a look of doubt "its Sarah"

I gulped, was kiara right all along about her?

Sarah had become such a good friend to me over such a short amount of time, she couldn't betray us all like that, could she?

"wait a minute" John b mumbled "he's hurting her"

jesus, didn't know he could hurt his own child as well he truly was evil.

John b ran to get into the van, shutting the doors "charley get back" he shouted.

"I'm coming you you JB" I told him "he was my dad too"

he had a look of frustration before letting me in regretfully and i climbed into the passenger seat, i mouthed the words i love you to jj.

the blonde boy looked at me worried as John b drove full speed at the fence crashing it down letting us onto the air field.

the windscreen smashed slightly causing me to let out a scream whilst he drove dangerously towards the moving plane.

I heard the pogues yelling from afar telling us to come back but we still charged forward.

we owed it to dad to get the gold back, we owed it to ourselves after everything we've been put through.

right now though, the main priority was saving Sarah from her father ward, who wasn't concerned for her safety at all.

the plane turned around getting onto the runway abruptly, it was ready to be taking off now.

"hold on tight" John b said firmly whilst cranking up the speed as we approached the aircraft, I had no idea if we would make it.

we reached the front of the plane driving alongside it seeing sarah crying, but her face lit up at the sight of us, ward leaned over "get off the runway!" he screamed out to John b.

JB accelerated even more leading us to overtake the plane at quite a distance, once we were far ahead he swivelled the van and stopped right in front of wards path.

I gasped at the threatening life or death situation we were in "do you think he'll stop?"

"I don't know" John b responded lowly watching the plane come at us as I shut my eyes, i couldn't face watching him die.

as I opened them the plane was about a metre away from crashing into us, killing the two of us, adding to ward's kill list.

John b and I jumped out the van at the same time they hopped out the plane.

sarah ran into john b's arms grabbing his face checking he was okay.

i looked at ward dead in the eyes, the eyes of my dads killer "don't touch me" sarah pleaded as ward tried to pull her back.

a police car siren was heard by all of us and we saw the car arrive, "you think this changes anything" ward spoke "it doesn't"

"thank god you're here" ward faked as sherif peterkin walked towards us "susan i told you the kid's lost his god damn mind"

i stood in front of john b, there was no chance in hell i was letting my brother get arrested today.

"put your hands behind your head" peterkin said glaring at cameron, "i'd do what she said kid" ward looked over to john b who didn't move at all.

peterkin grabbed her gun "she's talking to you ward"

the weapon was pointed to ward as he turned around in disbelief "you're under arrest for the murder of big john routledge"

sarah gasped as i held onto her hand tightly.

"put your hands behind your head" the officer repeated when ward didn't co operate.

after she yelled at him, the man finally did as he was told.

he turned around to face us with anger in his eyes and dropped to his knees "i don't like being used" she spat whilst placing handcuffs on him "i've waited a long time for this"

ward pushed back making peterkin pull out her gun and a bullet was fired echoing all around.

from behind the plane, rafe appeared holding a different gun, he used to shoot peterkin.

she dropped to her knees and i was in a state of shock, i couldn't move or even speak.

"rafe what did you do?" ward whispered in a serious tone.

he laughed with the brightest smile on his face "i saved you dad"

rafe repeated his words anxious for his dad's appreciation and approval, he then aimed the gun at the three of us.

aiming to shoot, me.

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