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The Cut, On the way to the Chateau
BLAKE POV

"So you found the gold?" Sarah asks.

"Hell yeah." I smirk.

"But under and axe murderers house?" Sarah continue.

"Well, yeah, kind of." John b stammers.

"That's perfect." Sarah says sarcastically.

"Except the well is super sketchy deep." I look between the two as we walk.

"Kinda wish I was there with you guys" Sarah says suggestively.

"You'll be there for real tonight." John b answers.

"Is it ok?" Sarah asks hesitatingly.

"Of course." I smile reassuringly.

"Vlad and Val gotta be together, right?" John B nudges Sarah.

"Gross, you guys are making me miss JJ." I rolls my eyes with a small smile.

"Shut up." John B rolls his eyes.

"What I mean is, with the others, are they ok with it?" Sarah stutters out.

"Yes everything's fine." John B lies, I scoff as things were almost the opposite of 'fine'.

"What?" John B asks.

"Kiara said something, didn't she?" Sarah stops walking.

"Isn't she just the sweetest." I say sarcastically.

"No, she didn't say a thing." John B lies again and puts his hand on his hip nervously.

"You're the worst liar I've ever met." Sarah huffs.

"I'm not lying." John B reinstates, I snort at the, one again, lie.

"Look, if she's gonna get territorial—." Sarah starts then gets cut off.

"Just listen. You're apart of this too, you got us the map to Tannyhill. Once we get in there, they're gonna be excited." John B grabs Sarah's shoulders.

"Well that was reinsuring." I say sarcastically.

"I promise." John B ignores my comment and smiles.

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"No effing way!" Kiara paces, I roll my eyes and sit on JJs lap, he wraps his arms around waist, my upper back leaning up against his chest.

"You brought her here? So what? She's in on this now?." Kie continues her rant while pacing.

"Look, all I care about is her cut come out of your share." JJ tells John B. I smack his arm gently.

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | JJ MaybankWhere stories live. Discover now