"Okay, I've got a plan."
"Oh shit,"
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When John B's lost sister crosses path with the kook's king ( aka Topper Thornton) while searching for answers about her heritage, one thing's for sure, they will cause trouble, and break a few laws.
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"Now would be a perfect time to call the police."
Everyone is silent. We made our way back to the boat and the island. Now, we are all seated around the fire. "Why would he take her?" for revenge?" Sarah says. "He didn't even try to threaten us; he just left with her." "It doesn't make any sense."
"What if he... you know... he could have killed..."J.J. says as I look at him. My jaw tensed and my whole body contracted.
"If you keep talking shit, I'm going to break your jaw," I snap at him, cutting him off mid-sentence.
"Wow, easy man," Cleo says as she stands up, running her hand through her hair and gazing out at the sea, "he obviously had a reason."
"Fuck!" Kira exclaims, shivering.
"She's not dead, alright." John B is trying to convince us—or himself. "She is not dead." He stands too, trying to gather his senses, maybe thinking about the options we have. "I refuse to believe that."
"Me too," echoed Sarah. The rest of us agreed.
Cassie, where are you?
"We need a new plan," Wheeze starts, and I slightly smile at her. We have absolutely no clue about her possible whereabouts. Neither knows what to do. We got screwed over, this time maybe for good.
"Did you guys find our talky?" "I didn't have it on me." Pope's voice is raspy, and he looks like hell. I don't remember seeing it on the beach, and John B. and I both responded in the negative.
"Maybe she still has it. She might try to contact us, right?"
I saw, looking at the sea, that if it worked, she would need to be not far from here for the signal to work.
"What's the other option?" Kiara is on the verge of tears. "We have to help her!"
"The other option is going to the authorities," I snap again.
"Yeah, fucking brilliant idea man! Hey everybody, Ward Cameron faked his own blow up on a boat and he is still alive, and his son is a fucking American psycho wannabe who kidnapped John B.'s lost sister that no one knew he had until 2 weeks ago," J.J. says. "And also, we stole a bunch of money; please don't take it back; we'll be nice."
I seriously am on the verge of killing him—and not politely like I promised Cassie.
I punch him backwards, and suddenly Cleo and John B are between us, trying to separate us.
My eyes are watering from all the rage, and I swear I see red: "You don't fucking get it, I don't care... about losing everything but... "I can't lose her." I push John B away from my body
