Revenge... (Clinton Cave.) 16+

11.

Mitchel's POV//

I walk into the clubhouse, but as soon as I enter, Clinton and Marie on the sofa had caught my eyes. I sneer and roll my eyes. "Oi." I yell, this was my sad attempt at trying to startle Clinton from his oh-so-sweet nap. "Clinton!" I shout a little louder, seeing him flinch and grumble.

"What!" He mutters sleepily, his arms wrapping around Marie's passed out state. "Marie's dad has been arrested." I spat, seeing Clinton's eyes shoot open. "What." His eyes land on mine. "What for?" I hear him. I tut and shake my head. "Do you remember the drugs that Pat had planted on him?" I tilt my head, seeing him nod. "Turns out the police found it." I finish.

Clinton stared at me, a shocked expression upon his face. "So you can keep the whore for as long as you like." A devious grin now replaced the shocked expression.

"God, get some fuckin air-freshner. I'm choking on the stench of sex." I spoke with a snarky tone, now walking into the kitchen for a drink.

//Clinton's POV//

I stare over at Marie's drugged and sleepy state, hearing her snore lightly. I crack a slight smile, God, this girl was now mine forever.

"Do you think we should take her shopping? Get her whatever she wants to soften her up a little bit?" I suggest to Mitchel. Mitchel walked over the door-frame, fake gagging. "Are you serious?" He uttered. "Are you trying to get caught?" He continues, "Plus, she's been here for what, max half a day. Give it a few weeks before you spoil the whore." I spot him rolling his eyes. "I feel like I've known her for months." I admit, glancing over at her again. "God." Mitchel remarks. "Anymore of this lovey-dovey soft shit, I might just have to vomit." He grumbles. "Just because she's the second woman to ever be in your life, it doesn't mean that you need to go soft on her. What the fuck happened to our plan, huh? This shit was your idea after all." Mitchel argues.

I stare over at Mitchel with narrowed eyes. "I just fucked her so fucking hard, she won't be walking for weeks. She deserves at least a little bit of sympathy." I spat. "Oh god, spare me the details, Jesus take the fuckin wheel." Mitty now walked back into the kitchen, grabbing his drink and taking a sip.

Marie and I had slept for just over 3 hours, surely the drugs started to wear off. But as soon as I thought of this, I hear sleepy whines, my eyes instantly looking over to Marie. "C-Clinton?" Marie stutters sleepily, her hand gripping my shirt. I lower my brow in confusion. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I don't feel so good." The girl responded, covering her mouth. She was gonna be sick.

"Mitchel!" I shout, hearing him curse. "What." He spoke bluntly. "Get me the fuckin bin." I growl, "Let her choke." He remarked.

"Just get me the fucking bin you idiot!" I shout louder, hearing Mitchel heave a sigh and grab the bin and dragging it towards us. As soon as it was placed in front of her, Marie shot up and her head was soon over the edge. She hasn't ate yet so she was just bringing up my cum from earlier.

I pat her back in order for her to get it all out, holding her hair back also out of her face. Moments later, Marie had finished, her hand wiping away the spit on the corner of her mouth. The girl now stares up at me, gulping. "Are you okay?" I ask, seeing her nod slightly before laying back again.

"Do you want anything to eat? A drink perhaps?" I offer, "Just water please." Her voice quivers. I tilt my head and nod, standing up and dragging the bin out into the kitchen. "God, don't tell me you're soft for her." Mitchel sounded disgusted. I slam the door and stare at him. "She's clearly not well, Mitchel." I respond. "Those are side-effects from the drug you used, you idiot!" He hissed. I lower my brows before sighing. "Enough." I grunt. "No!" He remarks. "Stop treating her like a fucking child, She's a fucking whore, her father is ruining our goddamn business." Mitchel spat.

I sigh and walk over to the sink, grabbing a clean glass and filling it with water. "Not anymore." I grunt. "You really think he's gonna stay in that police station?" Mitchel starts, "He's the fucking president." He continues.

"Enough, Mitchel!" I shout. "Do you really trust that whore on her own also? God that's a dumb fucking move." Mitchel carried on. I ignore him, walking towards the door and opening it.

"See!" He guffawed.

I lower my brows and grit my teeth. The sofa was empty, "Back off, you fuckin idiot." I spat, "She's probably in the toilet or something." I notify.

I walk deeper into the living room, feeling a cold draft. This is when I notice the front door wide open. My eyes widen. "What did I say, huh?" Mitchel laughed. "who's the fuckin idiot now?" He snarls, stepping towards the front door and looking out. "Nope." He glared at me, "She's gone. Good luck explaining your story to the police when she tells them everything."

I place the glass on the side and rushed towards the front door, going outside and frantically searching for Marie. "You gotta be fucking kidding me!" I shout, "This is your fault you cunt!" I stare at Mitchel. "You left the door unlocked!" I end.

God what was I gonna do now? I've lost her, and i'm now i'm big trouble.

//END OF PART ELEVEN!//

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