𝐉𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐘𝐍 𝐏𝐄̀𝐑𝐄𝐙, opens up pandora's box of her past moving from Mexico city to Miami with her gift left from her past lover. In hopes of writing the wrongs of her love story..Will she get her happy ending or get drug back into a life she r...
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"Aren't we all sinners?"
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WE PULLED UP, outside from Fletchers gallery just being a walk away soon hopping out the car. Fletcher's warehouse is right down that alley. Mike pointed as we began to cross the street. "Mike, I wasn't even gonna tell you this." Marcus started looking at Mike then me. "Ugh. Then don't tell me." Mike sighed with a light eyeroll. "No, you gotta hear this you too Jordyn. This is big."He assured us. "I can't die."
"What? Huh?" Me and Mike mumbled at his statement in utter confusion at Marcus's words stopping us in our tracks ."Motherfucker, you did a pretty good job of dying at my wedding a couple weeks ago." Mike so graciously pointed out."But I didn't. Watch." He told us with a concerning grin as he started walking backwards in open traffic. "Hey, Marcus. Hey!" Mike called out chasing after him in the traffic as cars flew by while i chased after them both. "What the fuck is wrong ?" I called out at the both of them trying to not get hit by a fucking flying car. "Jordyn, I don't know what the fuck is wrong with him. I've been trying to figure it out for years." Mike said back to me stopping the cars telling them he's a cop.
"Hey, slow down!" Mike shouted almost getting hit by so idiots car as me and Marcus successfully make it across the busy downtown Miami street without getting hit. "Talk to me." Mike spoke in distress and disbelief of Marcus actions. "You gotta trust, Mike." Marcus told him confidently. "Mm-hmm."
"Trust yourself. Trust the universe." Marcus continued, "Is he on some sort of spiritual journey or some shit?" I asked combing my hair back with my hand. Mike shrugged his shoulders as he was clearly stressing. "Stop that shit, Marcus." He told him as I could practically hear his heart pounding still. "It's not my time, Mike." Marcus spoke with a bright smile. "Oh, okay. So you're saying that if I shoot you in your face, you're saying that you won't die. Mike questioned pulling out his gun point it to Marcus's face testing fate. "Fate dictates that you won't shoot me in the face. "I'm saying... I'm... I'm saying that you saying if I shoot you in your face, are you saying you won't die?"Mike recounted, holding his gun closer. "Fate doesn't deal in hypotheticals, Mike."
"How did Armando let y'all catch him?" I asked walking towards the direction of the gallery while Mike put his gun away and Marcus followed. We walked down the stairs of the gallery taking in the colorful scenery. "Ooh, Mike" Marcus expressed seeing all the candy and treats that held all his sugar desires. Soon walking up to the big bowl of jellybeans, grabbing a handful only for Mike to make him drop each and every one. "Focus man."
We finally found who I assumed was Fletcher talking to some women. "Fletcher." Mike called after him "Oh, my God.", he spoke as her turned around facing the three of us. "What the hell is this place?" Marcus asked, face scrunching. This is my studio gallery. I'm an artiste now. He told us with a slightly agitated smile. Please, you ain't no damn artist. Marcus pointed out only causing me to laugh. It was always Marcus. Fletcher sighs pushing his glasses up with his middle finger flipping off Marcus. "What do you guys want?"
"Captain Howard." Mike stated. "Yeah. I was sorry to hear what happened to him. He helped turn my life around."
"He told us to talk to you." Mike told him as he looked in between the 3 of us. "Okay. Talk to me." Fletcher went on. "I just talked to you." Mike stated frustration fill his face. "Then say what you're supposed to say." Fletcher spoke again. At this point I was getting annoyed. They went back and forth a few more times until Marcus got anxious, "Fucking with us, beanstalk?!" Marcus blurted out, trying to be intimidating. On his tiptoes might I add. "Marcus! Come on!"
"Captain Howard saved my life. I'm not messing this up." Fletcher assured. "I can't say what I supposed to say until you say what you supposed to say."
"Fletcher, is it? just tell us what you supposed to tell us." I finally spoke. His eyes soon met mine as a smile formed on his face. "And who might you be pretty lady?" He spoke in a sultry tone. "No." Mike told Fletcher giving him a look. The same stern "I kill you" look Armando use to give men who looked or talked to me. Fine. Dumbasses. Look. Captain Howard was onto something big. He didn't trust that you dumb fucks would figure it out, so he contacted me. He told us soon complementing hisself with a smile. "Because you're stupid, and I'm a genius." We all rolled our eyes at his bullshit. "So I protected the information IN something. He spoke emphasizing the word in. "In something beautiful." Fletcher hinted looking around at the walls that showcased art.
Soon flexing his face towards since we all still looked a little confused. "Flex your face one more time. Flex it again!" Marcus shouted as I saw something that looked like some sort of barcode in the art show walking a little closer only to turn back to the guys to see a bullet piercing head as she dropped.
"Did you shoot him?!" Mike asked Marcus considering he had is gun out. "I don't think so."Mike expressed wideeyed, sniffing his gun. As people ran frantically. "Freeze!" Marcus shouted seeing the actual shooter heading towards him as we all drew our guns. As his people began to shoot at us also. We all took cover of course Marcus hides behind the big ass bowl of jellybeans he saw when we walked in. And just his luck they all exploded raining down sugar. "ANHGHD" Marcus yells. Causing Mike and I to immediately look over."Your hit???" I ask frantically. He shakes his head, looking between Mike and I."Nah. Black jelly bean. Nobody likes that shit," Marcus yells. I hit him in his arm rolling my eyes. Marcus then begins trying to catch fruit punch out the air. All I can do is shake my head and laugh the question of how my highly trained baby daddy let them catch him still wandering through my mind "Marcus stop that stupid shit." Mike yells angrily.But Marcus continues until I can see a look of resolve on his face.
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Mike and Marcus went to chase after one of the shooter and somehow we end up right back in open traffic. I jumped on top of a truck on to our killers Van. Marcus isn't far behind on the hood of someone's car and tackles the man. But that's when me and Marcus see Mike. Who's still, on the ground, in the middle of the road. Where the huge van is coming at high speeds. Marcus abandons the man to save Mike. Marcus successfully tackles Mike to the side, but I continues my journey on top of the van. I aim my gun to the passenger seat shooting the girl in the passenger seat before The driver shoots back grazing my arm causing me to jump off.
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"Before they shot Fletcher. The wall right there. It's a barcode." I informed Mike as he was refusing attention from medical. "Get one of your tech guys to scan it." I spoke, as a girl with dark hair and and a big blonde guy with and Ipad made there way over to me."Hi i'm Kelly, this is Dorn where'd you see this barcode?" She poke, "Hey, Jordyn and right here." I showed them before soon making my way over to Mike and Marcus again. "Hey guys, I've never really been away from Andrea for—
"Go, Don't worry about it lil J." Mike told me with a smile. Yea, you've helped a lot already. "We'll fill you in, go spend some time with my little nieceypooh."Marcus added as I head on out.
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