Jett

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Kayden stared at the three of them with his mouth open, not quite sure of what to say. He was caught in between begging for his life and just laughing because of fucking course this would happen to him. Though, just before he could accept his fate, Jinx burst out laughing.

"I'm sorry, I just... his face," she wheezed out, grabbing onto Jazz's shoulder. The other girl just rolled her eyes. "Look at him," Jinx gestured wildly at Kayden with her pale hand, "he looks like he's going to wet himself. He actually thinks we want to kill him..."

At that statement Kayden looked to Jett, eyebrows drawn together and eyes squinting slightly in confusion.

She just stared back at him, face mostly blank except for the fond smile that threatening to form on her lips as she regarded Jinx. There was something almost relaxed about her as she stood with the two girls, her posture was still straight and ready to pounce but her shoulders weren't as tense.

Jazz was the one who answered him. "We're not going to kill you. That would actually be against protocol." She explained with a small half smile in his direction. "Jinx just gets a kick out of making boys double her height want to cry."

Jinx just beamed at him, not at all seeming apologetic over the fact that she had probably been two seconds away from giving him a heart attack. Instead, she seemed more interested in where she would sit. There didn't look to be any more milk crates close by so Jinx seem to decide that she would be more comfortable perched on Jazz's lap. The red head didn't at all seem bothered by it; she didn't even seem to acknowledge it, giving Kayden the impression that it really wasn't the first time it had happened.

Kayden, as he waited for his heart beat to return to its normal pace, let out a relieved sigh. He wasn't even mad about the fact that they had just played a somewhat cruel joke on him. He was just glad he hadn't pissed off people who he didn't doubt could kill without even blinking.

"If you're not planning on killing me then what's with all the ropes? Because I'm all for tying up and shit but I feel like this may be a little less... kinky than what I think it is." Kayden asked, giving his arms a tug again.

"That was Jinx's idea," Jazz deadpanned, sending her blue haired friend an unimpressed look.

"It was to make sure he didn't make a run for it before we told him everything!" Jinx justified indignantly, crossing her arms and pouting at her friends jab at her ideas.

"So... what exactly did you have to tell me?" He asked and watched as both heads turned to Jett. The face she had been making when they were all conversing in Italian came back. It looked like he was going to find out what they had said to make her look so displeased.

"The girls have decided that you have officially become a Person In Need of Protection, a PINOP," she explained, tiredly, as if she'd rather be anywhere else. Though, he'd gathered that that was just how Jett was, she seemed perpetually uninterested in anything. Someone could probably stab her and she'd just sigh at the inconvenience. "One of them knows what you look like and these people won't hesitate to kill you." She explained, looking extremely bored despite the fact that they were literally talking about life and death— his to be more specific. "So as a result they—"

Jazz cleared her throat "we" she corrected, sending Jett a warning look.

Jett pursed her lips "fine, we, have decided that it would be in your best interest if you spent a majority of your time with us until all of this blows over."

"And that means...?" Kayden questioned, wondering if she was really suggesting what he thought she was suggesting.

"If you like living, then you should probably start living with us for a little while," Jinx chipped in chirpily.

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