☆彡 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀
❛ bring me your mouth and your mystery! ❜
sonny hated mysteries,
but she was the biggest
one of all in jj's opinion.
UNDER EDITING
a tasting summer novel!
PLOT outer ba...
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Sonny would know. She'd chased his trail around the whole island and still, he was nowhere.
Other than a 'borrowed' bicycle and a faint blood stain near the chain fence on the main street, there was no sign of John B anywhere. It was like he vanished — disappeared in a puff of smoke. And with Cheryl and Big Head on the prowl in an attempt to find him, Sonny couldn't even ask around and see who had spotted him last.
After a while, Sonny accepted her defeat.
She wasn't going to find him. Not yet, anyway, not if DSC were nearby. He wouldn't risk getting caught. Unless Cheryl made tracks, John B wouldn't resurface.
He would remain invisible to the island, as much as a four hundred million dollar sum was to the Royal Merchant. She would have to leave him be.
