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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"Ispy with my little eye..."
JJ hummed, staring out the window at the array of trees and mountains below. Thick clouds hovered below them, casting the rich greenery in shadows. It was beautiful, unlike anything Bianca had ever seen before.
Unfortunately for her, the ache in her side prevented her from enjoying it. The weed had worn off a while ago andBarracuda Mike refused to supply her with any more free samples. He claimed he didn't want to corrupt her, and that she needed to tough it out.
"Something green," JJ turned to Kiara eagerly.
The curly-haired girl shot him a deadpan look, "Is it a tree?"
"How'd you know?" JJ leaned back on the patched-up leather seats.
"JJ," Kiara rolled her eyes. "It's been trees for the past five turns."
"Okay- ooh, okay, I've got one. I've got a different one this time," JJ straightened, his eyes widening. "Okay, I spy with my little eye some-"
"Someone who needs to shut up," Bianca snapped with her head in her boyfriend's lap.
"Is it JJ?" Kiara mused.
Her eyes fluttered closed again, "It's always JJ."
"Hey," JJ pouted, tucking a strand of the girl's hair behind her ear.
As much as Bianca loved her boyfriend, there was only so much of 'I Spy' she could take. It didn't help that the cut on her waist was killing her and that no one told her too much weed could actually make you sick. The nausea rolling in her gut only made her more irritable.
JJ's eyebrows drew together at the sight of his pale girlfriend. He turned to Kiara, "Kie, do you mind grabbing the map from my bag?"
"Yeah, sure," She hummed and undid her seatbelt to search for it.
