Poisoned Waters | ✓

|𝟎𝟒| "𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐮𝐩"

   𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 with anything Monet saw, she tried to deduce as much as she could about Westley's new life here. He seemed comfortable, the apartment she stood in was open, airy, with big, Canary Wharf-esque windows. Quite unsafe in her opinion, he could be sniped at any point.

   The last twenty minutes before he left consisted of him gushing about how much he missed her and that he didn't want them apart ever again; so he made sure that the front door was locked when he left.

   Monet was fine with it, she used the time to clean herself up with his working water, fresh clothes, recently stocked foodstuff and finally devise how she could lodge a bullet in his skull.

   Westley wasn't the sweetheart he was portraying, and it was evident that he had fooled everyone around him, Monty was beyond convinced that he was worried sick. They didn't even know the degree of the destruction he'd caused.

   Monet cleaned her blades and counted her stock of ammunition. She was clean out. Knowing they'd taken every full magazine she had, she grunted. Escaping with guns blazing was now out of the window. Regardless, she strapped on her holster and held onto the empty pistol then equipped herself with her knives.

The front door finally opened and West had returned, followed by two pretty girls, one being South Korean and the other, a petite African. They squealed when the found her eating some fruits. "Bro! She looks just like you, a whole copy of West!"

"Nah, she's definitely cuter than him, look at her hair!" The black girl didn't waste time in eloping her arms around Monet, who was still beyond confused.

"Mo, this is Zara —" he referred to the Asian girl, "— and the clinger is Sasha. They wanted to meet you, since Noah kept quiet about your identity," Westley explained.

"Yeah, the fucker, and he tells me everything," Zara tutted.

"Obviously not, then," he rolled his eyes.

All Monet did past her chewing was merely wave. Sasha didn't hesitate to scrutinise Monet's hair. "You should let Noah braid your hair. Your hair is so bloody beautiful, girl," Monet smiled.

"How old is she?" Zara asked West.

"I'm twenty-two," Monet spoke up.

"Calm! That means you can come drinking with us tonight," Sasha said, finally releasing her.

"Uh, no, she only just got here and you lot want to poison her already?"

"That's dramatic, it'll allow her to get to know everyone. How about it, Monet?" Sasha smiled at her. She shrugged, it was better than being locked in the apartment, she wanted to at least know what she could get out of being here. Sasha cheered and hugged Monet again.

"Whatever, I'll see you lot there, then, I need to talk about the training sessions I'm planning with Mack," he muttered, he turned back for the door and Zara quickly stopped him.

"Training for who?"

"The youngers,"

"But I thought Noah said that we wasn't gon' do that for another few months?" Sasha questioned. Monet idly listened, confused but intrigued.

"Yeah, well Mack and I think it's a good idea, so I don't care," Monet had to hold back her reaction, this was typical for Westley, to go against everything someone has planned to do just because he doesn't like it. His usual template for destruction.

"West, you and Mack always do this bullshit," Zara rolled her eyes. "not to mention, it never goes well."

"And Mack always gets praised for having 'intuition', and it's my stupidity that's the fault,"