"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
“Why are your filthy hands in Jessica’s bag?” Emily flared, voice resonating through the whole room. Ryan remained still like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes were widened and his lips formed an ‘o’ shape still in shock fromt he roar of her voice. Emily’s sudden outburst attravted attention from Jessica and Turner who internally cursed at Ryan. Jessica rushed to the living room, finding Ryan sitting suspiciously close to her purse. She snatched it from the couch, eyes narrowed at said man. “Don’t tell me you were trying to steal from me?” She accused, a scoff leaving her lips. She began to rummage through her purse trying to check if anything at all went missing.“I wasn’t stealing,” Ryan spoke, his eyes searching the house looking for a reasonable excuse to give. His eyes caught the device fit snugly in her hands, and sighed to himself.“Jess, didn’t I warn you? This puppet? I’m still trying to understand why you went back to him. And why my father all of a sudden decided to
“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
"No! No! No! No! We are not using my daughter as bait, Evans," Turner almost went ballistic. "Did you forget what happened to Ryan?" He pointed at the younger man. Said man stayed rooted to the couch, watching Turner explode. His tongue pushed against his cheek, hands rubbing each other to generate heat. "I get it but-" Evans started. "But? No, no, you don't get anything. Don’t even start. What were you going to say? But what?" Turner shook his head violently, waving a silencing palm to his face. “Really? In this game?” He let out a slight chuckle. "My daughter is not going to be one of your test subjects to a theory that might be totally off." His eyes were almost bloodshot, veins popping out of his forehead."Turner, you need to calm down honestly. You need to chill out man. I'm not saying we're using her as bait exactly. I never even mentioned that." Evans walked towards his friend, trying to put his palm on his shoulder. "I said we put her in a vulnerable position and confr
“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.
"Wait!!!” There was a slight pause in the room, and Evans stared at her with a hint of chaos in his eyes."I don't want you to call him; he would definitely want to kill you." Jessica bent her head, trying to make them believe she was on their side and prevent them from calling the authorities."Darling, you don't have to worry about me. If I were to die, it would have been from financing you," Ryan said with a smirk on his face as he called the number."I can't believe my daughter became friends with a money lover like you. You wench, Turner said, holding his fist up. "Stop it, Turner; she isn't worth it," Evans said as he waited for Ryan to have a conversation with the person she planned to take on Emily with."Hello, I want to report a crime of kidnapping." Ryan finally spoke up as Evans and Turner both directed their focus towards him. "You want me to leave Jessica if we want Turner's daughter back?" Ryan repeated as Turner's face became bold and a death glance fell upon Jessica
"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
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"A scream was heard, and this caught Ryan's attention as he moved to find cover in case a shooting spree or a gun war was happening around the corner.He looked further to the sight of the incident; the out-roaring bar had suddenly become as silent as a graveyard. He became scared, trying not to release his fear as he sprinted towards the side of the bar closest to the bar window. He looked inside, taking a little peep, as he saw a female figure holding a gun, pointing it towards Rashy, and a low, grunted conversation was heard."What do you want with me?""What else do I want except for your vast knowledge and unpaid beauty?""You know what you can take. I will give you whatever you want; just don't kill me. My father will pay a huge sum if you let me be."."I will save you, princess.""Don't be a nitwit and just lay your ass down.""Nobody gives me the great warrior of the east a lash back. I will make sure you pay for this. Eat dust" A loud so