❝Lai, you're really pushing your luck tonight.❞
❝Luck is for the weak, J. I prefer calculated risks.❞
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forget quadratic equations; Laia's equation is more like "Revenge = Fun + Chaos."
armed with sarcasm, a knack for misch...
'I can't believe I have an aunt who throws her goons at us.'
THE COSMOS ARE BAKING.
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gilded lily - cults
Always the fool with the slowest heart,
But I know you'll take me with you,
We'll live in spaces between walls.
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CHARLESTON.
3RDPERSON POV
As the Pogues continued their drive, Laia squeezed herself between JJ and Kiara, their makeshift travel arrangements now a familiar routine.
Pope, taking the wheel, focused on the road ahead as the topic shifted to the ever-elusive gold.
"This is about the gold." Laia sighed, stating the obvious yet again.
"Definitely," Pope concurred, glancing at her. "Like, why else would they be interested in John B's case?"
Kie, always resourceful, had her phone out, probably researching their mysterious benefactors. "They're fancy people. They've had three governors in the family. They've run Charleston for, like, years."
"Must be great." Laia remarked, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"These Kooks make our Kooks look like Pogues." JJ chimed in, looking at the opulent houses that lined the neighborhood they were passing through.
Pope pulled the truck over on the side of the road and him and Laia looked out the window, taking in the large, fortified mansion that was surrounded by tall, barred fences
