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Blare pulled out of the parking lot and sped off towards the mansion, he went at least 10mph over the legal limit but he didn't care, he had bribed many cops before.
"Some family this is," she huffed tossing back her drink, "Carl, call someone and find out where the hell we are supposed to be going please."
She flopped down on the sofa and crossed her legs, "I have to make a work call," she flipped open her phone and leaned back.
"I want 13, 7, 11, 4, 3, and 9 on the regulars...give the double up to 2 and 5, they work well together. Once slot 14 pays his dues, give him number 8. Disperse the rest to your liking. I don't think I'll be back tonight so put the phones in my office. Thanks."
She flipped her phone shut and looked over to Carl, "Anyone answering?"
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She was anxious to go elsewhere, sitting in the house doing nothing was not her style..and getting dumped with babysitting duty, was most defiantly not her style, "If we can't get a hold of her...well then your jsut going to have to come back to the office with me. Don't worry , I'm sure the ladies will take good care of you, " she teased.
Her phone rang in her hand, Laim O'Conner Flashed across the screen. Flipping ti open she said, "Quinn speaking...What the hell is going on, I heard something about a war?"
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she explained, tapping her foot, she knew he was probably scrambled a bit by the war..."Liam, what's going on? Do me and Carl need to get out of here, I have all my shit in my car, He can be packed in ten minutes..." she rambled a bit, the last thing she wanted was for Carl to get injured.
She may be crude, she may be snide, but family is family.
She looked to Carl to make sure he heard her, and waved her hand, motioning for him to go get his things together.
"This boy doesn't look like he can handle this Liam..."
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"We're getting close. Get ready." Blare said.
Even though she was scared, worried and more than a little confused; the O'Connor could feel her anger growing as the time ticked on. She had pulled the bandeau she wore from beneath the skin-tight lace shirt, hating that her black bra stood out underneath the white, and ripped it. The soft material was now bound around her hands to soak up the drying blood on her palms as she climbed onto the counter-like table and tried the windows. Rebeccah had grown sick of waiting for the thugs, as well as her family, and had decided to test this out.
She pulled at a loose board, tugging with most of her strength, but it barely budged. She tried again and again, feeling herself lose a little more hope each time she attempted and failed to break free. " Come.. On.." Beccah grunted, using most of her strength in trying to pry the lumber from the frame of the window it was nailed to. Ignoring the slivers she was most likely receiving, the teen gave another tug before finally kicking out at the boards.
" What type of idiotic kidnapper leaves their hostage alone for?!" She yelled as she jumped off the counter to the floor, wobbling quite a bit as she landed. " You're sick bast--!" Rebeccah called out, her face pale as she clamped her own hand to her mouth. She shouldn't finish that, she should have kept silent. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the door, suddenly hoping they left her here to rot. After all, if she was left here she'd only die of starvation or dehydration... Not being tortured and killed for her stupidity.
Make your captors, your only hope for food and water, angry. She thought, angrily berating herself. Smart move, idiot.
"Blare darling...when your done showin that sweet little red head the O'Conner way you give me a phone call. I'll let you know where to meet Liam and I and Carl will be with me, Talk to you soon-Oh and I stole the handgun out of the desk. If your son doesn't know how to shoot well...I'm gonna take his killiin virginity if we cross any of those son-of-a-bitches!!
This is a message straight from Liam so listen up, "Do whatever you want to the Corleons!!!Make it hurt, no matter the expense!! It's your shopping spree of killin right now so spend it up!! Have fun!!--------------------
She hung up and yelled, "Carl are you ready to go?"
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They climbed into her car and she sped away from the house, the handgun tucked between her legs as she drove.
"Well, I took this one for you, just in case," she said as she grabbed the gun and tossed it into his lap, "Looks like you already have one though, but two is always more gun."
She winked at the boy, her nerves were written all over his face as she sped through the city.
"Relax, this car is untracable, and the windows are tinted," she said tapping the dark glass she was resting her knuckles against, "I don't fool around when it comes to shit like this, so you don't have to be so antsy."
The city was barely visible as they passed by looming buildings, she swerved around other cars in her way, and sped through lights. Once they were out of the city she rolled down her window and lit up again, the car humming as she continued racing toward the country side.
"So are you just gonna sit there silently? Damn I am your aunt after all..." she urged the boy to speak, knowing they still had a little while before they reached the country home.
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"Now!" Blare shouted as he lauched the first shot, the ball went through a window the curtains almost instantly went up in famesl, a plume of Black smoke beginnning to form for the window, this was his plan, Napalm to blind them with smoke, them blow them to shit. "Dpon't let the Door hit you on the way to hell." He said towards the house.
((YES! I've wanted to post that quote so badly.))
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Blare remembered his phone, he took it out and found a message from Quinn. "Blare darling...when your done showin that sweet little red head the O'Conner way you give me a phone call. I'll let you know where to meet Liam and I and Carl will be with me, Talk to you soon-Oh and I stole the handgun out of the desk. If your son doesn't know how to shoot well...I'm gonna take his killiin virginity if we cross any of those son-of-a-bitches!!
This is a message straight from Liam so listen up, "Do whatever you want to the Corleons!!!Make it hurt, no matter the expense!! It's your shopping spree of killin right now so spend it up!! Have fun!!" Blare smiled. "Wow that was a hell of a shopping spree for killing." Blare said with a grin. he then handed the phone to Fi so she could hear the message.
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