Chapter Six

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[Lucina, 16:24, Anne's House]

Well, it turns out I know nothing about Abigail- or, I guess her name is Anne. 

Her favourite colour isn't even green. 

It's blue. 

"You're kidding with me," It wasn't really a question, but more of a statement that flew from my mouth.

"Nope!" Catherine said cheerily. Anne looked like she was about to punch her so called 'sister'. 

"But there is no way you can be part of the Mafia," I murmured. It was impossible! However, it was the best explanation of why Anne refused to share any personal information, even to the point of lying about her favourite colour. 

"If you don't believe us, we can show you the base!" Catherine said. I felt sick. 

"Hey, are you feeling alright? You look pretty pale." Anne said, and I shook my head. 

"You're going to kill me." I stated. It made sense, because why else would the two girls be telling me this? In the movies, the Mafia always killed people who knew too much. 

"Maybe!" Catherine said, the cheerful tone sounding sickly sweet. Anne really did punch her this time. 

"We're not going to kill Lucina." Anne said. Catherine muttered something under her breath, rubbing her arm, and Anne went beet red. I was so pleased to hear they wouldn't kill me (yet) I wasn't really listening to their conversation. 

"Can we show her the base?" Catherine said, rather pleased with herself. 

"No, that's a bad idea. It'd make her a target. Adam is there, remember?" Anne said. I was curious, and against my better judgment, spoke up. 

"Who is Adam?" 

"Anne's boyfriend." Catherine replied. Anne scoffed. 

"He belonged to a small gang that was trying to kill a political member. We took him in to get answers." 

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