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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042 homeless and on the run (again)
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The Chateau was more than a place to crash for the Pogues.
It was a shelter. A refuge. It was port after being lost at sea.
To watch it burn... that was hard.
The fire department left a couple of hours ago, salvaging what they could— which didn't turn out to be much. With nowhere else to go before they left for South America, the Pogues huddled together in silence, covered in soot from the inferno.
They sat in a row, staring at the blackened and charred remains of John B's house. Now and then, what little wood remained standing after the firefighters doused the place down, peeled, and collapsed to the ground.
The air surrounding them was still. The wind carried away the most of the ash. Now, it only stained their skin and the smoke clung to their clothes.
"Could've been a faulty electrical wire," Pope offered, bringing his knees up to his chest.
Just as he spoke, another piece of burning debris fell to the ground, taunting him. The fire department told them it wasn't a hazard anymore and the final few flames would die down eventually.
"Place was all wood," Kiara hummed, her gaze vacant as she watched the scene with resignation. "A tinderbox."
"T'ing just went up," Cleo deadpanned. "Boom."
John B scoffed bitterly, "This was just the icing on the cake to our shitty week."
Bianca rolled her eyes, turning to him with a glare, "Okay- I told you. It wasn't the cupcakes."
"Well, what else could it have been?" John B shot back defensively.
"She's right," Pope interjected before they could start arguing again. "It started outside. Fire department said so- quick thinking calling them by the way."
"Yeah, what good did it do?" Bianca let out a tired sigh, resting her head on JJ's shoulder.
Bianca was devastated. She couldn't even begin to imagine how John B must be feeling. JJ too. Both of them grew up here. Even Pope and Kiara sought comfort in this home, which wasn't technically theirs, but always felt like it.
