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JOJO’s POV Two Months Later… They were graduating high school today but Josephine would always go back to that day each time she passed the workshop. She and over three hundred graduates passed by the workshop today but no one spoke about it. They had all forgotten. It felt like they'd forgotten everything linked to him along with him and that made Josephine sick to her stomach. One month ago, She, Junnev, and Jeremy were hanging on for dear lives in the hospital. Of their three cases, Jeremy’s was the most baffling because apart from the external injuries he suffered from the accidents and the cement, the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him. So why wouldn't he wake up? They closed off Jeremy in a special room for “intense observation purposes,” that's what they called it. They kept him there until he was cleared for flight to be transported back to America. Junnev knee joints were broken from the weight of concrete. He’d woken up during the surgery, his tone mighty
Dian's POVI deftly scratch my itchy nipple and stifle a yawn. The uncomfortable study chair groans as I shift my stiff ass, trying to get some relief. I adjust my specs and look down at the table to avoid the withering looks I'm getting for disrupting the peace and quiet.I should have worn my contacts, I look like a complete dork.“Will he think I'm cute?” I wonder, peering at the phone screen next to the strewn notes on the table, willing it to light up. Nothing happens.Where are you, Justin?I ask the universe for the thousandth time in the last four hours. It's a school night and almost time for my curfew but here I am, stuck in the study cafe, waiting for my crush because earlier at school today, rumor spread that Justin Kingston was going to ask his crush out on a date and I've been crushing on Jeremy since I knew what a blush meant but he never responded to my little hellos in the school hallway, so color me shocked when he chats me up–omg! he has my number–then asked to meet
Dian's POV I'm sitting tight in the back of the blaring cop car when the engine stops, the door opens, and a hand is stretched towards me. I place my clammy hands into the officer's sure one and I'm pulled out of the car. I puked twice during the ride here and I've never had a gag reflex incident but ever since I saw the blue uniforms it feels like my insides are all mangled . I stare at the red cross on the revolving doors of the hospital entrance and an unexpected shiver racks my exposed body. Goosebumps line my bare arms and a coat is tucked over my withering frame. My feet get heavy as we near the main entrance and I look up at the bald cop, “C– can we st– st– stop for a minute… my legs are a little weak.” I sit on the pavement leading to the entrance, beside me there's a well-groomed row of blooming pansies and I get lost in its sweet scent. How can a place so tragic smell so sweet, so sickly sweet it hurts... Everywhere. I'm still lost in my thoughts when the other officer
Dian's POV Seven Weeks After My Parents' Burial… “rrrrrrrrrr! rrrrrrrrrrrrrr!'' The school bell peals indicating the end of another horrible school week. I shuffle along the crowd of students gunning for the door, my head covered in a black hoodie. I'm almost at my once shiny locker–now marked and tattooed with stalker, psycho, four-eyed creep– when I hear Kingston's booming laughter from the far end of the crowded hallway. He throws an arm over Claire Eastwood's shoulder, his fingers flirting to breasts that mysteriously grew into a C-cup over the summer. He pulls her head in for a kiss but she turns away at the last moment with a shy smile. I realize they're heading in my direction and make a U-turn with a composure I don't feel but luck isn't on my side. “Hey, it's the four-eyed stalker!” Someone hollers. I freeze and the entire hallway bustling with kids keen to leave school suddenly quietens. I can feel everyone staring at me and then Kingston ices the cake, “Hey, creep!
JoJo's POV Four years later... “You're really okay with this?” Aunt Sherry gives me another once over. “Of course, Mom,” I squeeze her stiff shoulders, “I'm social media influencer Jojo Dukes of the KMJ Gone Girls', not psycho stalker Dian Fibarthorn.” “You know we'll call this off the moment you say the word.” Uncle Will chirps from the back of the car. I look back at the Manhattan Mansion and I don't feel any itch. I won't miss the nosy neighbors who gossiped about the mysterious couple and their dour-eyed kid that moved into the huge house they'd been eyeing or the enormous space in the house that was always void of humans or fun memories. I won't even miss my biches. Speaking of, my screen lights up and I see two new messages from our group chat. A wide grin splits my face. Mal: @Me, U gon yet??? I need me ur logins to get these for our next vid. (sent a pic) Moscow has some crazy ice skates. 😏😏😏 Ken: I miss u Jo 🤧🤧🤧 Me: Not❌❌❌ on ur deathbed @Mal Me: Ah mis
