❝ Fire on fire, we're normally killers
With this much desire, together, we're winners. ❞
Marie Reynolds works as a doctor in Fox River Penitentiary, a male prison. After the tragic death of her uncle, Terrence Steadman, she grows to despise...
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"Not even the first day of your reunion and you're already at each other's throats." Luca joked as he, alongside with Marie, exited the mansion with the goal to find Veronica Donovan and bring her here to talk with Allison.
"You better get used to it." Marie sighed as they neared the Jeep that was parked in front. "Allison is the only person I know that's more stubborn than me. Cue the constant bickering." she smiled as her feet came to a stop.
"So, this is how this'll go;" Marie started, clapping her hands in front of her face, "We go in there and find Veronica, we calmly explain her that I'm not just a ghost and am, in fact, alive." she said in one breath before inhaling, "Then we bring her here, we explain everything to Allison and we get Linc out of there before his execution, which is, like, nearing reallyfast."
Luca just stood there, nodding his head. Upon realizing that Marie was done talking, he let out a chuckle. "Got it, Mistress." he joked, reffering to the name Marie called her sister not even half an hour ago. Marie rolled her eyes slightly before making her way to the passenger's seat.
"And what do we do with the kid? LJ, was it?" Luca asked as he sat in the driver's seat, fastening his seat belt before starting the car. Marie cleared her throat before saying, "Well, I was hoping he could stay here for a while. He's been through a lot these past few days. . ." she trailed away, and Luca nodded yet again. "Sure, he's a pretty cool kid." he snorted, remembering LJ's comment about golden toilet paper.
"What's so funny?" Marie smiled, but Luca just shook his head. "Come on, tell me."
"I'd rather keep it to myself." he commented, a smile plastered on his face as they drove away from the mansion.
. . .
"That's the fucking problem, Daniel. I don't know where she went. For fuck's sake, I thought she was a plant, the chick was in a weelchair." Paul rubbed his temple as he explained his problems to his colleague.
"I don't know, man. Maybe you should just tell Caroline." Daniel suggested, but Paul silenced him with a single scoff.
"Are you serious right now? Tell Caroline? Caroline thinks she's dead! And that Burrows' kid, he ran away before I could shoot his brains out. But you know what, it'll all be better if I just tell Caroline. Yeah, she'll get it all fixed!" Paul snapped, "You know how? By putting a bullet in my head." he took a swig of his drink before slamming the glass on the table.
"She doesn't think I'm confidential anyways." he spat, wiping his mouth before sitting up from his spot and walking away from Daniel.
"Where are you going?" Daniel asked, causing Paul to stop in his tracks and turn to his friend.
"I'm going to finish what I started." he pulled out a gun from his belt and checked to see if it's full. "And this time I'm not going to screw it up."
