(Sequel to Two Gangs and a Golden Girl)
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"If you even think about touching me, I will literally rip off your arm," I growl when Xavier prowls closer. He doesn't stop. His poison green eyes drill into mine.
"I will have you, Marigold, and we will...
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I wait anxiously in the van with Gareth, Falco and Nixon. When I look down at my watch and notice it's already past noon, I grab for my back and start ravaging for my pills.
I've been taking these since I can remember. Recommended by both Father and Mother for my condition. I'm still not exactly sure what that condition is. Father hints at bad memory. Mother promised to tell me when I turn eighteen.
I accidentally shot her before she got the opportunity.
Father doesn't need to know it was me.
"Do you really think Blake will do it?" Gareth asks.
I look over at the dark man and wonder if he's scars mean he's been loyal a lot or a traitor a lot. Subconsciously, I pocket the idea of Gareth stabbing me in the back when he has the opportunity. As a reflex really, I glance at his son. Falco will grow to be a strong member. He'll have to know loyalty before then.
"Blake knows that if he doesn't kill Amber, then Owen, Myra and anyone he loves will die. I even have reports on his mother's location. Blake saving Amber means losing whatever he has left. And I'll just kill my cousin myself in anyway," I explain.
They stay quiet.
I shake out my head when I feel the usual ticking sound. Wondering what could be causing that noise, I glance furiously around the van. There's a feather hanging from the review mirror. I immediately target it as a suspect.
Tik-tik-tik.
When the ticking doesn't stop, I reach out and rip the feather off of it's string. Betrayed, I chuck the feather out of the window. I'm about to pull out my gin and shoot the feather, but two shots echo from Isabella and I look up in alarm.
Next time, I silently promise the feather.
The ticking goes away.
Half a minute later, I spot Blake come running through the shrubs towards the van. I don't miss the red in his eyes as he jumps in the passenger seat.