JoJo's POVMake-up ✔️Camera ✔️ Go live! 🎬I click the red Go Live button on the Instagram app. Unsurprisingly, I have three thousand views increasing by the second. Dozens of reactions and comments flood my phone and I read a few,Sandrakisme: What are you wearing gurlll💘💘 them lips be smokin'Jainleo&san: Your make-up is super flawless Jojo😭😭😭 We need another facial routine🤧🤧🤧Charle4twix: What u say Jo😜😜😜, a thousand bucks for one night, I tip well🥵🥵🥵I swing my gaze to the camera on the top of the screen and slap on a wide smile. Let's get this over with.“Hey! It's your girl Jojo from the KMJ Gone Girls and next week we're hosting The POAT #partyofalltimes on our beach house out here on the West Coast to celebrate our last year in high school,” The comments blow up with excited messages.I fake a pouty look and reply a mention, “I'm sorry @Ariay, it's strictly invite-only.” “Now, we want y'all in our party, so we're giving out a hundred slots to our top fans bu
JoJo's POV“I'm gonna murder you biches!!!” I yell at them, splashing around as my hands break the calm surface of the chlorinated water in slapping motions.My heart bursts at the sight of my two best buddies and I realize how quiet and lonely it'd been without them these two weeks. I missed these bitches.Mallory has taken position on my lounge chair and my headphones are now blasting some shit rock music while Ken tosses off her clothes, revealing a pale two-piece. She cries her excitement and jumps into the chlorinated water before I can stop her.“Mallory, you witch! Get out of my chair and drop my headphones!!!!” I yell like a Banshee while the bitch calmly tugs the headphones up and gives me a quizzical look, “You say something there?” She smirks and I want to wring her neck.I flip her off with two itchy middle fingers and she cracks up like the witch she is, a smile draws on my tight lips before she pops the headphones back on.Ken blubbers as she breaks through the water su
Jeremy's POVI take a bite of the red apple and watch the juice slide through my fingers down the length of my arm and on top of the pristine counter. I force myself to ignore it as the tic starts and I count backward in my head.1011, 1010, 1009, 1008…The silence of the moment is punctuated by teeth-crushing apple bits and the steady drip of apple juice.My phone buzzes and I glance at the notification.Unknown: WE KNOW WHAT YOU DID THAT NIGHTMy incisors bite sharply into the fruit, leaving a gaping hole in its place as the cell pings with another notification from unknown. I count before I read.999, 998, 997, 996…Unknown: WE HAVE PROOF I make a quick work of the fruit and toss it in the bin then find the kitchen rag and vigorously wipe the counter according to my counts before heading to my room. The apartment is silent until the phone buzzes again. My expression furrows and I remember I have a loose end to bind.Watching my mother die when I was eight broke something critical
JOJO’s POV Two Months Later… They were graduating high school today but Josephine would always go back to that day each time she passed the workshop. She and over three hundred graduates passed by the workshop today but no one spoke about it. They had all forgotten. It felt like they'd forgotten everything linked to him along with him and that made Josephine sick to her stomach. One month ago, She, Junnev, and Jeremy were hanging on for dear lives in the hospital. Of their three cases, Jeremy’s was the most baffling because apart from the external injuries he suffered from the accidents and the cement, the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with him. So why wouldn't he wake up? They closed off Jeremy in a special room for “intense observation purposes,” that's what they called it. They kept him there until he was cleared for flight to be transported back to America. Junnev knee joints were broken from the weight of concrete. He’d woken up during the surgery, his tone mighty
Kendrick tried to stand but her ears were ringing so badly from the explosion so she used her hands to cover them and suddenly there was a semblance of peace in the chaos that had become the world. Kendrick blinked debris and dust from her eyes as she looked around, trying to find a familiar face. She couldn't see past the dust that had formed from the explosion but she could hear the awful screams and the rapid-fire gunshots and those sounds would stay with her forever. Bullets were flying left and right and Kendrick knew she had to get out. She needed to get out of there before she got hit by a stray bullet or before the ceiling caved in or before she died from a heart attack so she put one leg in front of the other and trudged along. The dust was settling and she could see certain parts of the building clearer. She looked around the unconsciously fed bodies of men to see Jeremy and Junnev covered with debris and as she got closer to them, her mouth widened in horror. They wer
Jeremy couldn't comprehend when the plan started falling apart but it had in fact… fallen. Lying in front of him were two bodies, Josephine was lying on the dirty ground, blood pouring out of her chest, yet she tried to sit up. Jeremy ran to her and took her trembling body into his arms, trying to apply enough pressure on her wound but crimson just kept flowing to the ground, steadily forming a pool of red around them. She’d run into the line of fire as he shot at her kidnapper. Why did she do that? Why? He racked his brain for a tangible reason but came up empty. Next to her was the masked kidnapper, they called her The Mistress. He had heard tales about her horrible doings since he'd been a tween, each one more fearsome than the last yet here she was, fallen by a mere bullet. She was dead. “Kila!” His father's men called from behind and he whipped around to see Maxim holding onto his bleeding neck. Apparently, the Mistress had decided his father would be her last victim.
