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Chapter 3 *
"My donut has a hole in it." 💕

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"What are we gonna do with the girl?"

Again, the girl is me right?

In that case,

Marry me.

"That's for the boss to decide, Luc." The smart looking one with a hot face and lustrous hair said.

"She is pretty cute y'know?" the one with a baby face and beautiful lips added dreamily.

Duh, I'm cute.

Lucas just rolled his eyes at the comment.

"Yeah," The smart looking one with a cool accent I couldn't decipher agreed. "Don't you think so too, Luc?"

"She is, but she's definitely not my type." Luc said.

You're not my type too, cute looking idiot!

Okay I lied.

"So we gon' wait for the call or what?"

Oh no, are they waiting to kill me?

They probably are...

Yay I can't wait to meet Lucifer in hell.

I heard he's really hot!

They continued talking and I needed to hear more so I glued my ear closer to the door; eavesdropping on their conversation.

Sue me people!

The door opened widely and I figured I had rested on it too much so I lost my balance, lurching forward as the door gave away.

Oops, busted!

"Oops, um, my bad," I held onto the frame of the door for balance as I laughed nervously. "I thought this was the bathroom."

Bathroom? Seriously Scarlett? That's the best excuse you could think of?!

Well this guy believed it-- I meant the one with a baby face, pink lips and blue eyes.

They all stared at me incredulously with amused smiles on their faces even Lucas. But his smile disappeared in a flash.

"So, who are we gonna kill?" I asked, shutting the door behind me as I registered myself on a chair, feeling comfortable.

"You." Smart looking one said with a serious face.

"Wow that's-Wait me?!" I asked, panicking.

"He's just kidding." cute baby-face said, walking towards me before settling right next to me. "I'm Talon,"

"Hey, Talon. I'm Scarlett, just call me Scarlett," I said, dumbly.

Talon chuckled. "Okay Scarlett, Is it okay if I call you Scar instead?"

"Of course."

He smiled at me as I nodded, returning his smile.

"What's your name?" I asked the smart-looking one.

"Holden." He replied, his voice deep and britsh accented.

"Cool accent." I remarked and he smiled at me. "Okay, I'm bored."

"Um, you're not afraid, why?" Holden asked confusedly.

"Why should I be afraid? I mean you kidnapped me from my friends and family but if you wanted to hurt me, wouldn't you have already done that by now?" I asked and the boys looked at me.

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