"𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙬𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚
𝙒𝙚'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚
𝙄𝙩'𝙨 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚"
"I hate you."
"The feeling is mutual. Now, either shut up and kiss me or get the hell out of my bedroom"
S1 ≪ Raf...
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» chapter nine: broken record «
Winnie could feel her heart racing and not in the good way, either. The five of them stood at the window, watching as two men walked around the Twinkie and towards the Chateau.
"And who the fuck are they?" Winnie asked, noticing how on edge the Pogues were. "Are they the ones you were talking about before? The square groupers?"
"This is suboptimal," Pope muttered.
JJ swore as he stepped away from the window, "John B, I told you, man. Why does it always-"
"JJ! Hey, look at me," he snapped as he grabbed the boy by the shoulders. "Where's the gun?"
"Gun? I, uh, I can't-"
"Now you don't have the gun, the one time we need the gun?" Kiara exclaimed, clearly freaking out.
JJ shook his head, "It was in my backpack, and then I-"
"Backpack," John B said quickly. "On the porch."
"It's on the porch."
Winnie leaned against the closest table, running her fingers through her hair roughly. "Well, it's not exactly doing us any good out there, is it?"
