Unwelcome

23

Ian, JJ, Danny and me all stand around my phone.

"So...."

My phone pings again and we all turn to it.

We've been standing in silence since we managed to kick Luca out.

"Look I might have.." I stop and start again, " I made this deal with someone and I have to keep my end of it"

JJ raises a brow, "What kind of deal and with who?"

I cringe,

"I can't tell you—at least not right now"

JJ glares at me, "What do you mean?"

I run a hand through my hair nervously, "Can you... can you just cover for me for tonight"

"Tonight? There's barely anything left of 'tonight'.." She snipes.

"I know, I know" I chew on my lip, "I just.. please can you?"

She must read the desperation in my voice because her expression softens and she sighs sharply.

"Fine but you have to tell me when you come back"

"thnakyouthankyouthankyou"

"just shutup" She rolls her eyes.

...........................................................................

We tell the brothers that we're going to JJ's house and after their heavy protests we still manage to go.

We split up in two cars. Mine and Danny's.

I park my beat up cherry red car in front of JJ's mansion and get out. Ian follows close behind holding in his arms what I call my 'fake overnight bag' which I grabbed so that Gio would actually believe that we were actually gonna crash at JJ's place.

The idea was originally Danny's but theres no way I'm going to admit that his idea is genius so I'm taking the credit of it instead.

I've got another bag that I'm planning to take with me to wherever Sasha wants to meet up. Currently, I'm chomping on chicken nuggets that I convinced the chef to make me last minute. Apparently it goes against all culinary rules to fry frozen chicken nuggets for such a fancy chef, you should have seen his face when I asked him to make them for me.

Thats not the point here. The point here is just the craziness of it all— I'm eating chicken nuggets to go meet up with the mafia men that I made a dangerous deal with that could end up failing miserably and could end up with me in an unmarked grave while adjusting my knives because I'm armed to the teeth and would hate getting some chicken nugget pieces on because I would look severely unprofessional— which is another thing that could get me murdered.

So there.

I'm doing the most casual things on my way to (maybe) my death.

I dump the bag onto the passenger seat after everyone's gone inside and I've finished rethinking my life decisions.

The location that Sasha sent isn't far so it barely takes me any time to get there.

I recognized the place immediately— the darker part of the city, so I have to find a good place to park my car where it won't get carjacked or something like that.