Ch. 7 - "Hey, talking about tattoos. We haven't gotten ours yet."

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(Picture of Liam up there.)

Raven

I happily walked out from the prison cell and went upstairs to ask Blaze about something.

"Wait here," I said to Noah, once we were in front of Blaze's office door.

"Hi," I chirped, as I walked in.

"What got you so chirpy?" he asked.

"I'm here to ask you something," I said.

"That's all you do, when you come here," he muttered, which made me grin.

"There's 2 things we need to discuss about," I said.

"We'll take the most important one first," I added.

"What's the most important thing we need to discuss," he asked.

"When are you free for our monthly brother-sister day?" I
asked, seriously.

We have this monthly brother-sister day, where we are together all day and have fun, because we both want a great brother-sister relationship with each other, and because we're like super busy all the time with Mafia stuff, we HAVE to find a day where we're free and if we aren't free the whole month, we'll cancel our plans for a whole day.

"That was the most important thing we needed to discuss?" he asked, chuckling.

"Yeah, now answer," I answered.

"I'm actually free on Monday and have already planned out the day, since it's my turn to plan out the day," he said.

"Yaaaaay," I exclaimed, while nearly jumping up from my seat.

"But I have to go to school."

"You're ditching. Now sit down. What's the other thing?"

I nodded and sat back down again, "You know I called you earlier about Noah Clarke?" I asked. He nodded.

"I want him to be freed," I said.

"Why would you want that? Isn't here there for a reason?"

"There is," I said, while nodding.

"I asked why he was in prison, and he said he just saw one from the Mafia shoot one," I added.

"I don't know. What if he tells people about us?" he asked.

"As if you care," I said matter of fact, rolling my eyes. He really doesn't, he have a really clean record and always donate money for good causes, so that people thinks he's a good hearted person and so that he doesn't gets suspected.

"Can't he get a chance at the Mafia?" I asked.

"Pleeeeeeeease," I begged for a minute or two.

He sighed, "What I do for my little sister."

"Because of that, you're my favorite brother," I grinned.

"And your only," he added, rolling his eyes.

"Now I'll go out to him and tell him the good news," I said and stood up.

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