It's You (Sammy Wilk fanfic)

Chapter 11:

Recap:

I knocked on the door a few time before the door swung open. I didn't expect what was in front of me, and it's probably going to make this "mission" harder.

"Sammy"

"Becca?"

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"What are you doing here?" He asked as he pulled me into the cream colored small house. "I'm here to inspect the house! Do you know where Mr. Kingston is?" I looked around looking for the old guy. "I didn't know you had a job! Oh, and he's using the bathroom wait a minute, but in the meantime come over here baby girl"

He opened up his arms for me to go into which I gladly went in. He leaned down and pecked my lips softly. "You're so beautiful" he whispered in my ear softly. "Stop" I felt me cheeks heat up. "No because you deserve to hear that sentence every day" I went on my tippy toes and pulled him down to my height and kissed his cheek.

"And you're pretty, so pretty" His cheeks were tinted a bright pink as he held me closer towards him. "No one has ever called me pretty"

"You deserve to hear it everyday then" I smirked over at him before pulling out of his arms. I was a little sad but I need to complete my order. I heard footsteps coming our way and I couldn't help but hold the clipboard tighter against me.

"Mr. Kingston" I smiled, cheerfully at the dick. He smiled over at me. He was a white man, with beautiful hazel eyes, blush pink lips, dark brown hair styled up into a quiff, and a stubble. "Ms. Sin! You must be here to inspect my house, I'm guessing! Well come up to my room first c'mere. Sammy go to the basement and watch some television of something, kid" Sammy winked over at me before leaving us both alone.

We walked up to his room which was surprisingly very tidy. It looked like a bedroom out of those furniture magazines. I took out my camera and took pictures of everything before I turned over to him and smirked. "So Mr. Kingston tell me about yourself" he shifted uncomfortably.

"I'm thirty-nine years old. I'm divorced. I have no kids, I work for downtown's TD Bank, and I live here alone. I would appreciate if you didn't ask me questions about me, though" I chuckled before walking over to the door and closing it before turning over back to him. "Trust me you want me to ask you questions"

He shook his head, "not real-" I pulled out my favorite sliver beretta pistol. "Yes you do. Now I have something to tell you Mr. Shit filled bitch if you don't pay Black Jack back the money you owe from the whole year you didn't pay for your drugs, that you ordered for and we gave to you" he actually started laughing bitterly. "Little girl I can turn you in"

"I would be delighted to hear you tell the authorities! Not only would you actually be sunk in more deep shit with the authorities about he drugs but my people will come looking for you and they won't hesitate to pull the trigger of their guns at you" I shot him a scowl.

His face went as pale as paper as he replied, "how much is it?" I put the gun down before saying. "Twelve hundred twenty six billion dollars" his face went more pale, "can I give it to you piece by piece" I nodded, "as long as I get all the money back then I won't ever have to see you ever again"

"Okay" he went over to his closet before pulling out a suitcase and throwing it over at me. "There's twenty-four thousand dollars in there" I grabbed the suitcase and walked over to the door. "Bye Mr. Kingston" he waved goodbye at me but he was still very pale. I closed the door behind me and sighed in relief before looking over to my right.

I was surprised to see Sammy looking at me with a scowl on his face. "What the fuck, Rebecca!" He yelled at me. I furrowed me eyebrows over at him, confused. "What?" I asked. "You're in a fucking gang and you never cared to tell me! What else are you hiding that you low-key are a prostitute"

"I'm not a fucking prostitute first of all and second off all why were you eavesdropping" He stayed silent. "That's what I thought" I pushed passed him and over to the staircase. "Becca wait!" He called. "No, stop. I can't believe you think that low of me, Samuel. Just stop" I shook my head before going downstairs. "I'm in a gang, too!" I stopped in my tracks.

"No you're not" I turned around. "With Jack and Jack, Nikki-" I took a few steps back "no" I whispered. "Yes" I looked up at him. "Why?" He rolled his eyes "you're not the only one with a past here, Rebecca. You should stop paying attention to yourself and start paying more to others" and with that he left. What the fuck just happened?!