(A/N: Look at note at bottom when you've finished the chapter please? Also, I'm only in French 2 so don't shoot me if i get something wrong please? But please do tell me if I get something wrong so I can correct it. Thanks )
"This isn't going to end well."
"Shut up Cal," Luke says, glaring at the dark-haired boy. The two criminals were heading over to the rich side of town to pick up the invitations for the masquerade. In order to be let in to the party you had to have an invitation, and the only way to get an invitation was from Karen Clifford. She was handing them out at the lobby of the most expensive country club in the city.
"How are we going to even face her?" Calum asks.
"We'll just have to control our ang-" Luke starts to say but he is interrupted by his phone ringing. He looks at the contact name and sees: 'My Sweet Angel.' Michael. He laughs to himself at the name his boyfriend put in for himself.
Luke gestures to Calum that he needs to take the call. The two boys quickly find an narrow alleyway and Luke takes the call. Calum leans against the wall opposite of Luke.
"My Sweet Angel?" Luke speaks into his phone.
"Oh so you saw it? Misleading isn't it? None of its true." Michaels voice rings out through the receiver.
"Well actually.... Some part of it is true."
"What do you mean? My sweet angel describes an innocent little girlfriend. Not an evil mastermind of a boyfriend who fantasizes about people's deaths. I'm not sweet and I'm definitely nowhere near an angel. Please enlighten me with what part of it is true?"
"That you're mine." Luke says seriously.
"...... You fucking sap!" Michael says.
"But it's true Mikey, you're mine and not anyone else's. And anyways you love me for my sappy self," Luke says, laughing at Calum's fake gagging.
"Well yeah, I guess I do love you for that but also.... You happen to be a serial killer, and that just so happens to turn me on."
Luke takes a deep breath and ignores the way his dick twitches after hearing Michaels words.
"Er.. Moving on. What did you call me for?"
"I just wanted to tell you guys to hurry up because we've got a lot to get done today before the party."
"Don't worry we'll be fast. I won't be able to be in your mothers presence for that long."
"Ok thanks. Don't be afraid to be a rude ass motherfucker towards my mother! Bye love you!!" Michael says before hanging up.
Luke smiles to himself and puts his phone in his pocket.
"Let me guess, he told you he loves you," Calum says sarcastically, pushing himself off from the wall he was leaning on.
"Oh shut up dick face. He was just telling us to make sure we hurry. Let's go," Luke says, rolling his eyes at his dark-haired friend.
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"I can't do this. I'm going to blow it and I'm going to stab her," Luke murmurs to Calum. The two were standing just outside the lobby of the country club.
"Shut the fuck up Luke. We all have anger issues," Calum murmurs back.
"Okay, you're right. So how are we going to do this?"
"This is what I'm thinking. The woman's a socialite. So, she'll probably be standing in front of a table, chatting to people. The invitations will probably be on the table behind her. We also know that whatever the set up is, she is going to be in the dead center because there is nothing that Karen Clifford likes more then attention. What we are going to do is walk in, keep close to the walls and walk around to the back of the table. I'll take it from there."
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