Alluring - JJ Maybank Fanfic

The Phantom: Alone

Willow's POV

I had an idea pop in my head after splitting up with Sarah, which led me to my house. I figure if I can get my hands on the gold I got from the well, then I can take it with me, and it looks like John B had the same idea, because I can see him creeping up towards Officer Shoupe's truck that's sitting outside of the Chateau. 

I quickly run up behind him, wrapping my hand around his mouth so he won't make any sound, he whips around, throwing a punch straight to my right eye, I fall back but his hands reach out and grab me before I hit the ground.

"Shit, Will, I'm so sorry." John B whispers, his finger tracing the sensitive area under my eye, "Can't sneak up on me like that right now."

"My bad," I quietly chuckle, "here to get the gold for me?"

He smiles and nods, "Great minds think alike, I see." I silently agree, "Get in the passenger seat, I saw him put my backpack in here, which means he probably found the gold." He gestures to Shoupe's truck, I slip into the seat while he hunches down and runs around the back, jumping in the other side. 

"Shit, it's push start, we need his key fob." I point to the start button near the steering wheel, his eyes go wide, we both glance over at the house, seeing Shoupe and Thomas walking around with gloves on while they search for something. My nosy side comes out so I click open the glove box, gasping when I see our melted blob of gold shining back at me, "Look Johnny." I smile and hold it up before stuffing it into my backpack. 

"Hell yeah," He grabs the PA radio and clicks the button on the side, "Shoupe, you there buddy? I think you know who it is. Come on out." We wait a moment, holding my breath when Shoupe and Thomas slowly walk out the front door, their hands on their pistols on their waist, "Nice and easy."

I hold my hands up when they draw their guns on us, "Wait, wait, don't shoot!"

"We just want to talk." John B stammers, fear in his voice. 

Shoupe lowers his gun, "Alright, hey, take it easy."

"We want to talk." He repeats himself.

"John B, Willow--"

"She didn't do it, Shoupe." John B cuts Thomas off.

"Calm down, both of you keep your hands where I can see them, alright?" Shoupe warns, "Now we're gonna approach the vehicle and neither of you are gonna run, and I won't chase. Okay?"

"Okay." We both agree at the same time, my hands shaky.

We have one shot at this, don't fuck it up John B.

"I want to talk to you, kids." Shoupe and Thomas cautiously walk down the steps, "I'm comin' down, now John B, I heard your sister is pregnant, we do not want her getting harmed so please don't do anything stupid when we get down there." 

"She didn't do it." My brother cries, making me tear up, "She was setup." 

"I'm listenin'," Shoupe edges closer to the truck, his gun in his hand at his waist.

"Take your hand off your gun," John B pleads, "Put it away, I don't want her to get hurt either." 

"Both of you take it easy," Shoupe breathes out, "Just keep your hands up for me."

"Then get your hands off your guns." John B warns, tears running down our faces.

He clicks his gun into his holster and turns to Thomas, "Get your hand off your weapon." Thomas angrily complies; his eyes boring into mine. "Alright, so we're gonna talk, right?"