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fourteen; finn's encore

Finn cocked his gun, with a sly smile on his cunning lips–his green eyes locking with Tom's.

"Tommy," he said, almost slurring. Tom rolled his eyes at him–and if it wasn't for the way he clenched his jaw you would've thought he was unmoved. But you knew him, better than you even realised, and Tom was petrified of Finn Gallow. Who wouldn't be, with a gun to their head?

"Skyla," Sam spoke up, "what the fuck is going on?"

At that, Skyla brought her attention to Sam, to her right hand man, and with a wave of her hand the red men had lowered their guns from their upright position, the one that was aiming right at the freckled boy.

"Sam, it's all very simple," Finn said, as he cocked his head to the side simply.

"Shut the fuck up," Sam snapped, and moved his gun away from Melody–and over to Finn's direction.

"Calm down, boys," Skyla said, she ordered. At that, Finn moved his gun away and pointed it towards the ground, moving his finger off the safety. Sam didn't budge, he kept his weapon outstretched and calling out Finn's name.

"Let's have a chat then," Finn offered, taking a seat on one of the red sofas around the room. At that, everyone seemed to have discharged their weapons, even Harry–and the twins looked over at Tom for further instructions. An instinct, an act of pure habit, as only seconds later the twins let their eyes move towards Skyla in wait for her orders.

Skyla was paying no attention to them, nor did she have anything to say about the man holding Caitlyn or the one holding Tom. Harry kept looking over at Caitlyn in small intervals, and you had to guess they were communicating silently–through tingles and lifted eyebrows. Harry did nothing.

As you looked around yourself, it seemed you were the only one who didn't have a gun pointed towards them, and it almost felt intentional.

You realised it was, when Skyla stood behind Finn on the couch, and with a wave of her hand brought a man over with a chair and invited you to sit down. You sent Tom a small look, then you sent one over to Sam, and after taking in a big breath–you sat down in front of Finn Gallow, and his shadow, Skyla Burns.

Another chair was brought around for Tom, and as two men struggled to sit him down–one of them took out a rope from his pocket and tied Tom's hands together. On the other side of you, the man holding Caitlyn had taken her own handcuffs out of her pocket and locked her hands behind her back before he sat her down on a chair as well. He took the key and put it in Tom's chest pocket, but not before giving him a half hearted slap to the jaw.

"Keep that safe for me, yeah?" He mocked, with a voice deeper than you expected. You rarely heard Skyla's men talking, but whenever they did–the bass in their voices echoed through the house.

"Mels," Finn said, "come here, love."

Melody complied, with a slight roll of their eyes, and walked over to Finn–taking a seat next to him. Finn kissed their dark skin, brought a hand over their shoulder, and rubbed their exposed skin lightly. He seemed content to be in that position, Melody less so, and Skyla simply stood above it all.

"What have you found out, then?" Finn asked them, taking a second to look at Skyla as well–as if they were both in on his plan.

"Harry and Caitlyn are good fighters," Skyla said systematically, "but they get far too distracted by each other and their personal problems." Finn clicked his tongue at that, looking over at Caitlyn harshly. She sent a growl his way, but that didn't seem to go well for her–as both her and Harry groaned out when the man behind her pulled her hair back roughly and told her to shut the fuck up. "Harry's a good leader though," she added with a smile, one dimple showing proudly. You heard Sam chuckling to himself, his eyes fixated on Skyla darkly.