12.24.07

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8 pm - 5/11/2017

"Dylan, we have to go."

"I can't." he whines. "I just can't, this won't end well."

"Yes, it will!" I reassure him for the millionth time. "It won't if we stay in this bathroom waiting for them to kill us."

He doesn't say a word and just sits still on the toilet. Then he bends forward to pick up a piece of paper that wasn't there before.

"Hello friends," Dylan starts reading it. "I just want you to know that I know you're in there. The whole house is guarded, so you might as well just give up now."

"He's bluffing." I say, but wasn't too sure. "He doesn't have that many men here."

"Des Styles has a lot of men actually." Dylan tells me, not making this situation any better. "By the way, he wants us to meet him in his room. He says he believes he has something that may be valuable to you."

I furrow my eyebrows with confusion. I snatch the letter from him and reread the sentence. I raise my hand to my neck, knowing that is the only valuable thing to me. Of course, my mother's necklace wasn't around my neck anymore.

"Damn it," I say lowly.

"What?"

"My mother's locket, it must've fallen off when I tackled him." I tell him. "That necklace is very important to me."

"So we're giving up?"

"No, but I'm getting that necklace back."

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8:30 pm - 05/11/2017

"I knew you'd come back." Harry smiles, sitting up from his chair. "Thanks for not giving me the trouble."

"Harry, you're a good man." Dylan blurts out. "Please, we won't ever come back here and your father doesn't have to know I'm alive."

I look over my shoulder to see the two men guarding the door.

"Someone's a little scared." I mock, turning my attention back on Harry.

"Excuse me?" Harry frowns, reaching behind him.

I step closer and Harry backs away. "Awe Harold, are you scared I'll attack you again?"

"No, I'm just aware of how skilled you are." he says with a serious expression. "Now take a step back."

"And if I don't?" I ask, ignoring his command and stepping closer. He pulls out a gun and points it at my chest. "Shoot me then."

"You should be careful about what you wish for, doll face." he winks.

"Then why won't you shoot us?" I question. "You had every chance to, but you're stalling."

No one speaks a word. I shrug and walk over to his bed to sit on it. Dylan walks around the room while being watched intently by Harry's guard. Harry kept his eyes on me, confused. I had my eyes on him as well. He didn't have his daily outfit on which was a suit like the rest. He had a long sleeve on with some tight black jeans.

"Don't get comfortable." he says getting angry.

I look over Harry's shoulder to see Dylan eyeing items over the fireplace. I slide back further onto his bed and lean on the big fluffy pillows.

"I sure am tired." I say, unzipping my jacket. I smile when the guards walk up to the bed. "Wake me up when you decide to kill me." I tease, throwing my jacket to the side.

"Do you want me to take her down to the spot?" one of the men asks.

"Is the area ready?" Harry asks and the man shakes his head. "Then why the hell would you ask?"