Beautiful Crime ※ DogNut

twenty

From the edge of David's camp, Jester watched Jordan's camp through his binoculars and almost dropped them once he saw Adelaide. Like most people, he'd heard the stories about her – she'd become infamous throughout London as the coward who abandoned her people but this would've been the first time he would've actually seen her.

But the reason why he almost dropped them was because he had been informed that Adelaide had been killed but there she was, alive and well and seemingly the leader of South London crew.

Double shit.

Holding onto the binoculars tighter, Jester quickly made his way through the camp and towards The Dorchester Hotel – David's new main base of operations. Running into the hotel, he immediately sprinted towards David's room only to halt when the door opened.

Instead of it being David like Jester expected it to be; a girl with dark chest level hair stumbled out, the door closing behind her as she almost drunkenly rested against the wall beside the door, completely breathless. Her lipstick and hair were a mess and judging by the state of her clothes – or lack thereof – it was fairly obvious what she was doing in his room.

"Dorothy, you know you're not allowed in there." Jester folded his arms over his chest, trying to keep his eyes away from the girl's bare skin and on her face.

The girl – Dorothy – rolled her eyes, wiping around her mouth with her finger before placing it in her mouth, smirking as she walked slowly towards Jester, her legs wobbling a little. "It's 'Your Majesty' to you, Jester."

Jester kept his feet in place, glaring at Dorothy as she walked towards him. "Sleeping with the King doesn't make you a queen, it doesn't work that way."

Dorothy laughed, pushing past Jester. "You're just jealous because I got to do it before you could, Pan-Head."

After watching Dorothy walk down the hall, Jester finally entered David's room, finding him sitting at his desk with a small glass of whiskey beside him. His shirt was open and in a complete state of disarray, like Dorothy, his hair was a mess and it was once again obvious what had been going on.

Jester swallowed hard, placing the binoculars down on the desk, the sound causing David to look at Jester and quickly move to button up his shirt and try to go into professional mode rather than be a boy who had probably just had the best few hours of his life.

David cleared his throat, moving his chair closer towards his desk. "Ah, Jester, have South London crew arrived?"

"Yes, sir, they've arrived just like you said they would."

David nodded once, his hands flat on the desk. "Who's the leader of the South London crew? Is it that bastard what's-his-name... DogNut?"

Jester shook his head, carefully thinking his next words. "Think of someone worse... think of the only person worse than DogNut. The one who wants revenge for what we did... to her."

David paused for a moment, looking down at his desk before looking back up to Jester, his head shaking. "No... I thought we killed her, I was informed that she had been killed."

"It seems we might have killed the wrong person..."

David gripped his desk, trying to calm himself. "If Adelaide is still alive and the leader of the biggest group in the whole of the city, we need her on our side... bring her in."

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Back at Jordan's camp, the group in front of Adelaide had grown, and even some of the older kids had slowly began to come over. Even after all the time she'd been away, Adelaide still had the power to completely enthral everyone around her with her stories – a skill that never really left her.