𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘚𝘐𝘚 ❁ 𝘑𝘑 𝘔𝘈𝘠𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘒 & 𝘒𝘐𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘌𝘙𝘈

𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘏𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘚𝘐𝘟

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❝ can't go anywhere until we've got kiara ❞
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

"Cleo, do you actually know where you're going?" JJ questions, the five of us following her lead.

"We can hole up here" She confirms, pointing at what looks to be an abandoned hotel "It ain't the Taj Mahal, but..."

"It'll do" John B nods and JJ sighs out, squeezing my hand in his gently.

"I get the biggest room" Cleo jokes.

"Not if I get it first" I counter with a grin.

"You snooze, you lose" Sarah quips, running ahead of us.

"Cheater!" I call out, Cleo and I chasing after my sister.

The six of us reach the building and we all slip inside, hiding in the ruins as we hear vehicles approaching.

"Over there!" A guard on a bike yells.

"Go, go, go, go!" JJ mutters lowly and we all follow him further into the building.

"Come! Quick!" Cleo takes the lead and we lean against the walls, glancing out the windows.

"All clear!" The guard calls out.

"Go!" Cleo orders.

I race behind John B and Cleo up a set of stairs with Pope, Sarah and JJ right behind me.

"You sure this is safe?" John B questions.

"You got a better idea?" Cleo retorts.

"Good enough for me" I shrug.

When we finally reach a higher level we find some old coolers and deck chairs, letting us know that other people have clearly been here before us.

"We can stay here. It's an old hotel" Cleo assures us "Terrance and I squatted here before"

"Five stars" JJ hums, him and the boys rushing off to check the windows for lingering guards.

"Watch your step" Cleo snaps, grabbing my arm and I follow her gaze to see a huge hole in the flooring in front of my feet "Massive sinkhole"

"Shit" I murmur, stepping around it and tugging Sarah with me.

"Oh. Home sweet home" Sarah says sarcastically.

"We gotta get Kiara out, guys" I stress as I make my way over to JJ.

"Does anyone have anything?" JJ speaks up.

"Well, we can't storm the fort. We can't call the cops" Pope drawls off.

"It's not helping, Pope" JJ retorts in annoyance and I pace anxiously.

"We can't even negotiate" Pope continues "We don't know what they want. It's got to be
about the cross or the gold"

"Mm-mm" Cleo nods in agreement "Guys like Singh, it's always about money"