*Picture of Faine*
The boys and I have a pretty good idea of where Jeremy might be. But first we have to make a pit stop. We're about to make deal with the devil.
"And how are my men? The same men who turned against me to follow a traitor," Harrison says with a smirk spread across his face. There's power in his voice, as always.
I take the bag in Faine's hand and place it on the table in front of me. Harrison eyes Faine for a good 30 seconds without break. Then, he signals one of his men to pick it up.
Harrison is a tall black man with blue eyes who had a tattoo reading "Love Hate Relationship" across his arm with a skull beside it. He looked the type to steal a girl's heart and her life right after. Scratch that, he IS the type to do that.
When the bag is no longer in sight, Harrison smokes a little bit. Then he asks me, "What is it you need exactly?"
"Jeremy ditched us, just like you said he would. And now we want to make him suffer. So we're coming back to join your end."
Harrison snickers at my words. He takes his time in standing up. "It doesn't just work like that. You see, you can't just turn against me, then come up in here, bring back something that you stole from me and knew I needed to proceed with my plans, and expect to be accepted silently back into the crew. Yeah.. no. Not happening. It's gonna be a little harder than that to get back on my good side."
Neal takes and heavy and angry breath. Faine and Nickson follow him. I reach my hand out and signal for them to calm down.
"There's gotta be something you want. Money... gold.... Someone killed..."
Harrison's eyebrow raise at the last thing I mention.
"Oh I see. You want someone killed. Give me a name and where to find them. The job will be done before tonight," I have on the most confident voice.
"Jeremy. I want him dead. He has a girl with him. I want you to bring her back here, unharmed and alive. You have one week," Harrison is serious with his tasks, "That should be more than enough time. Be slick about it. And don't even think about coming back if Jeremy's head isn't in a case displayed in my office."
All four of us nodded our heads and shuffle away quickly. We had the instructions, now we just have to carry them out.
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Teen FictionAbandoned as a child. Found and raised by a widow. It's shocking the life I live. But not as shocking as my kidnapper's who I might have actually, kind of, sort of, fell in love with... My friends are barely holding up without me. And my only famil...