𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐁.𝐄

𝟏𝟔 | 𝐋𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞

* 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 *

It was almost two am when I made it home. I was pulling in the driveway and I noticed Abdul's car parked in front of the house which is wired because it's the middle of the night.

It's usual for him show up unannounced but never at a time like this.

I parked in the garage and walked threw the side door. I heard frantic talking when I got inside. In the foyer, Do-yeon was pacing back and forth and Abdul was trying to console her.

Do-yeon was the first one to notice me. "Where have you been?!" She yelled. "I was with Naomi."

"Of course you were." She said, her words laced with animosity. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, walking towards her. Abdul held his arm out, stopping me from getting any closer.

He looked down at me with empathetic eyes. "What's going on? Why are you here?" I asked. Do-yeon interpreted, "Maybe if you weren't messing around all the time you would know."

"What is up with you?" I scoffed. "I screwed up one time Do-yeon, once, and suddenly everything I do is a problem?"

Abdul sighed and stepped in front of me, blocking Do-yeon from my view. "Billie, we have more important things to worry about."

"Like what?"

"The stash house was robbed." He said. His words left a ringing in my ear. "What?"

"The one on 15th." He handed me his phone. A video from outside the house played on his phone. "There was a security alert around one. I thought it was you until I checked the cameras."

"Did you do anything about it?" I asked.

"I tried but it was too late. Everything and everyone was gone by the time I got there."

I dropped my arms to my side, the phone nearly slipping out of my hand. Do-yeon walked passed me and Abdul, going upstairs, "You already know what I have to say."

I looked back at Abdul. His expression was soft,
concerned and sympathetic. "Do you have any idea who could've done this?" He asked. I looked down, shaking my head slowly.

"I'll have Finneas look at the footage and see if he can identify anyone." I said, handing back his phone.

Abdul and I were on the phone with Finneas. He spent all morning restoring the footage from the stash house and now we're analyzing it.

"I didn't find much but from what I saw, they got you good." Finneas teased. "Shut up." I muttered.

I went to my email on my laptop and searched for his name. There was a message with pictures from both the outside and inside of the house.

I scrolled down, looking at the next photo. "A group of men arrived around a quarter till one." He said. "They busted the door down and started raiding."

Abdul leaned closer to the screen, "They went through the couches, cabinets, closets, even the broken floor board."

'Who could've know about floorboard?' I thought.

I tried scrolling down but the there weren't anymore pictures. "That's all?" I asked. "Yep."

"This is seriously all you got?!" I exclaimed.

"Hey, you're lucky I was able to obtain any of this. Recovering the footage wasn't easy, they literally cut the wires on the cameras as they moved through the house." He explained. "But there is one more thing."

I received another email from him. I clicked on it, and there was a blurry picture of someone with a ski mask on. "I know it's not the best photo, but maybe you can figure out who it is."

"I can barely see his, Finneas." I sighed. "Take another look." He said. I zoomed into the photo, and noticed that there was a tattoo visible just below the eye. And then everything clicked.

I leaned back in my seat, "That motherfucker!" I cursed. Abdul took the laptop form me, taking a look for himself. "Do you know him?" They asked in unison. "Oh I know him well."

I got up from my chair and went over to the fridge, grabbing the first bottle of alcohol I saw, taking multiple swigs. I sat the bottle and took a few deep breaths. "It's Carlos."

"I'm assuming he's been to the house before." Abdul said, still looking at the laptop. "Maybe that's how they were so good at clearing the place out, he knew all the spots."

"There has to be a reason behind this, did you owe him or something?" He asked. My mouth twisted into a snarl, "I don't owe him shit."

"Well it's something you did." Finneas said.

I crossed my arms, wondering which way I should put this. "We got into it." I mumbled. "Got into it?" He questioned. I sighed, "I punched him."

Abdul glared at me, his face pinched with annoyance. "So this is your fault?"

"You're telling me you punched a guy and didn't expect anything to happen in return?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, all of his words going in one ear, and coming out the other.

"We need to find out where he's keeping the drugs." I said, ignoring his words. "Once that's done, we give him a taste of his own medicine."

"Oh my god. Can you think for one second." He groaned. "Do you have to act so spiteful all the time?!" He complained.

"I am not the problem here, I didn't do anything of this!" I yelled, pointing at the laptop.

"But you caused it." He argued.

"I think you should listen to Abdul." Finneas interrupted. I sucked my teeth, quickly grabbing my phone and ending the call.

"I just feel like you're not making the best decision." Abdul said, lowly. "Have you even thought about what could happen?"

I narrowed my eyes, starting to yell but quickly stopping myself. "I do not care what will happen, I have had enough with him."

"When they go low, we go lower. We're going through with the plan and that's final."
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A/N: short chap but the next one will be long and action packed. stay tuned 🌚