book 3 of 4
have you ever hated someone so badly you just wanted to shoot them dead? yeah, well, be careful what you fucking wish for.
let's get one thing straight, when bianca prescott wrote up that hit list, she never intended on actually murderin...
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013 el dorito
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[ tw: brief mentions of self-harm, suicide ideation ]
"Welcome to the Outer Banks, Cleo."
Pope steered the helm of the Catamaran through the marsh. The sun peaked over the horizon as dawn lit up the sky, promising a new day.
It was bittersweet. This was the first time in over a month any of them had been home and for Cleo, it was the first she'd be seeing John B's Chateau.
"You're crazy, Pope," She scoffed as they neared the dock. "Your parents are not gonna appreciate me shackin' up."
"Nah, of course, they will. Are you kidding?" Pope assured. "Heyward might put you to work, but we could always use the help."
Cleo glanced over at Bianca who gave her a small shrug and a smile. She turned back to Pope, "I don't know, man. You sure?"
"Yeah," He nodded again. JJ, Kiara, and Sarah stood behind, giddy with excitement at the prospect of Cleo coming home with them, "Look, he might squawk a little bit, but let me talk to him. We'll figure it out."
"How bad do you think it's gonna be?" Bianca glanced over at Kiara whose bouncing knee told her all she needed to know.
"Scale of one to ten?" Kiara scoffed. "Twenty."
And that was exactly why Bianca decided to drop Sarah off at the Chateau, instead of going back to her place. She wasn't ready to see her mother yet. Not because Lydia would be angry when she returned but because she couldn't face the woman whose husband she murdered.
"Well, Cleo, this is it," JJ pointed out as Pope docked the boat. "Home sweet home."
"It's kind of..." Cleo trailed off, eyeing the run-down, wooden building. "A junker."
"I like to think it builds character," Sarah teased, taking Kiara's hand to step onto the dock.
"For who? John B?" Bianca scoffed. "Or the termites?"
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