“You are more like a pirate than an actual cop,” Junnev sparked after Burkely ended the call. “I am retired, Kid. Besides, all my years of following the law and reporting everything I saw left me without a wife, a roof over my head, and eventually a Jobless alcoholic with no future except nabbing one man.” “That's…” “Pathetic, I know.” Burkely fished out another stick of cigarette. “I'm a living, breathing bundle of addiction!” Burkely finished his tirade with his arms spread apart– eagle form on the sidewalk with a wide smile, pasted on his face as horns blared from vehicles passing by them. Junnev tugged his hands down and hissed through clenched teeth, “Control yourself, Old man. We don't want to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves.” Burkely shrugged out of Junnev’s hold and glared up at the kid, “Don’t call me an old man. You know my name, so use it.” “I'll call you whatever the fuck I want since you are the one who keeps forgetting,” Junnev responded with angry sparks
Something was wrong and Doc was certain, it had something to do with Josephine. The Dukes couple and their men were currently situated close to the bushes, away from the main road. Their men were well hidden with their guns and rifles in the surrounding bushes while waiting for the signal from their bosses who were inside a parked reporter van down the road. Doc was furious, anxious, and more so, scared as she got out of the van and paced down the length of the road. She tried again and again to get a hold of Jeremy Vongov but his line was switched off. “I told you we shouldn't have trusted him.” Will quipped from the back of the vehicle. “This is no time to point fingers, Will. Something bad has happened and we need to do something.” “How about you get Mallory and Kendrick and their friends involved? Get them to track down Jeremy.” Doc turned away from her husband, “It's too dangerous Will, why’d think we've been knowingly throwing them off course? Our hackers will easily h
“There was something in the air,” Jeremy thought to himself as he stalked to the back SUV where his father was already seated. Maxim looked composed and rather cheerful as he watched his son get into the vehicle from his side eye. “I told you no one was to touch her,” Jeremy growled in a chilling tone. “Oh, stop your grumbling, we have a big day ahead of us.” Maxim waved him off and grabbed the glass of vodka on the armrest, taking a healthy swallow. Jeremy schooled back his features and settled for a stiff smile, “Yes, we do Father.” “Good,” The vehicle sets in reverse and slowly pulls out of the driveway then it accelerates as the driver moves down the road and silence settles in the vehicle. Jeremy uses the quiet to finalize his plans by sending out a few texts and receiving a confirmed reply. “Tell me boy, how did your talk with the redhead go?” “That's none of your business.” “Humor me.” Jeremy locks his phone and focuses on his father, “Why do you care?” “Because yo
JOJO'S POV The truth hurts, doesn't it? Jeremy steps into the room right after his father slips out and goes into a full-on wrath when he sees me in chains and I want to slap him. I want to punch him so hard in his nutsack that he feels something's wrong down there each time he takes a step. Motherfucker, I want to stump on his ugly heart and crack it into a thousand tiny pieces. Pieces so tiny, they'd be impossible to place back. I want to break him. So badly it hurts to sit there quietly and do nothing. Which is what I’m doing when the chains are finally gone from my wrists, instead I ask, “What happened when you were eight years old?” He stiffens and his eyes turn into a void. “Jeremy?” I call but it's like he can't hear me. “Jeremy?!!” I call louder, shaking him a little. “Uh, Josephine?” “I asked you a question.” I probe, not letting up. His eyes harden to black stones, “It's none of your business.” “Of course it is, I want to know how you came to grow up in Ameri
Maxim Vongov Maxim's teeth grounded to his jaw as he realized how much time, his son had taken. It was time to make the trade and Jeremy was nothing if not time conscious. The kid was getting sloppy. He watched from the monitors as Jeremy kissed his girlfriend goodbye and left the room. Maxim turned to Yuri, “Make sure he's detained properly.” “Another safe house?” “No, he'll come with me but I want him restrained, twice as much as before.” “I'll get it done, boss.” “I want an audience with the girl.” “I'll arrange it, boss.” “Good and make sure my son doesn't know about the little visit.” Yuri nods his acquiescence just as Jeremy bounds into the room and Yuri subtly leaves. “To what do I owe this pleasure, father.” Unsurprisingly, his bastard of an heir didn't look very happy to see his father after locking him up in a house for more than twenty-four hours. “Did you tell the girl?” He bares his teeth at his father, “That has nothing to do with you.” “The fucking ingrat
JoJo's POV I wake up in his arms, feeling the warmth of his body heat fanning against my skin. His breath is shallow but when I crane my neck to see, his eyes are shut. He's asleep. I need to pee, so I try to untangle myself from his arms but they only tighten around me. “Whereareyougoing?” His deep voice is a gruffy rasp and I feel its feathery weight on my skin as he rolls us to the other side of the bed. “I need to pee!” I whisper-yell, squeezing my sore thighs in impatience. “Okay, okay.” He begrudgingly lets go of me and I slap his chest before I scurry over to the bathroom. In my birthday suit. At this point, I can't be embarrassed about rushing off to the bathroom barebacked with him in the room. Not after he’s fucked me ten ways to Sunday. I bend over to pee and I realize Jeremy cleaned me up earlier and that single thought has me holding onto my chest and hyperventilating in the kitchen sink. What does this mean? Why did he clean me up? Does this mean we're togeth