[𝐌𝐈𝐓 • 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐] She managed to make an insane twenty-six-year-old SANE.
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He has a list in hopes the money will be enough to get him and his flower isolated by the world. Him, Her and Blood on their hands.
( MIT Series • Book 2 )
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┌────────────┐ REECE LITTLE └────────────┘
WORK
HE DIDN'T KNOW why he was so nervous—but his stomach was feeling ill and his heart rate was palpitating, shaking and hitting his ribs. Pressing the cold buttons on his black flip phone, feeling the clicking of the down-button under his thumb pad, each downward press only led to his forehead becoming more damp with sweat. His stomach aching more the closer he got the person's contact. He swallowed, thick and tight, as his throat started to feel like a drought—so dry he couldn't taste the salty sweat on his lips when he glided his tongue over them.
He didn't think he'd feel like this when he decided to go back, besides now that he had time off—working for Mark since he was eighteen with no breaks unless he caught a cold—he enjoyed the amount of free time he had the past five months. Especially when he got to spend it with Maddie, just them, together, safe.
His clammy fingertips stopped pressing the down-button the second his hazel eyes caught sight of his boss' name. Out of the blue, his heart clenched tightly, making him feel like he was unable to breathe, light-headed and needing to sit down. Why was he acting like this? He wanted to go back, for the cash—for Maddie. He couldn't get the money in the snap of his fingers from a minimum wage job, this job he has had for eight years was the only way to get a lot of fucking money in a short amount of time.
He still had the hundred thousand for Maddie's "death", and he still didn't want to even lay a finger on it. It was Maddie's money now—it will always belong to her. Except, he hasn't told her about it—any of it. He hasn't told her about her mother wanting her dead, or that he only "kidnapped"her to protect her from being killed by someone else. He didn't know how to tell her. He's tried multiple times the past five months. However, every time he opened his mouth, his mouth would run dry and the words would disappear from his mind after racing around mere seconds before. Maybe his conscience was telling him it wasn't the right time to tell her? Or maybe the universe was making sure he didn't tell her, because she wasn't ready to hear it?
Only time will tell.
Taking a deep breath, his hands were shaking, like someone with a knife to their wrist seconds before they made a massive decision that could change their life, for the better or the worse. He shook his head, his long chocolate locks bounced from side to side as he squeezed his eyes shut, eliminating his thoughts, and reminding himself that this was for Maddie's and his own future.
He pressed OK and in seconds Mark's number was dailing. Reece pressed the flip phone to his ear, waiting, feeling his gullet build up with bile, turning and twisting uncomfortably to the point he was afraid he'd vomit.
Fuck me. . .
"Reece?" He sounded confused, not expecting a call from him. "How are you?"
