"i've been doing my time
like being broke is a crime
but at least i do what i like
and someday, it's gonna
make me money."
or
daisy mendoza is forced
to become friends with
the pogues after putting
herself out there to check
on john b after the figh...
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IF DAISY knew anything, it was how to defend herself. She had always been taught that. When push comes to shove and you've been shoved too hard... it was time to kill.
Daisy hadn't told her parents about what happened at The Boneyard. It didn't matter. She wasn't hurt, and Topper was a piece of shit for shoving her. That was the end of that.
But, she wanted to check in on John B. Topper, who wouldn't have drowned him. He didn't have that in him, but he did some damage with the black eye that she would later see.
Daisy grabbed her metal kick scooter and approached John B's. Again, they didn't live that far apart, but Daisy could shovel down the distance on her dingy scooter.
Once there, she grabbed the scooter by its handles and dragged it up the porch. She gently swung open the door to his château and knocked on the front door.
She didn't hear anything inside but knocked again to reassure herself. Of course, he was liable to be out with Kiara "Kie" Carrera, Pope, and JJ, but it didn't hurt to knock again in hopes of an answer.
Suddenly, she heard a black truck pulling up in his yard. The two men got out of the vehicle and screamed John B's name.
Daisy widened her eyes and beat her hand against the door, practically begging it to magically open.
Nothing.
Her breath quickened as she turned around, only to see the two men closing in on her, their heavy footsteps thudding across the porch. There was nowhere to go.
"You know who lives here?" One of the men asked.
Daisy quickly shook her head, but that lie wouldn't hold up.
One of them stepped forward, his face hard, suspicious. Before she could react, his hand clamped over her mouth, rough and callous, his arm wrapping around her like a vise. The cold press of a gun barrel against her temple sent a wave of terror crashing through her.
The other man kicked the door in with a single, brutal blow, splintering the frame as the door swung wide open. "Where you at, boy?" he shouted into the dark house. "We got your girl here!"
