|| Second Book! Can not be read as a stand-alone || Read The Secrets Of Finnley first!
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."
After getting in a lot of trouble, Cristian tried to pick up his carefree life again. He focusses on...
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- Friday, December 1st -
I really should get out of bed, but I can't seem to find the energy to do so. I've skipped school the entire week and I've had a fight about that with both Nathan and Oliver.
Both would like to see me go on with my normal life, like it's not a big deal Finnley got sold and disappeared into a dark world.
He really could be anywhere right now.
Then there's also the fact Emma gave a lot of information about Jeff when they questioned her; like the fact Jeff never targeted anyone specific. He wants to retaliate on all of us for ruining his profitable business as a pimp.
We all had a hand in dismantling his network of trustworthy helpers, so we'd all have to pay for it. Finnley is simply his first victim.
It also caused the police to hand out panic buttons to both Stan and Nathan, since Emma stated they would eventually become Jeff's targets too, for helping us.
There's a door slamming shut, along with footsteps on the stairs. Since Nathan already left home, I'm scared shitless, scrambling out of bed to get myself a weapon to defend myself in case I need to. In this case, the baseball bat I keep close during sleep.
There's a knock on my bedroom door and I do realize that no sane attacker would announce his entry with a simple knock on the door, but you can never be too sure.
I hold up the baseball bat, ready to swing it into action. In case of emergency. That's when Oliver pushes the door open.
"Put that down before someone gets hurt." He keeps his sweet distance, although he does come across as amused. "But good to know you're cautious and careful these days."
"What are you doing here!? You scared the living shit out of me."
"Do I look like a person who cares about your living shit?"
And here I was, thinking we'd become friends. "Don't ever scare me like that again!"
"Or else? You gonna kill me with a cute attempt of being a bad boy?"
"Your never-ending sarcasm is a blast."
"Took years of practice. Now get dressed." He turned around, already leaving the room to give me some privacy.
"Where are we going?" Since I have a feeling Oliver has another brilliant plan to find Finnley, I'm already partially dressed when he answers.
"School, off course."
"What? That's why you're here?"
"Yup." He walks back into my bedroom, holding my backpack in one hand, my keys to the house in his other.
"I'm not getting out of bed for school," I deadpan, sending him a cold glare full of annoyance.
"Well, but you're already out of bed and almost completely dressed," – his eyes roam over my naked upper body shortly – "so you might as well join me. Hurry, because Sam is waiting outside and I don't think he's a patient person."
