𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐄𝐒 | jj maybank

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN: I'M LIVING MY BEST LIFE RIGHT NOW

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"okay," pope sighed, "okay, all right, no."

"pope, can you act normal?" kiara replied to him.

"so um, okay. bad news. the ferry's closed, and there's this," he handed a paper to us in the back seat.

"what is that, what is this?" john b asked.

"well john b, uh, this is a good framer of you," jj pointed to the picture on the wanted notice.

"okay so, the whole island's looking for john b right now."

"that's a lot of money."

"congratulations john b, you're famous," jj handed the paper back to the suspect.

"guys, we need to get to the hms. we need small, no running lights," kie suggested.

"that's not going to work," i muttered.

"it's at the chateau, kie," john b added, supporting my point.

"and, i wonder if cops got the entire place staked out. oh yeah, no. they definitely have the place locked down." i mean, that was the entire reason we didn't go back there last night. but i wasn't going to say that though; none of us were really thinking straight.

"yeah, copy that," kie realized.

"let me think. just give me a second," pope sat in silence for a moment, "jj. does your dad still have that boat? the cigarette boat, the phantom. the one he used to race?"

jj gulped, "maybe."

it sucked that that seemed to be our only option, bringing luke maybank's boat into this.

"you could get right up the coast, no problem," pope announced, like stealing a huge boat from an addict would be a good idea.

"okay look-"

"it's not going to be easy pope-"

"the surf's running from like, three to four," kie thought out loud.

"pope, i don't know where the keys are," jj said as pope started the car.

"well find them," he retorted.

"i'm thinking."

"why is no one moving forward," pope said, growing impatient. "what's going on here?"

"that car is parked, pope," i explained.

"can you relax? jj, how much weed did you give him?" kie spoke over him.

"hey, guys," john b suddenly attested, "your car's on the poster."

"fuck," i let out as pope was honking the horn, "hey, you're drawing attention to us pope! stop!" looking outside of the car, we all took notice of a young boy who was pointing and yelling at us.

"shit."

"we got a snitch, pope, turn the car on," jj patted his shoulder as more people started looking our way.

suddenly, a man stopped right outside of the car and pounded on the window, "look, he's right there!"

"hey, we gotta go!" kie yelled.

"pope, turn the car on!" jj repeated, knowing we didn't have much more time. pope tried to start it, but everyone was forming around us and we didn't have much space to move.