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[ Highest Ranking in Fanfiction - #19 ] - June 3rd, 2016
"Then I guess we have to kill them." I then grabbed my gun clocking the gun back making a click sound.
Babygirl, I'm coming for you.
***** Jason's POV
"Bro! We can't kill the GreyHounds!" Khalil said sternly.
"Then what other choice do I have! We are never going to get a deal with them and my little girl is- who knows what! I'm not taking any chances."
"Alright, let's do this... But, first we can atleast try to compromise.
**** "What do you want." Alex the leader of the Greyhounds.
"I need to make a deal..." I muttered. He looked at me and laughed. "McCann wants to make a deal with me.
"You think I want to do this!" I spat, he looked confused. "Then why are you here.
"Why do you care, look do you want to make a deal or not."
"Jason's Daughter got taken." Za said standing up. "Za! That's none of his concern-"
"Your daughter is missing McCann?" He raised his eyebrow. "Look, I just need to make a deal, are you in or not."
"I'm in." He spoke lowly, "fine then I guess- wait what?"
He sighed standing up. "I have a daughter of my own... Same age as yours actually. And if she ever went missing. Boy, I would be ready to go on a full on killing spree.. I'm suprised you're still calm."
"Calm? I'm boiling inside." I gritted through my teeth. "Listen, I know we're rivals and all but, family comes first and if you need to do this to get your daughter back. So be it."
I nodded my head. "So what's the plan."
"I say, we find this bastard and kill him and his family."
"But, what if his family has a dog... We can't kill a dog man. I might be a killer but I'm no damn animal killer." Chaz said seriously.
"Listen, we need to go back to the last time you seen your little girl." Alex stated sternly.
I thought for a moment. "The bus driver."
**** We walked towards the bus stop seeing the a old man looked like he was in his late 50s with a black truckers hat covering his face. We reached the bus seeing the bus door is open, I walked up to the man gripping his shirt.
"Where is she!" I yelled, waking up the scared old man.
"I don't know what your talking about!" He replied sacredly.
I grabbed the guy picking him up slamming him onto the wall pulling out a picture of Jasmine.
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