Remember me?

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*****Chapter 3 - Remember me?*****

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Chapter 3 - Remember me?
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Ace slowly left the bar, barely holding the door open for the rest of them as they followed him out cautiously.

"Fucking knock her out if you have to but just bring her to me." Ace's order came out as the rest all nodded.

"We seriously splitting up?" Charlie asked, a small hint of nervousness in his voice as he didn't want to admit the fact a girl could take down Ace, scared him.

"Not scared of a girl are you Hogan?" Eyeball asked teasingly.

Charlie scoffed and quickly shook his head.

"Eyeball, blade." Ace snapped harshly as he held his hand out.

Eyeball reluctantly handed over his own switchblade as Ace gestured for them to split up.

"I want that fucking money." He snarled out as he stormed off, Eyeball on his tail.

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"I don't like this." Charlie mumbled under his breath.

"Will you quit bitching already?!" Billy snapped at him. "She's just a fucking girl!"

"A girl that could take down Ace fucking Merrill!" Charlie exclaimed as Billy quickly smacked him over the head.

"Only because he let her." Billy spoke, trying to reassure himself.

"Ace Merrill huh?"

Both boys turned and saw the same girl in the photo.

"Wondered if he'd have a pretty name to go with that face." She laughed slightly. "How's his nose?"

"Same as yours by the looks of it love." Billy snapped back, nodding towards the purple bruise on her face.

"Yeah well your mate headbutted me fucking hard." She retorted sarcastically.

"You clocked him one!" Charlie tried to make himself scarier.

The girl laughed again and nodded. "I told him to give me whatever he had, he didn't, therefore a little hit was meant to knock some sense into him."

"You know there's a bounty on your head right?" Billy asked intimidatingly as he made a move closer to her.

Instantly a gun was raised and held up, aiming straight for him.

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