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Chapter 11: Contract Buddies

Nico's not bright. Let's see how he talks his way through this.

"We didn't even kiss, in fact, when she tried to kiss me. I shot that down, Sean saw it, he can confirm." Vincent locked eyes with Sean and gestured his head towards Nico. 

Nico's glowing yellow eyes went to Sean. "Yeah, he did."

Nico gave a nod to Sean. "So? You still used her."

Vincent's eyes darted to me before his next response. "I'm gonna apologize to her, it's just... It won't mean much if I say it while she's like that cause she'll instantly forgive me. Once she's back to normal, we'll know it'll be genuine if she forgives me."

That might work.

"Besides, you guys can tell if I'm lying, so did you hear any lies in all of that?" Nico and Sean shared a glance.

Nico's hand eased its grip on Vincent when he spoke. "I guess not, but if you think I'm the only one who wants to break you for what you did, wait till you meet Cora. She's scarier than me." A snicker left Nico when he released Vincent from his grasp. He turned to face the imposing werewolf. 

"Look, I know I can't change the past, but maybe saving you all from your current problem will make us even? What do you say?" Vincent held out his hand. "We got a deal? As a bonus, Cassie is permanently in the Friendzone with me." Nico reached out and shook his hand.

"Fine, but you better deliver." He said, as his grip tightened on Vincent before again letting him go. With his hands freed, Vincent made his way towards Sean as Nico ventured to me.

"So you're my contract buddy. What exactly do we need to do?" He watched me as I sent another reply out. 

Let's keep it simple.

"We just need to gather whatever information we can on Harold and work from there to lure him back here to eliminate. That may include bringing his partner here and also removing him from the equation."

With our two primary objectives laid out, Vincent spoke. "Hey actually, I got a better idea on that." With our full attention on Vincent, he continued. "So I think it would make more sense to set this guy up as getting betrayed by Harold, have him come here to leave his phone, then send him to the mill. I'll be exploring there and can ambush him once he gets there."

Makes sense. If his phone is here, then it won't track him going out into the woods. From there we just need Harold's phone and we can set up some fake text conversations to suit our cover up.

"Acknowledged," with my response, Sean's worry once again bubbled up.

"What are you gonna do?" He asked Vincent, who gave him a smile.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. It'll be fine-"

Sean yelled out and stopped Vincent. "Define fine!"

Vincent gave a nod. "Oh, that's easy. You're gonna witness a murder or two today, but don't worry, it's gonna be fine. It's not like you know them or anything." I rolled my eyes at his answer as Sean crossed his arms and gripped them.

Samara knew what she was doing when she left emotional and mental damages out of the contract. Vincent wouldn't last five minutes if they were stipulations.

"I told you, whatever you thought it was, would be an underestimation." With my piece said, I faced Nico. "So our job should take about thirty minutes. After that, I have a few errands and a live stream to run, so we got a pretty calm day."

He smiled at my answer. "Sounds good." Sean made a panicked noise as he moved towards us.

Sean began his desperate plea. "Can we please trade? It's not fair! Why do you get a calm day of exploring an old lady's condo, then sitting around while I have to go to the abandoned mill with this nutcase?" an exaggerated gasp escaped Vincent. 

"Sean, how could you say that? Here I am, all ready to give you the full experience of being around me and you just want to leave?" His eyes welled with tears as his voice filled with sorrow. Sean stood bewildered at the response. A few more seconds passed when Vincent's face twisted into a smile as he wiped away the tears. "I can cry on cue. It's a useful skill."

Sean is in over his head.

"Anyway," Vincent took off his backpack and unzipped a side pocket. "Sammy, you're gonna need this." He pulled his hand out of the backpack and revealed a pair of keys with a tag.

G. Müller, # 36

"You took them?" I was looking all over the place for those damn keys!" Vincent paid no mind to Sean's whining and tossed the keys my way. "Why did you even take them?" He paused when a thought hit his mind. "Did you steal anything else?" Sean watched Vincent intently.

This time, Vincent rolled his eyes. "Sean, no one told me I couldn't take them. Besides, Greta's couch was comfier than the floor of my condo." He said calmly.

Sean scoffed. "Why would anyone need to tell you that? Besides, Marissa made me and Cassie leave!" 

Vincent smirked at his defense. "You left me alone. Does that sound like a good idea?" Vincent raised his arms as he shrugged.

"I mean, not really." Nico said,  resulting in a glare from Sean.

"Nico!" Sean said when Vincent stepped between them

"See? The majority of the room agrees you messed up there, I mean Sammy might be a hard read, but I can tell he agrees with us." Sean's head pivoted between his brother and Vincent when he threw his hands up, then stormed out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"Contract buddy, wait!" Vincent followed after Sean when he stopped and stood at the back of the couch Sean had fled to. "So you ready for our fun day of exploring a mill where sixteen people burned alive?" Vincent's tone dripped with eager joy at his demented inquiry, while Sean remained silent. "There's def gonna be some ghosts there, I just know it!" He leaned over the back of the couch. "And! We get to find the perfect spot to hide some corpses!" 

Another groan escaped Sean. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He asked as he slumped back on the couch, defeated.

"Oh, we'd be here all day if I went into that. Instead why don't we head out and I can show you how metal bats solve soooo many problems!" Vincent lifted himself off the back of the couch and turned on his heels to face Nico and I. "Ok, we're gonna head out so you two have fun!" Vincent made his way through the kitchen and to the front door. "C'mon Sean, we're going for a walk!" He said, his voice mockingly energetic.

Lovely, he's treating him like a dog now. 

A creak came from the living room, and Sean passed by the opening in the kitchen, his shoulders slumped as the door opened.

"Oh, hey Greta." Vincent leaned into the opening to the kitchen. "Greta's waiting for you two." With his parting message said the two left.

Right, let's get this over with.