Jessica stood frustrated after getting the call from the men she hired. They just threatened her life thinking she had played a dirty prank on them. Jessica groaned, stomping on the now snow-coated pavement. She huffed as her mind raced. "What does he mean lost? Ryan has never lost his watch before. Why now?" She fiddled with her phone, trying to call Emily but to no avail. It said it was switched off. She cursed to herself, finally deciding on a solution. "I need to search Ryan's house," She whispered to herself, gathering her purse and properties and heading to her own home. She got to her own house and gathered supplies she thought she needed. She hastily shoved the black leather gloves in her pocket and the spare keys to his home which he had entrusted in her care. She ran to his house, paying no heed to the harsh freezing weather. Her teeth chattered as the wind hit her face. Immediately she got there, she noticed it was unlocked and busted the door open. She definitely wasn

"Hey, girl!" Emily exclaimed as she watched her friend walk through the door"Hey, you. How are you?" Jessica replied with barely half of her enthusiasm. "Same as always, bae. I've just been a little under the weather," Emily sighed, a sniffle escaping her nose. She rubbed her hand on her forehead, Jessica felt she was checking her temperature. "I tried to reach you,—" Jessica adjusted herself on the couch, taking out the purse from under her, "—the other day.""Oh, I changed my phone." She whipped out a new cell phone from beside her, Jessica's eyes ogled the device following it whip around. It was the latest model of that brand. "Didn't I tell you?""N-no, You didn't," Jessica stuttered, still staring at the item. Her eyes blinked to reality and she shook her head, trying not to be too obvious. "I thought I did," Emily gave her one of her signature grins, and a chuckle followed soon after. Jessica smiled a small curve at the corner of her lips. Emily could have whatever she wante

“You need to get Emily.” Turner heard Jessica speak through the headphones. He froze right in his tracks. A curious Ryan crouched over Turner’s shoulder, his ear pressed against the headphones trying to get a hint of what was communicated. “What’s wrong? What did you hear? What did Emily say?” A series of questions followed each other as his confusion got the best of him. He could hear murmurs through his position but they just weren’t loud enough. “E-Emily…” Turner stuttered, eyes wide and voice cracked. He had tuned out whatever he heard in the headphones, now only hearing his heart pound against his chest. His mind raced, and multiple scenarios came into play. “What’s wrong with Emily?” Ryan got impatient, raising his voice at the older man, and shook his shoulders, almost like shaking him back to reality. “Jessica! She's out for my daughter, Ryan” Turner cried out, taking off the headphones and placing them on the table. The older man looked shaken, for the first time since

“Don’t just stand there! She shouldn’t have to get to Emily before us!” Turner hurried Ryan, pushing him towards the door. Ryan resisted and stopped in his tracks, whisper-yelling at him. “What do you expect me to do?!” He smashed his teeth. “Turner, you’re stronger and more in shape. Put a bag over her head and drag her down to the basement. We’ll interrogate her there.” As much as Evans’s plan sounded rushed, they had to go with it. It was the only plan and it seemed like it would work. “Okay,” Turner nodded, preparing himself for action. He suddenly turned back to them, “Which bag?”Evans groaned and rolled his eyes, “It’s your house, you should know where you keep the bags. Damn!”They frantically searched for bags around the room; raising papers, rummaging through drawers, and moving books and tables. “Wait,” Ryan paused, “Can’t you just cover her mouth with a handkerchief or something? She'd still see our faces. The plastic bag is a bit pointless if you ask me.” He reasoned.

"Evans!!!!" Ryan shouted as he ran towards Evans. When he got there, he saw Evans still breathing with a bullet hole in his left shoulder. "Ev...ans tell me what happened, Ryan said, holding Evans up with his fingers shaking in fear. "They are after you; you need to hide Ryan. You need to take over what your father left for you. You are his only son and the heir to his property." Evans spat out blood as he managed to blurt out the words."You aren't going to die, Evans. You are the only one who can help me find my true self and my true purpose in life after God. I need you, Evans. Don't go." Tears rolled out of Ryan's eyes as he said the words. He felt a slight touch on his shoulders, and he looked back to see Turner, who was drenched in sweat and a red-like substance that turned out to be blood."Did you do this?" Ryan's eyes became bloodshot as his anger grew."Don't think like that, Ryan. We are in this together; Smith had planned this from the very start. He wants us to die togeth