𝐉𝐉 𝐖𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 up that morning by tumbling his body down to mine that laid on the mattress. I groaned in response while my eyes adjusted to the light, trying to focus with him hovering over me.John B had dragged his best friend out of the Chateau as he wanted to speak to Lana Grubbs, Scooter's wife, about the compass.
The boy tried bringing me too but not even JJ could bribe me with a shopping trip. Which we wouldn't be paying for.
The two boys could have easily threw me over their shoulder and dragged me out of the house but they had both decided to let me sleep.
By the time I had woken up, Pope and Kiara had arrived not long before the boys got back.
JJ seemed pretty shaken up. The guys that had shot at us the day before were there after smashing up Lana's house.
I watched the blonde anxiously, knowing what we went through with his dad and it could have had an effect on him.
"And we were right outside like this." He pressed his back against the wall. "And all we hear is just, 'Bam! Bam! Bam!' Knocking paint off the wall, G! From the inside."
He moved closer to where me, Pope and Kie were sitting. I had my legs draped across Kiara's lap as she drew patterns on my skin.
"Look at this shit." JJ ruffles his hair in front of us, paint falling out of his blonde locks.
Kie grimaced, "That's dandruff."
"Disgusting."
"That's paint." JJ snapped, "At that point, I was just like, I'm waiting for death."
Pope held his head in his hands, trying to process everything JJ was telling him. "Okay, so you saw the guys that shot at us, right?"
The Maybank boy leant back against the wall, hitting his vape repeatedly. "Yeah, man."
"Did you get a good description of them?" He continued.
"Yeah, anything's helpful," Kie added, but I shot them both a look to tell them to shut the fuck up and let him calm down.
"Burly." That was all JJ replied with.
"Burly?" Pope asked for confirmation.
"You know- like-"
"That's not very helpful." Kie rolled her eyes.
I snapped my head to her. "Kie shut the fuck up."
"Like the type of guys at my dad's garage." He tried to explain. "You know, he made cargo hides for drug smugglers. I can tell you with full confidence guys." He took a pull of his vape. "These killers, they're square groupers."
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𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑,𝗃𝗃 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗄
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