They all stopped just outside a petrol station and started laughing.
“Did that seriously just happen?” Dan said slightly stunned.
“Yes, it did.” Florence looked at Gwen. “Why didn’t you shoot her?”
“I wanted her to feel pain; you can see how she clings to him.”
“So basically we are the enemies now and she’s going to kill us.” Nick grinned.
“We need to go pick Riley up.” Florence reminded Nick.
“Let’s just hijack a…”
“Why don’t we get a taxi?” Florence replied pulling Nick’s phone out of his pocket.
After twenty-five minutes they arrived outside a garage which connected to a large modern building. Large one-way windows were dotted around on the face of the building which was located in the middle of nowhere.
“I always loved this place.” Her and Nick shared a look which made Dan uncomfortable.
“Dancing in the kitchen in the refrigerator light…” Nick sang.
“I remember it all too well!” Florence chuckled.
“Taylor Swift?” Gwen enquired.
“Spot on.” Nick winked at her. The garage door opened up and inside there were sixteen sports cars.
“Wow, someone really rich must live here.” Dan gawped.
“I wouldn’t consider myself rich, just clever and cunning…”
“A master hijacker, a thief and okay I’ll give you clever.” Florence interrupted him.
They walked past all the cars and through a door where there were stairs that led up to Nick’s front door.
“So is this all yours.”
“No it’s my dad’s but I inherited it and it’s a pretty neat place.” He said as they entered. Riley was sat eating popcorn watching TV. He turned and waved.
“It’s not so secret now, Riley knows.”
“Oh, I don’t trust him so I blind folded him. He’s still the dark side and his dad is dead, he won’t be too happy about that. He might kill us.” Nick gave Riley the evils.
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THE DRΔW - Bastille Dan Fanfic (Sequel)
FanfictionA murder, a lie and a whole lot of secrets are about to be unravelled. Florence is hiding something and their next adventure will test the limits of their relationship. As Dan breaks all the rules to prove Florence's innocence it looks like they're...