The Unfinished Business (BOOK 2)

Chapter Thirty-One: "I would kiss you..." he says, slowly. "But you kinda stink"

Chapter 31: "I would kiss you..." he says, slowly. "But you kinda stink"

Amelia's P.O.V

Her beady eyes narrow down on me and her footsteps get closer and closer the less I move away.

"Sh*t!" I yelp out, as she pushes me roughly onto the ground. She claws at my face and I hear Bree shouting at me to get up. What the f-f-f...

"You should watch your back" she snarls at my face, dropping some spit onto me in the process. "I took some lessons"

As I scrunch up my face in disgust, I punch her right in the gut. "Lesson 1 Samantha, never try to act smart. Whoever taught you to fight, clearly doesn't know what they're doing."

She gets off the floor and stands in a fighting stance. "Come on then. Don't be such a p*ssy"

I scoff, "Me? A p*ssy? You clearly don't know me. Look instead of fighting-"

The air gets knocked out of me as she punches me in the stomach, making me lean forward. She takes the advantage to kick me in the backside making me fall onto the floor.

"Lesson 2" she says, standing back. "Don't stall"

I grit my teeth together, "That's it b*tch" I shout, getting pissed off. "Let's do this" I get off the floor and run towards her going for her hair. I yank it hard and pull her by her hair to a table. "Maybe your last lesson should be" I seethe, as I repeatedly hit her head on the table, "Is not to mess with a Dilaurentis". I bang her head one more time on the table and Bree comes up to me as we watch her fall down.

Bree slowly claps and shakes her head at the same time in amusement. "You know you shouldn't negotiate with someone like Samantha". I shrug my shoulders and look back down at her. "Nice work though girl" she says, with sass.

I laugh at her and bend down to pick up the key that's buried in Samantha's pocket. I quickly take it off her and we sprint to the money. We get behind the box and I slide the key in. "Damn it, it's not turning" I grunt, using all my force.

"Here let me try" offers Bree. She takes my place but neither does she open it. "Oh wait look" she says, stopping what she's doing. "It's asking for a passcode"

"Crap" I mutter, "How can we possibly know what it is?"

"Yeah well we haven't got time to play games" she mumbles, reaching onto the side of her belt and pulling out her gun. She stands a few meters back before shooting onto the keypad, the bullets echoing around the hall.

Immediately an alarm goes off and we look around hurriedly.

"Look it's open!" I yell to Bree.

Bree looks at the glass box to see it shattered into peices. Without thinking any more, I grab the check and carefully fold it into my pocket.

"Stop right there!" shouts a deep voice.

Bree and I turn around and we gasp as we see a group of armed men charging towards us.

"They've got the money" shouts one, in the distance.

We run out the hall, into the corridor and we stop hesitantly.

"Which way?" asks Bree, over the commotion.

"Just run" I scream.

"I guess we're not taking the lift then" she yells, beside me as we run down the corridor and towards the stairs.

"Harry!" I shout, picking up my walkie-talkie.

Immediately he picks up, "What's happening? Where are you now?"