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Wednesday's POV:

I yank the bag off her head, giving Layla a small amount of time to get used to the light and us. Her head turns around as she looks at the surroundings.

She went unconscious and we dragged her down to the basement underneath my house. Her arms and legs are chained tightly to the wooden chair that's nailed against the wall.

The same chair I use to torture Pugsley.

Layla tries to break free from the chains but is unsuccessful. Her eyes slowly lift to meet ours.

"Welcome back," I say, lowly.

"What the hell?" She says.

A small smirk is planted on my face as I walk over to the table, grabbing a taser and a knife. Enid stands in front of Layla.

She's emotionless. I don't think I should've brought her along. She does not seem comfortable.

"You can go if you want, cara mia," I whisper into her ear as I take my spot next to her.

She shakes her head. "No," Enid says.

Her face is rock-hard now. So she's not uncomfortable, just extremely angry. Just what I need. The smirk is pasted back on my face as I turn back around to Layla.

She's freaking out. The chains move like crazy. "Jason!" She blurts out.

I look at her in confusion. "Jason! Is he alive?" Layla yells out.

I raise an eyebrow toward Enid in which she returns.

"Jason's in danger!" She screams again.

Enid slowly shakes her head at me. It's all a play.

I step towards Layla. "Stop the excuses. You're not getting out of here alive." I say.

She shakes her head frantically. "No, no, no! I need to make sure Jason is alive!"

"Enough!" I yell, turning the taser on and jabbing it into her neck.

Layla groans out in pain and I hear Enid gasp behind me. I pull away, watching her head hang.

"Bitch." I hear her grumble.

I exhale, shaking my head and stepping back beside Enid. "Did you write the note?" Enid asks Layla.

She slowly lifts her head to look at the wolf, and she seethes. "What note?" Layla asks.

Enid scoffs and rolls her eyes, grabbing the taser from my hand and zapping Layla. Taking control, I see. I like it.

"Did you write the note about Jason?" Layla asks soon after she leaves.

"Stop making this about you. We're asking the questions." I say with rage built up inside of me.

What happens if Layla didn't do it? I hear my mind tell me. I'm always right. My gut speaks back.

"Why'd you get a gun?" Enid asks her.

Layla doesn't reply but instead hangs her head even lower. My jaw clenches before I get annoyed. I stomp over to her, grabbing her hair to lift her head to me.

The knife is placed under her chin on her neck. I'm not planning on killing her right now. I rather torture the answer out of her.

"Fucking answer!" I spit in her face.

She takes a long time to meet my eyes, I see a smirk. My gaze softens as I study her face. What is she planning?

I don't get to study long before I'm flung across the room, landing on the floor. I groan loudly. Fuck, that hurt. I look over to see blood coming out of Layla's mouth.

Enid punches her. Shit.

I scramble to my feet, trying to get to Enid in time, but fail as I watch her fly backward.

"Enid!" I yell out, looking at the girl.

I turn my head back to Layla. One chain is already off, she's trying to break out. Not for long.

I pull back my hand, jerking it forward and letting the knife fly. "The note was about Jason bein-" Layla is cut off as the knife finds its target.

The head. Layla falls over in a slump, one arm still chained to the chair.

I breathe heavily before running to my girlfriend. "Enid! Enid, are you okay?" I yell out gently, my hands checking all over, making sure there are no injuries.

I watch her nod as I help her to her feet. She leans to the side, I notice a little limp.

"Is it your leg?" I ask her, worried. Enid shakes her head.

"My hip, I'll be fine." She assures me. I nod my head, taking her word for it.

I lead her back across the room to Layla. We stop in front of the dead girl.

"She's dead..." Enid says slowly.

I don't answer or move. I don't care. I know she's dead, she deserves it. I do wonder though...

What was she saying right before I killed her? Something about Jason, I think.

Has to be about the note or something. I don't know, and do I care? No.

Whether she wrote the note or not, I was going to kill her anyway. No one messes with cara mia's friends.

"What are we gonna do with her?" The girl questions. I place my hand on her waist, turning her body around to leave the basement.

"My parents will deal with her," I say as I walk the wolf out.

She'll be okay. Right?

Yoko's POV:

I read the text that Enid sent me. I didn't bother accompanying them after they captured Layla. I know what Wednesday was gonna do, it's obvious. It's literally Wednesday.

To be honest, I just couldn't join them. My gut told me not to. Because... well...

I still love Layla deep down inside... Like yes, she did do me wrong. But that doesn't mean shit.

It's like Bianca. I still love her too. I think I'm speaking nonsense.

I'm running on like two hours of sleep. I haven't been sleeping too often since what happened between me and Layla. Enid hasn't noticed, but I catch Wens looking at me with worry a lot of times.

She always brushes it off after I notice it, claiming nothing. But we all know she loves and cares about me. And I do too.

She's making my bestie happy. And as long as she's happy, I'm happy. That reminds me...

What am I gonna do about Enid's birthday?

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