(Note: ........ hi.... sorry for the very, very, very bad update timing. so much for once a week... but don't worry, I'm still churning the plot out as we speak. Just piecing together how I want it to go! Anyway, enjoy c: )
Scott's POV
It was only 10am when we woke up, and around 10:30am is when Winnie came out of the bathroom, bath towel hugging her frame tightly, and her wet hair still dangling in her face. She was holding her phone out towards me, my head pounding still from this hangover. I barely remembered last night to begin with.
"Scott, it's Gavin again, he left a voicemail," she said, anxiety completely encasing her tone. I shot up, ignoring the pain in my head, and got out of bed, the cold air in the room chilling me to the core. She handed her phone to me and I played the unsettling voicemail.
"Hey sis, Gav again! It looks like you didn't take my advice on going to Buffalo, huh? Boo, I was really hoping to see you soon... Wanted to apologize about the gift I left for Scrim, not to him, but for your sake. Your innocent wittle eyes shouldn't have seen such atwocities. Anyway, since you're not here, I may as well send you a little gift back home with your friends while they're in town. Au revoir!"
Jesus, what did he mean by gift...?
Then it hit me.
The guy that killed Pouya had referred to his death as a 'gift'? So, he must mean he's going to do something really bad, or worse, kill one of us off again.
"Winnie, we need to tell the rest of the gang in Buffalo right now. They need to get out of there ASAP," I said, now feverishly searching for my phone to call Aristos.
God, if anything happened to anyone... I don't know what I'd do with myself... I'm so sick and tired of people dying, I'm tired of having to kill people... I just want to fucking breathe and live a peaceful life. I wanted to stop all this fucking bullshit because it's never given me any bit of satisfaction. It's only caused me misery.
I found my phone and dialed Aristos number. Winnie was already throwing on clothes in a rush, mumbling to herself anxiously. I was just as worried...
The call went straight to voicemail. "Fuck, c'mon, Ruby..." I tried again, again and again, but no answer.
Winnie had already left the room to tell the rest of the gang the message that Grimm had left for us. I threw my phone at the bed angrily, now terrified that my family could be in danger and there was nothing I could do. Why the fuck did we agree to go separate ways?
Maybe Winnie could call her people that are with Aristos... Maybe someone else will pick up and take the warning. We needed to get them all the fuck away from New York...
"Winnie," I said, as soon as I went to the living room, seeing her and the group talking amongst themselves. "Winnie, Ruby isn't picking up, call one of your people out there."
She nodded, dialing up a number and pressing her phone to her ear. "Hey, are you guys okay?"
There was a long pause. I was relieved that someone answered, but I was worried about the silence.
"Listen, you guys need to leave right now. I think Grimm is planning something that involves your guys' group specifically. We can't risk any casualties," she said. The silence grew, but they quickly wrapped up the call.
"Havoc says that everyone is fine, just sleeping in. That's probably why you didn't get a hold of Ruby. But he says he's gonna wake everyone up and they're going to leave. He said the next plane back home won't board for another hour or so."
We all nodded, trying to decide our next course of action. I wasn't sure how we were going to investigate this All But 6 group while having the anticipation of what's gonna happen to the group up north. What if Grimm planned for this to happen?
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The Evil That Men Do | $UICIDEBOY$ | $CRIM
Fanfic(COMPLETED) Scott was a young gangster that worked alongside his cousin, Aristos, who just happened to be dragged into his business. They lived in the violence-ridden side of New Orleans, which got them in the business in the first place; drug & fir...
