Sh*t! We're Lost! (Sequel to Sh*t! I'm Sorry!)

Chapter 11~ H, for Harrington

Y'ALL I'M IN HOTEL QUARANTINE FOR 14 DAYS! Laughing but also crying at the situation, however it gives me time to write so that's a plus...right?

ANYWAY ENJOY

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Running. Yep, we're fucking running. At ten o'clock at night.

Ryan and I whip on some decent clothes, just after showering and getting comfortable in bed. As soon as my sneakers are secured, I grab a jacket and follow Ryan as quietly as we can down the stairs. Ryan had called a taxi as soon as we figured out the little riddle in the text message.

As soon as we're out of the house, we see the taxi parked waiting for us.

"La Fontana di Trevi, per favore"[Trevi Fountain please], Ryan instructs as we both jump in the taxi, a little out of breath. The taxi driver gave us a strange thought, probably thinking what the hell two 19-year-olds wanted to do at the Trevi Fountain at this hour. Without question, he nods and drives.

My legs were bouncing up and down, and my hands wouldn't stop fidgeting. My nerves were hitting the roof. I mean, think about it for a second, we're in Italy trying to track down our two missing friends because my dad has some sort of secret revenge plot against Ryan leaving his former gang.

Madness.

Before I knew it, I felt a hand softly slide between my fidgety fingers which immediately calmed my nerves. I look up at Ryan with a small grateful smile, however, he looks down at me with sad eyes.

"What's wrong?" I ask after noticing.

"I hate how you've been dragged into this. You were never supposed to be in this position. Never" he answers with a little pain in his voice.

I squeeze his hand which still held mine, and I just shake my head telling him not to stress.

"We're Einstein and Muffin, remember? We move together. No matter what, okay?" I tell him with reassurance. The last thing I wanted was him worrying about me, bless him though.

Diego and Valeria lived only 35 minutes from the tourist attraction. We thanked and paid the driver, and jumped straight onto the street. As soon as our feet hit the footpath, we sprint towards the location. The taxi driver dropped us a few streets away as no cars could enter the area. So, with maps pulled up on my phone, we ran and followed the directions.

But the universe had other plans because right this second it decided to have a classic Alexis moment.

I fell.

When I mean fell, I fucking face-planted onto the rocky streets of Rome.

"Oh geez Muffin, you alright?" Ryan asks alarmed whilst helping me up. I dust myself off, and we continue running as if this shit was the Olympics.

As soon as we reach the fountain, there are quite a few people still gathered. However, not as busy as the day time which is an advantage for us. We both look around, me more frantically than Ryan. The boy could be in a warzone and still act calm.

We continue searching for a clue that could lead us to Kayla and Josh. What we were searching for, we had no idea of. As nothing caught our eye and people began to stare at us like we were crazy, hope started slipping.

I turn towards the beautifully sculpted fountain, intensely looking at it. If I wasn't in such a panic, I would've really sat here for the rest of the night to admire it. However, the fate of our best friends lay on our shoulders, so tourist sightseeing was going to have to wait.

The fountain gave me no clue, I sigh and turn to walk back towards Ryan. Before I could take a step, a hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. I gasp in surprise and turn to face someone unrecognisable.

Before I could ask him who he was and why he just grabbed my shoulder, he handed me an envelope and walked away.

Spooked, was an understatement. I was shaking a little as I watch the man disappear behind the gatherings of people. With my shaky hands, I turn the envelope over which revealed a red seal with the letter 'H'.

H, for Harrington.

I steady my breathing and crack open the seal. Inside the envelope was a key, and attached to it was a small note with an address on it. It read, '36 Everson Blvd'..., my eyes bulged out of their sockets as soon as I saw where the address was.

Las fucking Vegas.

"Muffin!" I hear Ryan shout as he approaches me, "Jesus Christ, please don't disappear like that aga-"

He stopped as soon as he saw my pale face, and his eyes dropped down to the envelope and key in my hands.

Without a second thought, he pulls the items from my hands and reads the note on the key.

"Fuck" is all he says before shoving the key back into the envelope and then into the pocket of his leather jacket.

"What does it even mean? How do we even know that's legit?" I ask him, still completely baffled by the entire situation.

"He's playing games with us, while we pranced about country to country, he was already five steps ahead," he says with both his jaw and fists clenched.

"So, what if this is just another game? How can we even trust this?"

"Because Muffin, 36 Everson Blvd in Las Vegas, is the gang's headquarters".

And for the first time in forever, I did not crave coffee. I craved Tequila. Someone give me a god damn shot, we're about to enter the lion's den.

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I'll update soon my lovelies! Hope you liked the chapter, it's getting juiccyyyy.

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