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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[tw: brief mentions of self-harm, suicide ideation]
Bianca's stomach was in knots.
Ever since JJ told her about Singh kidnapping Big John, it was all she could think about. Not because of the man himself, but because she knew John B was probably going out of his mind worrying.
John B, who also just found out Sarah cheated on him. Conveniently enough, both had been missing for the past hour. Bianca, however, knew they were somewhere around the party, considering the HMS was still docked by the pier.
"What's on your mind, cariño?"
Bianca blinked, returning her attention to her grandfather whose one arm winded around her back while their other hand clasped with hers. Slowly, he swayed them with furrowed eyebrows, surrounded by couples dancing to the slowed rhythm of the band.
The temperature had since dropped without the sun hanging overhead, and a cool breeze drafted the air. Teodoro gave Bianca his suit jacket to hang over her shoulders, in exchange for that promised dance, of course.
"Sorry," Bianca shook her head. "It's nothing."
"Is it your friends?" He arched an eyebrow.
Bianca's lips parted with hesitation but upon noticing the pointed look on her grandfather's face, she sighed, "It always is."
His question reminded her that she hadn't seen Pope in forever. Cleo too. She wondered what the boy was up to, and if he missed her too.
"Remind me again..." Teodoro trailed off, glancing over to where Kiara and her parents were conversing with Topper. "There's Kiara, Sarah, your boyfriend-"
"JJ," Bianca filled in.
"Yes, JJ. John B, Cleo- and... it's got something to do with the church," He frowned. "Priest, was it?"
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