Pray for the Wicked: The Aftermath (COMPLETED) *UPDATED*

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"Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it."

"Why don't you give me what rightfully belongs to me?"

"Stop standing there like idiots and shoot him!" 

"HEY!!" B shot up, shocked and scared. His heart was pounding in his chest. He could feel sweat trickling down his nose and forehead. "You have a lot of explaining to do so, get up!!" Lucky was at the steering wheel of a 2013 grey Honda Civic in the dead of night. Car lights were zooming by as she sat at a red light. 

"What?" he asked, still a bit dazed. Lucky leaned against the driver's door to look at him. 

"You call me after 6 months of being MIA and somehow lost your memories of everything that's happened? I call bullshit, but you didn't exactly give me a lot to go on." 

"I wish I could give you more. I don't have a lot to go on, but I think I'm slowly getting it back." The light turned green and the car behind Lucky honked their horn. She didn't pay them any mind. 

"Do you even know where you were?" B shook his head. "You were in Spring Valley, next to a strip club. This just doesn't make any sense."

"That all my memories are gone?"

"Yeah. You know Las Vegas better than anyone I've ever met. You've lived here all your life. For you to just...forget is weird, to say the least." 

"You bitch! Just give it back!!" 

B looked out the window of the car. He watched the illuminated buildings pass by. "Do we know each other really well?" he asked. Not much was there about this girl. She felt and seemed familiar, but there weren't any particular memories he could pull. "Based on the way you talked to me over the phone, we know each other well enough that you have good reason to hate me. You mentioned we haven't spoken in half a year."  

"We are...used to be best friends," Lucky sighed. "Partners really. You taught me everything I know and we worked together for a long time. We stopped speaking after the last job we did together." 

"Figure out how to fix this or you can kiss your stupid key goodbye!!"  

B started searching frantically through his pockets. "What are you looking for?" Lucky asked. He pulled out the golden broken key he found in his pocket from before. Lucky suddenly sucked her teeth. "That stupid thing," she mumbled. 

"You know what this is?" 

"That thing is the reason why we haven't talked!" He only stared at her. Lucky took a sharp breath before continuing. "We had a job. That key was the target we were after. It was simple, grab the key, get it to the buyer, get paid. But you didn't stick to the plan." 

"What did I do?" Lucky took another sharp breath. B could feel the anger seeping off her. Whatever he did, it pissed her off beyond anything he could ever think of. "PJ, whatever I did-"

"I went to jail because of you! That's what you did! You bailed on me with the Devil's Key and I got caught. Luckily one of my buddies bailed me out, but I didn't have a criminal record before then. And you don't get to call me by my nickname anymore. My name is Lucky." B took a deep breath. 

"Look, I'm just sorry. If we are or were best friends, then the last thing I'd want to do is hurt you." 

"A bit too late for saying that," she responded sharply. She kept her eyes on the road. B only looked at the key. He examined its details, hoping it would jog some more memories but really just trying to pass the time. He ran his thumb against the break of the key. Some of the points were dull but it was rigid on both sides.  Lucky eyed him a couple of times as she drove. It wasn't long before she pulled into the driveway of his home. "This is your place," she stated. "Do you have your keys on you?"