Spring Anderson
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I gave Winter a smirk before pouring a drink in two glasses.
"White wine?" I asked, handing one of the glasses.
She took it without hesitation and sat on the couch in front of me, drinking the wine in one go.
"I needed it." She said, letting me pour more wine in it.
"What's with you and that fancy pants you call your boss? In my perspective, I remember you saying 'I am the boss of myself'... What happened now?" I mocked and then winked at her, only to have a glare in response.
"Believe me, it's the worst." She sighs.
"And I agree." Raising my glass to her.
"Can't we just... You know... Kidnap them then take 'em to Raymond? It will be so much easier." I suggested.
"You don't understand, Anderson. The siblings they..." She trailed off, hesitating to tell me something.
"What? Tell me."
She shakes her head and then brings the glass to her lips.
"I want to see him suffer... I want to see the look on his face and compare them to his future expression when he finds the truth."
I was stunned yet she had this smile that I'm not certain whether it's fake or not. But I know it's a gesture that is up to no good. What can I say? Assassins don't do good.
"Spring? Spring, come in." My sister's voice sounded through my earpiece.
"Spring here." I answered.
"We're almost finished."
And that was Winter's cue to rise. It's obvious she heard what Brook said.
She drank all of the wine in her glass then threw it across the room, making it crash onto the walls.
She nods and turns for the door.
"What happened to your neck? Though barely visible, I can still see the bruises." I asked, almost mocking her.
She stops for a brief moment but then continued to leave.
"An ass did it." With that, I can hear her footsteps fading.
An ass huh?
I shrug to myself, bringing the glass to my mouth.
I guess Winter has something in mind to have her fun.
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Travil Swift
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"We need the guys to know how--"
I tuned Jason's voice out, quietly staring at Winter who is looking out the window.
"Dude, the jet is going down and you're not doing anything?" Jason interrupts, fully aware that I'm not paying him any attention.
"The jet goes down for all I care. We're gonna die anyway." I shrugged while receiving his weird look.
"You're crazy. And stop looking at Winter for some reason. You can fuck her in the bathroom if you want." I shift my glare at him.
"Shut. The fuck. Up." I clenched my jaw but the asshole keeps laughing.
"Haha... You're... Hah... All red... Haha... That's new." He says between his irritating laughs.
I was about to hit him when Winter stands with her feet landing the floor with a thud. Both Jason and I stared at her in confusion.
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