Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

26 | White Lady

"What?"

"Ryan's dead. I-I went back to the hotel and he was just there...I-I thought someone took you."

"I'm fine, Chris. I was just hungry." I said. "But who would wanna kill Ryan?"

He sighed. "The same person who attacked me...He knew I killed his right hand, so he killed mine."

"But didn't you just get back from doing that?"

"He must've known what I planning. I think he was just waiting to see what I did." Chris  mumbled, shaking his head. "I was so stupid. I shouldn't have tried to go after him. I knew something like this would happen."

His phone started ringing. He grabbed it. It said unknown caller.

"Hello?" He said, putting it on speaker.

"You're getting brave, boy...Did you not learn what happens when you come after me from the events of our last encounter?" The man laughed. "Frankly, I'm surprised you survived."

"What do you want?"

"I dare you to come for me again. You're lucky your little toy wasn't there. You have no idea the things I plan to do to him when I get my hands on him."

Chris stayed quiet for a moment. "Why did you kill him?"

He laughed again. "You took someone from me, so I took someone from you. It's quite simple. You know; an eye for an eye and all that."

Chris didn't say anything.

"I suggest you heed my warning, Christopher. Or else more than one person will die."

He hung up.

Chris threw his phone across the car. I leaned over and hugged him. I didn't like Ryan, but I still feel bad for Chris.

"I'm sorry."

He just shook his head. "I'm pissed he let you go out on your own, but at the same time, I'm thankful. If you were there, you'd be dead too, if not worse."

"It's okay."

"We're going home. I fucked up big time and I have to figure things out." He said. "This wasn't supposed to turn out like this."

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Chris hesitated when it came to opening the hotel room door. I don't think he wanted to see it again.

He pushed it open and stepped inside.

I never knew he cared about Ryan this much. It just seemed like Ryan worked for him and that was it.

The first thing I noticed when I entered the room was the double m written on the wall in blood. It must be a signature or something, because the same thing was on the wall when we found Chris.

Ryan's body was on the floor, blood looked around his head. There was a single gunshot wound in his forehead.

Chris avoided looking at the scene.

"Get your shit."

I didn't have anything to grab, so I just sat on the bed.