𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐊, 𝗃𝗈𝗁𝗇 𝖻 𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽𝗀𝖾

29: 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗

The black sky and grey clouds were replaced with the blue sky and white clouds, signaling it was now day time out in the Outer Banks. The sound of the soft waves could be heard, along the with seagulls chirps as they flew around the beach and the Chateau. Other birds also occasionally flew around, chirping happily as well as they didn't notice the four teenagers on the docks behind the Chateau.

The Maybank siblings and Kiara had been able to find John B as he had went back to the Chateau after trying to search for Ward Cameron, going back to his old house but he couldn't see the older man there. Y/n felt relief flow through her body upon seeing her boyfriend okay as he could be. John B also felt relief.

He couldn't help but think that Ward might have tried to, not hurt himself physically, but someone he loves. And that was his girlfriend who he currently had his arms wrapped around tightly. As JJ and Kiara sat on the railing of the docks, the couple sat on the ground, the brunette's arms wrapped around the e/c eyed girl from behind.

John B had informed the three of them about how he had gone back to the Crain house where the gold was, seeing it was being sold by Ward Cameron. Inside the well, all of them felt devastated when they found out Ward had gotten all the gold. Only mud and dirt could be seen if someone went into the well.

"You sure he got everything?" Kie questions.

John B nods, resting his head against Y/n's shoulder. "Every bar. The whole enchilada."

The other three watch as the Routledge boy carefully moves his arms away from his girlfriend, letting out a grunt while taking the cast off his left hand that was covering it. The three exchange glances, knowing fully well his hand was exactly healed all the way yet.

"It's not like I expected a happy ending or some shit." John B tells them as he throws the cast off to the side before wrapping his arms around his girlfriend again.

"John B--" Y/n starts quietly.

"What, baby? Don't worry, it's a hairline fracture." John B assures, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

Kie sighs. "You know, John B, you should care about that. Your arm's gonna be messed up for life."

John B holds his hand up. "It's fine. See?"

"Guys!" A voice loudly yells out.

Immediately recognizing the sound, the four all look over as they watch Pope sprint down the docks and towards them. All of them took notice that he was wearing his suit that he was supposed to wear for his interview. Stopping in front of them, Pope was panting heavily as he rested his hands on his knees.

"How was the interview, Pope?" JJ asks.

"Don't ask." Pope breathes out while glancing to John B. "JB... Look, I'm sorry, dude. About everything. But I don't have a lot of time, and I have information that is tactically relevant. So, before I had my interview, my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane. Because it was too heavy, it needed a longer landing strip to take off. So, I'm there sitting in my interview, thinking to myself, "Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off? What could be so heavy to weigh it down"?"

"Gold." The Maybank siblings realize as Pope had gotten theirs and the others attention.

Pope nods frantically. "Exactly. Guys, this is our chance, but it leaves tonight, and we have to go."

"Guys, we can't give up now." Kie adds, standing up.

"What's the plan, baby?" Y/n questions, all of them looking at John B.

John B smiles. "We're gonna steal that shit back."

The four couldn't help but smile at his words as JJ, Kie and Pope all rush down the docks, laughs leaving past their lips. With a little smile, John B stands up, holding his hands out for his girlfriend, helping her up to her feet. When she stood in front of him, he leans forward, pecking her lips softly.