third person pov

"When we factor in the times of death and response times, then we can figure out how far the could've gotten. Then that could lead us to their headquarters."

Liz snorted at Jonas, "But, Jo, people like this want to watch the results, they wouldve stayed near by and then left when the coast cleared."

"That means that they have hideouts all over this damn country," Zach sighed, throwing his head into his hands.

"Come on, Zach," Macey grabbed ahold of his bicep dragging him away from the table.

"Liz, Jonas, off the computers. We're taking a break," she called as she used her other hand to silence Zach's protests.

The four of them walked outside, well in Zach's case he was pulled, to find Bex, Grant, and Preston leaning against one of two luxury cars.

A spark of excitement rolled through Zach, they were beautiful cars.

He jumped out of Macey's grasp, "I call driving the Lotus!"

Macey scowled, "Dumbass."

It was too late, Zach was already seated in the black Lotus, the keys in his hand.

"How'd you get the keys?" Macey's voice was incredulous.

Zach shrugged, a smirk falling onto his face, "You're pretty easy to pickpocket, McHenry."

Another scowl fell on her face as she put on her sunglasses, sliding into the driver's seat of the other car. Bex took shotgun next to her and Liz hopped into the back.

Preston sat next to Zach in shotgun, while Grant and Jonas squished in the tiny back seat.

Zach started the car when wind rushed by him.

"Beat ya there, Goode."

Bex howled, and Liz, dainty Liz, flipped them off with a "ta ta."

Zach raced after them, yelling over the wind.

"Where are we even going?!?"

Jonas answered, but their speed caused Zach to scream, "Huh?!?"

"We're going to the marketplace!"

"Oh, okay!!"

Zach turned sharply and Jonas and Grant slammed into each other with a groan.

"This isn't the way to the market, Zach!!"

"Sure it is, we're taking a shortcut!"

Jonas groaned as Zach turned sharply again, racing down the roads.

"I'm gonna be sick."

He retched and Zach and Grant screamed in unison, "NOT IN THE CAR!!"

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Macey McHenry smirked as she pulled onto the cobblestone road, the engine purring softly.

There was no sign of the black lotus the boys were driving and therefore they won the race and the boys were far behind them.

She parked the car and they were walking down the street when suddenly she heard her name being called.

She turned and saw the boys sitting in a cafe with half eaten ice cream cones in their hands.

"Took you long enough," Zach said, taking another bite of the cone.

Macey's jaw dropped as she blubbered, "What..you..here..beat..how?"

Zach smiled, "Now, now, McHenry, close your mouth, wouldn't want to catch flies, dear."

She shut her mouth with a clack of her teeth and sent him a deadly look that he just shrugged it off, his signature smirk in place.

Macey's gaze softened as she saw the sadness through the small cracks in Zach's mask.

"We'll find her."

Zach nodded, "I know."

He sighed.

"I'm just hoping she'll be in one piece when we do."

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? pov

I hissed as I plucked another piece of glass from my arm.

This is nothing compared to what the Mafia will do if they find you survived.

The voice in my head was right, and I grabbed a vase from the cheap motel table and threw it at the sunset orange wall.

My life was perfect before that bitch came along. She ruined it, and now it's time for payback.

"I will find you, Viola, and I'll see that the Mafia's traitor is sniffed out."

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hey, guys

how's it been?

please don't kill me.

i know i've been mia, but i promise i'm not dead.

it took me awhile to write this chapter and i'll try to keep to a more regulat schedule, but no promises. school is a pain in my ass.

and then there's jared.

FUCK YOU JARED.

alright, i'm good now.

ily.

mwah

your loser,

;)

thezqueen

disclaimer :

i own fucking nothing kay?