"We've gotta stop somewhere for food." Cam groaned.
We had been walking for a few hours, and Cam had been complaining about her hunger the entire time.
"I've gotta get all of my money off of my credit card before every bank in the world closes." I said. "We all should. Does everyone know their parent's bank info?"
"Yeah." Everyone said.
"Also, we can stop at a diner on the way." I said.
"Yes!" Cam exclaimed, doing a happy dance.
I laughed. "Okay, chubs. We'll stop at the nearest diner."
After a few miles, we finally reached a diner.
"Okay." I said. "Load up, but not too full. You need to save some room to walk."
I heard everyone run to the counter, immediately.
I looked around for an ATM. I found one in the corner. There was a booth close to it.
I walked up to the counter with everyone else.
"Okay, I'll have a double bacon cheeseburger, add extra bacon, and a double side of fries. I'll have a large coke with that." Cam was ordering.
I cleared my throat. When she looked at me, I gave her a look.
"Ugh. Fine." She groaned at me. She turned to the counter. "I'll have a water."
She turned around to me, glaring. "I hate you."
I smiled sweetly.
After everyone else ordered, we walked to the booth by the ATM.
"Okay." I said. "In order to empty out our bank accounts without setting off any alarms in the police station, we have to take the maximum amount out until we've emptied. I need everyone's card with your pin number on the paper."
"Aren't you gonna eat?" Trey asked
"You guys eat. I'll find time to eat later."
"No. That's not happening." All of the guys said in unison.
"I'll do it." Lucas said. "You eat."
But-" I protested.
"You eat. I'll do it." He said, gently pushing me into his seat in the booth.
I sighed in defeat. "Fine."
I looked around the table, looking for my cheeseburger I had ordered. I grabbed it, and took a bite. I groaned. "Oh my god. This is amazing."
We all laughed.
I got out my map, tracking from where we were now to Port Chester.
"So, who do you know up in Port Chester?" Trey asked.
"My parents had connections all over the country. When they were working on cases, they would need to talk with local criminals and gang members to get information. So, after they died, I got all of their possessions. Included in those possessions was a book of all of the contacts they had all over the country." I explained, as I got the journal out. "This, ladies and gents, is our key to survival."
The gang gaped at the book. Trey picked it up first, flipping through it.
"What's this guy's name?" Lucas asked.
"George." I said, vaguely. "The less you know about him, the better. He's a very powerful person in the gang community."
"Why are we going to see him, then?!" Marcus asked.
"He's my godfather." I said.
"Why is a criminal you're godfather?" Marcus asked.
"He's, also, my uncle." Cam said.
The boys gaped.
"So, I have a line of criminals in my family." Cam said. "Sue me."
"I have a book of criminals." I said. "Sue me."
"I have a family of lawyers." Jill said. "Don't even try to sue me."
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We left the diner shortly after Lucas emptied all of our bank accounts, which, by the way, took forever.
"I don't care if you'll give me 1 million dollars!" I heard Cam yell. "I'm not drinking from that cup on the side of the road!"
"It can't be that bad!" Marcus yelled.
"Oh, trust me." I said. "It definitely can."
"How would you know?" Marcus asked.
"I don't tell just anyone." I said. "You can hope that I'll tell you within the next 5 years."
"Well, now, I'm curious." Lucas whispered in my ear.
"Well, I still won't tell you." I whispered back at him.
He pouted, jutting out his bottom lip. God. That's too adorable.
"Dammit. If you don't stop making that face, I might just tell you." I groaned, walking ahead of him.
"All I'm saying is, if a red iguana and a blue iguana had a baby, wouldn't it turn out to be purple?" I overheard Jill arguing with Trey.
"While that would be awesome, in that case, the baby would either be blue or red. It wouldn't be purple."
"I actually couldn't care less, but a purple iguana would be bad ass." I entered their argument.
Jill gestured back at me. "See?!" She asked. "I'm not alone in my opinion!"
"I never said you were." Trey defended. "I agree that a purple iguana would be totally badass, but-"
"Then, why can't you figure out how to make one?!" Jill asked.
"Fine." Trey said, exasperated. "If I somehow find a way to defy the laws of science, I will create you a fucking purple iguana!"
She kissed him on the cheek.. "Thanks." She smiled. "That's all I wanted."
Wait. Did she just-? Did they-? She just-. Holy shit.
"Um..." I said, grabbing Jill's arm and dragging her away from the guys. "Jillian, a word, POR FAVOR."
Oh. I may have forgotten to mention. I'm also multilingual. I can speak English, Spanish, Chinese, and Korean. It's a benefit of having multicultural FBI agents for parents. My mom was born in China, and my dad was born in Mexico. They met each other during a case in South Korea. They moved to New York City, got married, and had me.
"You know I have when you call me Jillian, Kylie." She said.
"Ugh. You know how much I hate that name. "
"Kylie."
"Jillian."
"Kylie."
"Jillian."
"Kylie Elizabeth."
"Jillian Mary Anne."
"Okay. Okay. Stop before we get to your whole name. I don't wanna remember all of your middle names. There's like 20 of them."
"Fair point." I said. "Hey! You distracted me!"
She smirked. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said, innocently.
"What's going on with you two?" I asked.
"Okay." She started. "When we were at the motel, I was having a panic attack," I immediately gave her a sympathetic look. "Jill, you should have-"
"I would've, but Trey found me and helped me calm down." She said.
"Aw." I cooed. "He can help you with your anxiety, and he's making you a purple iguana? He's a keeper."
