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he said, setting it gently on the pavement next to her wagon. I rooted around the glove compartment until I found an old envelope and a half-dead pen. “Write your number. In case she comes back.” Dante nodded, scrawling his digits in large block letters. Then he folded up a few bills and tucked them inside. “If she doesn’t have a phone, maybe she can use this for a payphone,” he muttered. I glanced up at the heavy clouds overhead. The air had shifted the kind of stillness that came before another downpour.

Why do I still want him? My phone buzzed, and I picked it up, expecting it to be a reply from Bree, but the name I saw made a mixture of excitement and surprise creep in. Damian: What are you doing? I read the text again, my heart somehow fluttering. I lay on my stomach and typed away. Me: Nothing. Just watching N*****x and chatting with my best friend. I watched as the three dots reflected, meaning he was typing. Damian: N*****x huh? R-rated?

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I asked in a snarky voice. “Fine” He answered standing up and walking over to the phone and picking it up. They still used landlines in the catacombs, since cell phone service wasn’t great down here. “This is Dimitri, code Echo, Sierra, Tango, Hotel, Echo, Romeo. I couldn’t help the huge smile that spread across my face. The code to call out was my name. When he saw my smile he rolled his eyes, and let a small smile spread across his own face. He held out the phone for me to take it and make the call. “Code confirmed” The operator answered

“We’re sending it to Twerkley.” “His head will explode, you know that, right?” Nathan chuckled. “That’s the plan,” Kimmy giggled. “Ok, squeeze in together,” Nathan directed. We did, and Nathan snapped a picture. He sent it to Twerkley on my phone. “Where is Dante, by the way?” I asked. “He’s recording his commercial today,” Kimmy advised. “Oh, that makes sense,” I replied. My phone rings with a message immediately. Nathan looks at my phone and starts laughing his ass off.

🔷🔷🔷 Liam It's a little after midnight when my phone lights up the ceiling from my nightstand. I've been laying here for the last two hours trying not o think of some way to help the clueless King brothers save my best friend from her abusive alcoholic mom and all the bull shit that comes with her. My phone vibrates on the night stand and I groan while reaching for it. Typing in my passcode I go to my text app and sit up like my bed was on fire when I see the text that's come through. Dante: Li it's me, can you bring me my change of clothes I have at your house to this address. ### Main Street.

He was about to fall asleep when his phone rang. "Bro, what's up?" Dante yelled into the phone. "Nothing. How are you? Wait, no, where are you?" Dimitri asked, sitting up on his bed. "I'm at Club Spasms. Medora city. I'll be staying here for a while. I have a small job I need to take care of." Dante said. "How's your mission?" "It's going great. I'm gaining their trust and all. Very soon I'll be able to lure them back. Can't wait, Bro." Dimitri replied. Dante was the only person who truly knew about his identity.

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

My pulse jumped as I dug out my phone and laptop, both screens flaring to life at once. My fingers hesitated over the keypad for only a moment before I typed to Dante: Be ready. Send me the account information. My thumb hovered, then I pressed send. My jaw locked. I was getting my fucking hotel back. Whatever the cost.

I seriously can't stop smiling, something good is finally happening for me and I have no one to tell. Picking up my phone as I lay on my back I open my texts with Damien, even though we haven't spoken all week and he was only at school for 2 days I have to tell him, right? This is his win too he helped just as much. Deciding to text him I send a simple 'Hey' no one can ignore a simple hey, no matter who's mad at who.