Sex Lord

1 : "Get in the car or i'll shoot both of your balls."

"What do you mean that's it?" He yells at me while looking into the black gym bag of cash.

"That's exactly what I said. I told Stephen that wasn't all of it but he insisted it was and for you to count it, sir." I say, trying to keep my calm. Although I am into this, I can't take being yelled it; it makes me tear up.

We are currently in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of the huge Los Angeles town.

Secluded and dark, just how Dylan likes it.

He then pulls out the money, slowly counting it by the hundreds.

"900, 1000, 1,100." He mumbles, keeping his eyes close on the money as if it'll grow legs and run away.

"9,100...9,800." He stops, his smile fading as quick as it came.

"A, this isn't half of my damn money. Where's the rest of it?" He asks in a form of a statement.

"Sir, I don-I don't know. That's all he gave me, he swore it was enough." I say, trying not to piss him more off than he already was.

"Amelia you're out of he-" he starts but gets interrupted by the door being forcefully open.

"Sir, Cole is getting impatient. He keeps demanding that you come out." One of his henchmen say, opening up the only exit out of this large room and dark room.

"For the last time, tell him to shut the fuck up, I'm in the middle of some bull-" he paused. "Actually, bring him in."

"Sir, you, I mean, are you sure?" The dimwit says, as Dylan looks at him with so much rage.

"I'll, yeah, I'll go get him." He says quickly, closing the door behind him.

"As I was fucking saying, Amelia, I didn't think I was going to keep you anymore." He starts, " but I have a deal with you."

"What kind of deal?" I ask, knowing this doesn't sound good at all.

"Well it's not a deal really, you do it and I won't have you slowly tortured until you're speaking Russian. You're going to-" he gets cut off again, by someone coming through the door.

"Dylan how many times do I have to call you for to understand that mother had wanted us to come home. She worries about you and you can't keep doing these sort of thi-."He then gets interrupted by Dylan pointing his head towards me, signaling that someone else was in the room.

"I don't care if your girlfriend hears this, Dyl. You need to stop respecting mother like this, you know she thinks highly of you but you know  she won't if I go and tell her what you really do instead of going to work everyday."

"Cole, goddamnit, shut the fuck up for once. Sit down." He says coldly, pointing to the chair next to me.

"Now, I have a mission for you guys." He starts, "Cole you are going to go with Amelia here and make sure everything goes as planned."

"WHAT?" Cole, I presume, yells. " THATS NOT FAIR AND YOU KNOW IT."

"Yeah Dylan, I can- I can handle myself" I butt in, not wanting to be stuck with goody goody Dylan number two.

Did I mention they look exactly alike?

"Dude, no. Im not getting caught up in your druggie business to help you-"

"GO WITH HER or say bye bye to your perfect record" Dylan smirks, looking straight at Cole.

I don't know what that means but it looks like Cole does as he huffs and starts to walk out of the building.

"Follow. Go."

"Go-go where sir?"

Dylan sighs, "to Stephens. You guys are going to go get my money back. All ten thousand of it."

Slightly nodding my head at the impossible task at hand, I walk out of the room.

I catch up to Cole and look over to him with my car keys in hand, as we approach the garage "can you drive?"

"Drive? Car's are lethal to the earth's atmosphere-"

"Can you fucking drive, Sprouse?"

"No," He spits, a sour glare on his face.

"Thought so, now get in the damn car"

"you can't make me do any-" he starts but I cut him off.

"Get in the car or I shoot both of your fucking balls"

"Okay okay, I'm going. Geez lady. "

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LOL. BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH ANOTHA BOOK. COLE BOOK TOO CUZ OOOOO GIRL HE OOOO

QOTD : DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS

AOTD : WELL, SUPERNATURAL SAYS THEY'RE REAL SO I GUESS I DO TOO.

XOXOXO, SAMMM

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