*COMPLETED* (18+) MATURE
Wrong number...usually a person would delete the number, right? A mistaken text leads to blood money and danger. Chris Johnson, a gender fluid male, receives a text from a mystery guy who shares a card number. Aware that i...
At 5:20 am, I kneel before my desk, feeling my stomach turn and jump at the typed out email on the screen. Lillian traced the card for information and found an email: RyRy03@gmail.com. Of course, she used a blind server while doing so. We're still safe. "I vote no to sending it." John crosses his arms and gives everyone around a, 'dare to disagree,' glare.
Wiley plays along, not wanting John to blow up again. "We made it this far, that Chris guy got caught because he's not us."
"We'll get caught too...one of us will slip up," I argue.
"Tim, we have guns just like they do." Lillian raises her chin confidently. "We just gotta stay on watch and take shifts."
John nods. "That or hit it out of here...Canada is our best bet."
I laugh sarcastically at this suggestion. "Oh, yeah, we'll be safer there, thank goodness they don't have technology to track us." I let my neck fall into a low slouch and massage my temples. I sigh, then peer up at Wilson, who hasn't given his side yet. "What about you?"
"I don't know...it's a lot of money to lose...but it's dangerous to keep." He stares at his twin brother, sternly, standing by his word.
"Fuck that." John marches over to my computer and goes for the mouse. I jump up to block his path.
"Come on, guys, not again!" Lilian throws her head back in annoyance.
My hand covers the mouse; John's hand presses down atop mine. We share a competitive glance-a burning stubbornness. "Go with your gut! Why do you think you're struggling with this decision, man? Because it's wrong and unfair to the whole team. Stop being selfish!" He yanks the mouse away, tearing the cord of it from the monitor.
"No, I'm being smart." I slyly guide my hand to the keyboard, my eyes go to Ctrl + Enter...I can send the email that way...I have to be quick, though. Hopefully, we'll be spared. If not, we'll have to run.
John notices that I'm thinking over a plan; his gaze goes to the keyboard. DO NOT LET HIM FUCK THIS UP!! In a flash, I shove him away from the desk and press the keys...my heart picking up to a damaging pace. The email sends....the computer swooshes with a notification of a sent email. Adrenaline hits me...pumping my muscles and my confidence. John lands punches to my sides, combo hits; air leaves my lungs and pain rocks my body.
"FUCK!" Lillian tries to intervene but it's too late.
John and I begin tussling, knocking each other to the floor, kicking, throwing blows, grunting and kneeing. John knees my mouth. I Instantly taste iron and feel stinging; a warm liquid fills my tongue. I throw a punch to his jaw, which lands, then I scoot backward, pushing off the floor, and search for a weapon. No way I'm beating him one on one...he's too dirty of a fighter.
Lillian grabs John from behind, caging in his arms. He thrusts and tries to break out her lock, but she uses all of her might, turning red in the face and seeming constipated with strain. Blood drips from cuts on his face. My body screams in hot soreness while a river of blood leaves my mouth. The twins freeze in shock, staring at streaks of blood on the floor. My eyes go to the computer screen, glad that the email is out.
To: RyRy03@gmail.com From:
From: HackBaitDiamond10@gmail.com
Hello,
Hack Bait Diamond services are responsible for the off-loading of $2,962 from the card number ending in 7509. My team and I ask for disassociation. We are only a third party in this exchange. In return, for this request, the team will remove the card server and never interact with the funds again. The second party member will deal with returning the funds. Hack Bait will rewire those funds back to the primary payment. This process is currently in the works.
On our behave, we are sorry. Hack Bait Diamond
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