book 1 of 3
ever since bianca 'b' prescott was born, she was told that she was the fairest of them all. and like any, the island's very own kook princess had a reputation- she was stubborn and shallow and most of all, she was a spoiled bitch. but ev...
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"Okay- so we go in there, guns a-blazin', make Ward Cameron beg for mercy, abscond with as much gold as possible and vamanos- get the hell out of there," JJ was reloading his gun, glancing around the group.
"Send that shit right down the Intracoastal," John B glanced backwards with a grin.
"Wait for the weather," Kiara continued.
"Exit to Cuba," Pope nodded eagerly.
"Cuba?" JJ scoffed, "Nah, man. Xcalak, Jewel of the Yucatan," He glanced over at Bianca with a small smirk, recalling the conversation they had when they were high.
"Lobsters so thick, mangoes and no word for money," She hummed, sharing the same giddy excitement as she leaned into him, their noses inches away.
"Who cares where we go," Kiara scoffed, forcing the two to pull apart, "We're going to be fucking rich!" She cheered and the van erupted in a round of loud whoops and jeers.
"Let's do this shit," John B grinned, the van accelerating down the road.
When the group arrived at the airport, Michael Prescott's private jet was already being loaded. They stood against the gate, hands gripping onto the cool fencing as they watched the runway.
"What's the plan?" Kiara called, "Broad strokes."
"I don't think we got that far," John B mumbled under his breath.
"They're loading up the gold," Pope mumbled through his binoculars before John B took it from him.
The brunette put the binoculars to his own eyes and sure enough she could see Ward Cameron getting out of an SUV beside the plane. He felt his breath hitch in her throat, "It's Ward- with Sarah," he scoffed when she saw the blonde Cameron.
"What?" Bianca's face paled slightly.
"She's with him?" Pope frowned, his eyes narrowed through the gate.
"No," Bianca protested quickly, "She wouldn't do that-"
"Wait a minute-" John B frowned, peering through the binoculars, "He's hurting her- they're fighting."
"What?" JJ's eyes snapped up, seeing the two figures scuffling in the distance.
"Holy shit," John B scoffed, handing the binoculars to Pope before rushing off behind the group.
"John B!" Bianca called, following quickly behind him as he threw open the door of the van and got in.
"John B- where are you going?!" Kiara turned around just as John B revved the engine, Pope behind her.
"Hey! John B what are you doing, man?!" JJ pounded his fist on the side of the window.
Suddenly the van accelerated forward and Bianca grabbed JJ's wrist, pulling him towards her as John B sent the van and him with it flying through the fence. The gate split instantly, dirt and debris coming flying towards the group he left in the dust. The brakes squealed as he swerved unsteadily at first, bits of the wire still attached to the bumper.
JJ ran past the gate first, yelling at him despite how far away he was, "John B- what the fuck are you doing, man?!"
Kiara gaped, her legs faltering as the van sped away, "He's going to get himself killed!"
Pope stopped behind them, panting heavily as they watched John B try and keep up with the plane speeding down the runway in his rickety van.
The Pogues couldn't believe it when said rickety van began to parallel the Cameron plane. JJ gripped the roots of his blond hair in frustration, "What the fuck!"
"What's he doing?" Pope muttered as the van began accelerating ahead of the plane, barely bypassing it.
Bianca could feel her heart pounding beneath her ribcage, "Oh my god," she mumbled, watching as the Twinkie suddenly swerve directly into the plane's path. Her eyes squeezed shut on their own accord, turning away from the scene as JJ pulled her tightly into his chest.
They expected to hear a crash, a scream, anything. But nothing came.
Bianca frowned, turning to see the plane at a complete standstill a few feet away from John B's van. She let out a soft exhale, feeling JJ's taut muscles relax beneath her- he too was breathing heavily.
"Holy shit," JJ muttered from above her, glad that his best friend wasn't just run over by a god damn plane.
The blond glanced over at Kiara and Pope, who were tightly embracing each other before he turned back to the airstrip. Bianca scoffed softly, a small smile spreading on her face after she realised John B was okay after he stepped out of the van.
Suddenly police sirens sounded from nearby and Pope turned to the group, "Guys, I can't get arrested."
"JJ's on probation," Kiara continued, glancing at the blond boy.
"We can't just leave," Bianca frowned, shaking her head quickly. They didn't come here for nothing- she wasn't about to back off just because a couple of cops showed up. JJ was hesitant as well, not wanting to leave his best friend.
"Look, we're no good if we're all in jail," Kiara huffed, she knew how stubborn Bianca could be, "Come on!"
"What if he tries to hurt Sarah again- and Ward killed Big John! He could-" Bianca protested.
"B- he'll be fine- John B's a big boy- let's go!" Kiara pleaded. But when the girl didn't move Kiara stepped forward with narrowed her eyes, whispering lowly so the other Pogues didn't hear, "Look- if JJ gets caught here he's going to jail, okay?"
This made Bianca frown even more and when the sirens got louder, panic pooled within her. John B would be fine, Peterkin or Shoupe would take care of him and get Sarah away from Ward. The thought made her relax a little, her hand entwining with JJ's as she pulled him away gently. He resisted at first, but she just tugged harder, reminding herself that he was walking on a fine line with the cops for his restitution.
Sarah and John B would be fine- everyone would be fine, the Sheriff was going take care of everything.
