Does love really exist, or is it only an illusion meant to trap two lovers? After all, J. Daniel Atlas doesn't do the "relationship thing."
Prequel to "Love is Like a Playing Card"
Only rated "mature " for language (throughout story) and smut (chapt...
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"Hey, guys!" Henley announced as she walked through the door, holding a McDonald's bag. Danny and Sutton jumped up from their seats at the sound of her voice. "We got McDonald's since Jack wouldn't shut up."
"I said it wasn't a life-or-death situation," Jack explained as he set three bags on the kitchen table. "Power still not back on?"
"Um, no," Danny stated, grabbing his phone off the coffee table. "Did you get us something?"
"You're in luck, love birds," Merritt said as the couple left in darkness rolled their eyes. "Before you eat, though, did anything exciting happen?"
"You're sick," Sutton scowled, turning toward her bedroom.
"Whatever fantasy you three have about us, it won't be playing out any time soon," Danny told them as he ate a French fry, following Sutton.
"I have no part in this fantasy!" Jack yelled, grabbing his Big Mac from Merritt.
"Does 'soon' imply it will happen in the near future?" Merritt added.
Danny met Sutton in the hallway between her and Henley's room. "About earlier..."
"Our secrets are safe with one another?" Sutton questioned hopefully. Danny nodded in agreement, the two smiling at one another. Sutton patted Danny's chest as if to lock their secrets away in their hearts. Just then, the lights flicked back on.
"About damn time!" Merritt yelled.
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"We need to fly to Paris," Danny and Sutton announced a few weeks after their situation in the darkness.
"Say what?" Merritt asked in a mocking tone.
"Why would we need to go to Paris?" Jack questioned as he emerged from the kitchen, a leftover monte cristo panini in hand.
"Jack, use a plate," Sutton commanded, and he turned back to retrieve one. She sighed before saying, "It's time to rob a bank."
"In Paris?" Henley exclaimed, a smile growing. "This is, like, a dream come true!"
Sutton giggled as Danny continued. "We aren't going just for fun. We have a plan to stick to."
"Yeah, yeah, Atlas," Merritt waved off. "Let the girl have her fun."
Danny rolled his eyes. "Will you all pay attention?" Sutton eyed him up. "Please?" he managed through gritted teeth.
"Well, since you asked so nicely," Jack rolled his eyes, sitting down on the armchair.
"After looking over the plan completely for the past few days," Sutton explained, "Danny and I think this certain bank is somehow involved with Tressler, but we can't be sure. There's no explanation for anything."
