“Becca! We have to visit the bistro,” Marlon whispered.
We had decided against taking Jeremy to the station. He was our golden key to taking down Dan. We needed him. So, the guest room was his cell. We tied him up on the bed, arms and legs parted and mouth gagged, seeming as if he was ready for some kinky sex.
Marlon and I were stood by the window, trying to figure out our next move. He had disclosed earlier that the bistro was the gang’s daily hangout and if his suspicions were right, their layout was close by.
Xander walked in, a bottle of water in hand. He didn't even spare a glance towards his son. His expression was stern, exhausted and hurt. He walked up to us, handing me the bottle.
“Drink up!” He ordered.
I suspired, taking the bottle.
“You are welcome, by the way,” he added, rolling his eyes.
“Your house hasn't been reduced to a pile of ashes. Next time
WARNING!Mature content ahead.Cold air kissed my skin as I walked towards the entrance. I looked over my shoulder to make sure Marlon was still in the car and put. He gave me a thumbs up before I nodded and walked inside.The air was full of alcohol and cigarette smoke. I massaged my exposed wound as I took out a cigarette from inside my dress pad. I walked up to the bar and ordered for a lighter before I flipped my hair and made the bistro my audience.I felt a presence beside me, warmth and a strong wave of cologne radiating from his body. I puffed my cigarette, looking ahead. I let smoke escape my pouted lips, waiting. Waiting for his first move."Veterans only!" He confirmed, his voice gravelly.I puffed another, waiting for more. I knew he had so much to let on than what he was putting forth. Smoke flared out of my nostrils as I shuffled my feet. Music blared from behind the bar, filling
The pen fell from his grip as his eyes widened, walking towards me. I slipped on my thong that he had removed earlier as I waited for him to process the information. It was probably a lot to take in. I didn't blame him. It was the least he expected to hear."What!" He asked, shock pasted all over his face."Dan is my uncle. My bully!" I went on."That's why I am opting to take down the gang. I can't allow my bully to run along these streets and he ruined my life," I seethed, walking past him, my back turned against his."That's why he was looking for you. He had pressured some of the members into the assignment of finding you, that it was really urgent.""Jeremy happened to fall from heaven, bringing me to him," I remarked sarcastically.I wanted nothing to do with Jeremy anymore. He used me. Even after I offered help, he remained stubborn, ready to hurt all those around me to get his life back. Dan's death would be the key, not my life.
I scraped a chair against the floor and settled it before Jeremy. I wanted to set things straight before I did anything rash.Xander thought it best to sit him up. He would be able to communicate and eat without much of a struggle for him and for us by sitting him up every now and then. As long as he remained tied up, I didn't have much of a problem.I sighed softly, leaning back on the chair and crossed my legs. A toilet flush resonated in the room, breaking the heavy silence then Xander walked out, zipping his fly. Marlon was also present, stood casually behind me, his body leaning against the wall.Jeremy chuckled, annoyed, shifting his eyes to each one of us."Let me guess, you found out," he stated, voice throaty.I observed him, furrowing my eyebrows."Found out what, exactly?" I asked, honestly.His story wasn't adding up."You wanted to avenge your brother, Justin, but it all rounded up to get rid of me. You chose to pr
"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when the skies are grey..."The song reveberated from the radio as we entered Marlon's house. It felt familiar but at the same time, I couldn't remember it. The embers of my mind were blocked, preventing me from riding futher down that lane."Your parents really enjoy this song. Ray Charles and Bing Crosby's 'You are my sunshine'." Marlon told me as he led me to his living room.His bungalow was really spacious with black and red interior. Everything possessed the colour red or black apart from his gold coated chanderliers and grey refrigerator. He sat me on the couch before sitting next to me, holding my hand."I've never heard it before but I think I know it. It seems familiar.""Because it was the lullaby we used to sing to you every single night before you went to sleep," ! heard my mother say behind me.I stood up as I waited for her to walk up to me. She engulfed me in