Lost (in Your Emerald Eyes)

T W E L V E

WARNING! Before reading this chapter, check out the "foreword" of this story. It should be the first part of it. You can find the possible warnings to the story there, and if you think you can't handle some of those heavy topics, it's highly recommendable to stop reading the story.

This chapter will introduce/continue some of the topics mentioned in "foreword". WARNING!!

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The tiny hairy man made his way into the old garage, through the miniature door in the back. Knocking on the door thrice before undoing the four locks on it, he was faced with two muscular men who looked much like him, only about three heads taller.

"Beast," one of the two greeted, the other simply nodding, eyes flashing reverence as he bucked his head at the short man.

"How's the girl?" the tiny guy asked with his incredibly low voice.

"Stopped screaming."

"Good." Then, handing a newly bought mace to the quiet man, he clarified, "If she starts screaming again."

They moved to a private lounge where a few others were nursing some beers, playing poker with thousands of dollars, just for fun. "Sir," one of them said, all of them immediately standing to show their loyalty to him.

"Beast," another said, eyes wide, with a smirk on his face. "Jones has a girl."

"A girl?" Beast asked, frowning deeply, not believing it. "He only cares about his alcohol. And when the hell does he have time for girls? Usually, it's women."

"No, boss," the same man said. "Not Jones junior. The third."

A smirk appeared on his face, eyeing the way everyone in the room cringed. "A girl? Are we sure this one will stay? He has had his fair deal of bitches..."

"Well, we can't be positive, but, it's the same one that he rode his bike with a week ago. They went to the drive-in on Sunday, and right now, some of the guys followed him to the diner in Riverdale. He's outside, smoking, and it might not even be about the girl, but it could be."

The man offered Beast his phone with proof. The short man smirked, looking at the picture of Jughead's hand on the girl's back from Sunday. They weren't facing the camera, but the crown beanie on his head, accompanied by the jacket proved it was him.

"A blonde, huh?" he mused. "She seems perky. Not his usual style."

"We believe she's from the Northside, boss," another man spoke up.

Beast hummed, swiping right to see a live camera of the boy in front of the diner, waiting for something. Or for someone. "If she's from the Northside, the mission will be risky. Keep watching them. We can't get any girl, especially if she's from a rich family. Make sure Jones has decided to get attached. No need to get some slut he's just occasionally with, like the last ones. It's not guaranteed the Serpents would do anything if it's just a random one."

"Yes, boss," the room echoed.

"I don't want to hear anything more about that for a month, understood? Right now, we need to focus on the girls we have. Talking of... I'm in a mood. Where's the latest? I always love to see them trying to fight back like dolls," he laughed.

"Let me show you, boss," the quiet man from the doorway offered.

"Let's go."

Jughead smiled, tossing his cigarette away when he saw Betty approaching him behind Pop's. Her nose adorably wrinkled up at the smell as she reached the boy, frowning a bit. "Can you please stop smoking? It's not good for you, and you stink."