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Chapter 8 Dominic. (Breaking and Entering)

It's the next morning and Jackson and I are fucking exhausted from the night we had. "My back hurts." I hear Jackson say. "Probably because we slept on the couch last night." I told him. Last night we slept on the couch. There was no apparent reason for this, this little cabin had 3 bedrooms so it's not like we didn't have anywhere else to sleep. But I wanted to sleep on the couch because it had the biggest TV and Jackson had followed me out here.

"So what are we going to do?" Jackson asks me. "What can we do Jack?" I ask him as I sit myself up. I watched Jackson sit there thinking for a moment until.. "Well we could put a tracker on her car, we could break into her house, we could stalk her, we could-" Just then a light switch goes off in my head. "What did you just say?" I ask him. "We could stalk her?" "No no, the thing before that." He stares at me with a confused expression on his face, "Ohhh we could break into her house?" "Yes!" I say excitedly, "Yes that." "Look Dom, I love you man, but do we even know where this chick lives?" He asks me and I pause. "Well no, but we could find out!" I tell him, "Aww look at you being the smart one for once." "Shut up bro, at least I'm not the one that let her get away TWICE!" "We- we aren't going to talk about that..." He says, "And luckily for you Jackie, I already put a tracker on her car so we don't even have to put any work into it, so suck on that." I say giving him the middle finger. "I TOLD YOU DON'T CALL ME THAT!" He yells at me.

Ignoring him, I reach for my phone to check the tracker I had put on her car. It says that she's in the same town Jackson and I live in. Curious, I look at her exact location and find that she is at a house in a neighborhood not far from where Jackson and I live. Jackson and I agreed that it would be best to do at night, preferably in the middle of the night. Since we were still at the cabin that belonged to our boss, and the address Dakota was at was still 2 hours away. We figured that we better start driving.

Jackson and I get up off the couch and change into some real clothes. By the time we started the drive it was already 1 o'clock. Jackson and I actually had some good conversations on the way down there. Although halfway through the drive Jackson was being a pain in the ass and was complaining he was hungry so I stopped by a gas station, gave him my card and told him to grab me a bag of chips. I dropped him off at the front of the gas station and then pulled up to one of the pumps and got gas. A few minutes later he comes out with 2 full plastic bags full of random candy and food shit. "And what is all of that?" I ask as he gets back into the car and puts the bags on the floor. "Motherfucker don't judge me I'm hungry." "Yeah I can see that, just don't get any crumbs in my car." "I won't." Few moments later after we pulled out of the gas station parking lot, I looked over and saw crumbs all over Jackson's lap and on my passenger seat.

We got there around 3, when we got there it was still too early to break into her house so we decided to kill time by going back to Jackson's house and going out and grabbing something to eat. We went out to this nice steakhouse which wasn't bad, the bill was crazy fucking high though. Once he had gotten back to Jackson's house for the second time. Once we got there he just took a nap while I stayed up thinking.

It was now midnight and we were outside of her house. "Do you remember the plan and what we talked about?" I ask Jackson. "Yeah I do, see you in there?" He asks. "Yup." I stay in the front of the house while Jackson walks around the side to the back of the house. After I see him disappear from around the corner I walk up to the front door and knock. While Jackson was going to get in through the back door, I was trying to make my entrance a bit more presentable.

A moment later the door opens to reveal Dakota standing there. "Hello again." I say. "Well you're not my pizza delivery guy..." She says disappointed. She attempts to shut the door on me, but I push through it, pushing her backwards in the process. She scrambles backwards towards the kitchen counter. "What the fuck is your problem Dominic?" She whisper-yells at me. "I don't have a problem with you, not yet at least.. All I need to know is where I can find the girl." I told her. "Well I'm not going to tell you shit, so good luck with that." She says. "Oh yeah?" I say as I pull out a gun from behind me that was tucked in my waistband and point it at her. She goes to grab a knife from the knife holder next to her and grabs a butcher knife. "Did you really bring a knife to a gunfight?" I ask her, laughing at the stupidity. "Keep your fucking voice down dickhead." She says while she launches towards me with the knife, and I block it with the gun. As I block it she uses all her force to push the gun the opposite way and somehow pushes it out of my hand and it flings across the room, at that moment I grab the knife from her hands and swing it at her. It cuts her right across the palm of her hand. She yelps in pain and grabs her hand as the blood trails down, and little droplets of blood fall to the floor.