One stupid favour leads to another...
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It might have been a stupid deal, a stupid favour we've asked of each other.
But if this worked, at least they come out alive. And all of us don't suffer anymore.
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After a drug dealer kidn...
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"They said he was in Jacksonville! How is he here?!"
Michael and I sat in the back of his Volvo as his guard sped towards the station. We'd dressed in haste, and so I was in one of Rose's t-shirt and shorts that she'd left behind, wearing one of Michael's own hoodie's over it to beat the cold.
But the cold weather was the last thing on my mind. Madeline and Caroline did not deserve Bruce's wrath. They didn't do anything wrong in all of this. They were just helpless naïve girls. They were victims.
I didn't even know if Belinda told them the truth about their father. And if I knew Bruce, he'd cruelly rub it in their faces.
"Nobody knows, but I heard them say it might have been a decoy."
"For fucks sake, they couldn't recognise a decoy?!"
Michael interjected, "Where's Davis?"
Since neither of us had picked up, they'd informed Vivian and Francine and delegated the responsibility of getting a hold of us. And now Viv was at the station with Morris.
"They're in a room with Belinda now."
"There's no getting out of this. We're going to have to give ourselves up to him." Michael's hand squeezed my knee. When I glanced over, he had a fierce look in his eyes.
Somehow, he looked calm, "Do they know how he got the twins?"
"The aunt and uncle had been out. They'd been asleep in bed. He just...broke in." I could imagine their faces, etched with new fear and dread.
"Someone is helping him." He could still have enough loyal people on his side despite the raids. Someone loyal enough to play decoy for him all the way in Jacksonville.
"Davis mentioned that."
"Alright, thanks Viv, we'll get there soon. Stay safe." Michael hangs up the phone and I hug my knees.
"Where the fuck is this going? How do we end this?"
"I don't know, but we're going to get them back. Whatever it takes, okay? I promise." He juts out his pinkie.
Last time we did this was when he planned to sneak into Bruce's warehouse with Dean. That plan had fallen through hard as the night had spiralled into an absolute mess.
I want to push away his finger, but in the end I wrap my own pinkie around his. He pulls me in for a hug and I rest my head on his chest, breathing in his scent to calm down. He still smelled vaguely of the whiskey we'd drunk two hours ago.
All that happened just hours before fades as the seriousness of this situation settles into our bones. Someone was going to be on the receiving end of Bruce's wrath. And I'll be damned if it's the twins.
We make it to the police station and head straight for Davis. Michael barges into the closed room like he owns the place.
