3RD POV

The next day, At Quintora Kean's apartment, in the living room, Quintora Kean is sitting in her armchair, drinking a glass of red wine, glumly spaced out.

Quinton Kiermont slowly walks up behind her and gently puts his hands on her shoulders, causing Quintora to flinch a little.

"Sorry, Quintora. Didn't mean to startle you." Quinton said to her.

"My henchmen are dead, Quinton." Quintora Kean told her partner-in-mischievous schemes.

"I know." Quinton said, slowly walks around from behind the sofa and beside it with blood stains on his sweater and face. "I killed your henchmen."

Quintora looks at him, becoming upset. "Why would you do that?"

"I have henchmen of my own." Quinton replied to her. "Sorry to say, but our negotiate has come to an end."

"You and I negotiated with each other, so, I could remain here in Arrington." Quintora said to him.

"There's nothing else for you here, Quintora." said Quinton.

"I may have lost my company, but I still have cash from all the red chocolate bars and candy bars that I've sold." Quintora said to Quinton. "With the cash that I have, I can turn an abandoned casino into something spectacular."

Quinton looks at Quintora, intrigued. "What abandoned casino?"

"Get cleaned up and I'll show you." Quintora said with a sly grin.

*~*~*

ABANDONED CASINO

Quinton Kiermont, now, cleaned up, and Quintora Kean slowly walks inside the empty main room with a stage.

"This is your big idea?" Quinton said. "Turning something old into something new? I like it."

"With my casino, I will be able to make more cash than ever." Quintora said to Quinton.

Quinton and Quintora exchange mild looks at each other.

"Alright then, impress me, Quintora. And I will reconsider our negotiation." Quinton Kiermont said and slowly walks away from her.

Quintora Kean folds her arms and small smiles to herself.

*~*~*

THE NIGHTLINGRIFF SPEAKEASY NIGHTCLUB

Me and the Saunders Gang, along with The Vipers and other young adults are enjoying themselves.

"Hello, everyone. I have something special for you." Jayce said into the microphone on the stage. "Young ladies and gentlemen, The AngieCats!"

Everyone applauds, excitedly.

Yvonne, Robyn and I exchange smiles at each other as we're on stage with our microphones.

🎵 You'd probably think I was psychotic
(If you knew) What I still got in my closet
(Sad but true) Slip it on over my shoulders,
Something I'll never get over
It makes me feel a little bit closer to you
I can't keep your love, I can't keep your kiss,
Gave you everything and all I got was this🎵 Robyn sang into her microphone.

Yvonne, Robyn and I sang together.
🎵 I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you, so I were it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper and cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your🎵

🎵 I used to put my hand in your pocket (holding on)
The smell of your cologne is still on it
(Just a thought) I slip it on over my shoulders
Someone I'll never get over
It makes me feel a little bit closer to you
I can't keep your love, I can't keep your kiss
Gave you everything and all I got was this 🎵 I sang into my microphone.

Yvonne, Robyn and I sang together again. 🎵 I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you, so I were it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper and cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your🎵

🎵 If you want it back, if you want it back
I'm here waiting
Come take it back, come take it back
If you want it back, if you want it back
I'm here waiting
Come take it back, come take it back 🎵 Yvonne sang into her microphone.

Yvonne, Robyn and I sang together again. 🎵 I'm still rocking your hoodie and chewing on the strings.
It makes me think about you, so I wear it when I sleep.
I kept the broken zipper and cigarette burns, Still rocking your hoodie, baby, even though it hurts.
I'm still rocking your hoodie and chewing on the strings.
It makes me think about you, so I wear it when I sleep.
I kept the broken zipper and cigarette burns.
Still rocking your hoodie, baby, even though it hurts.
I'm still rocking your hoodie 🎵

Yvonne, Robyn and I finished our cover song. And everyone applauds.

Yvonne, Robyn and I fist bumps each other, exchanging smiles at each other.

*~*~*

Afterwards, Yvonne, Robyn and I are sitting in a slope booth with our Cherry limeade cocktails with our straws.

"We did pretty good, didn't we?" Yvonne asked Robyn and Me.

"Yeah." I said.

"Are Aiden and You gonna work things out in between the two of you?" Robyn asked me.

"Not really no. I'm done with him." I replied to Robyn.

"Okay, I'm not gonna talk about it any further." Yvonne said.

"Alright." I said, and takes a swig of my Cherry limeade cocktail drink.

*~*~*

SOTHEBY'S LOUNGE FIGHTING
GYM CLUB CENTER

That afternoon, I slowly walks inside and sees Aiden sparring, punching and kicking, on a free-standing punching bag.

"Hey, Aiden." I greeted my ex-boyfriend.

Aiden looks at me as he continues sparring. "Were you expecting Toney to be here?"

I look at Aiden, surprised, that he would say something like that. "Wow." And walks away.

Aiden stops sparring and looks at me. "Angie, wait? I'm sorry."

I stop walking and turns back around to look at him.

"Maybe, yeah, I was expecting Toney to be here." I said, sarcastically, to him.

"I saw the two of you at Jen's. You guys were sharing a hug." Aiden said.

"Toney and I had a date at Jen's." I told Aiden. "And I went back to Jen's to continue it."

"Toney and You had a date at Jen's?" Aiden said to me slightly jealous.

"Yeah, and it's not any of your business either." I said to him. "And by the way, there's no need for you to be slightly jealousy. You're single."

Aiden and I exchange mildly looks at each other and I walks away.

*~*~*

KIERMONT WORKSHOP

I slowly walks inside his main office. He and I exchange looks at each other.

"Special Agent Saunders? It's been a while. Are you here to escort me to the Arrington Jailhouse?" Quinton asked.

"Not really no." I replied to him. "Quintora's henchmen's dead bodies were found at the Arrington Jailhouse. But I known that it was you."

Quinton and I exchange tense looks at each other as I walks away from him, but I stopped walking and turns around to look at him again.

"And by the way, you won't be going to the Arrington Jailhouse, you'll be going to the Arrington Asylum." I said to Quinton.

Quinton and I exchange another tense looks at each other and I walks away from him.

*~*~*

SPECIAL AGENT OPS FIELD
OFFICE

That evening, I'm sitting at the computer, working on a frequency machine. The frequency machine itself is trying to find any trace of our parents or any grownup that mysteriously vanished.

And to no avail, their hasn't been no trace.

"Hey, Angie." Piper greeted me as she slowly walks down the stairs and into the main room.

"Hey, Piper." I greeted back at her.

Piper slowly walks up beside me and sits down beside me at the computer. "Joanna and I have been trying to get a frequency, but nothing."

"Gosh, this sucks." I said, annoyed.

"How about joining me and Joanna for some food at Jen's?" Piper said to me.

"Sure." I said.

*~*~*

JEN'S DINER

That evening, Piper, Joana and I are sitting in a booth table, eating our plates of strawberry banana crepes with a fork.

"We've been trying to get a frequency from the machine, but it statics." Joanna said to me.

"We have to keep trying. There's gonna be a slight frequency when we least except it." I said to Joanna.

"You're right, Angie." Piper said. "So, what's to do about Quinton Kiermont?"

"Quinton's sociopathic. We just need leverage against him." I said.

"I was gonna suggest the dead bodies of the henchmen, can we use that as leverage?" Joanna asked.

"Yeah, we can. But even if the three of us escorts him to the Arrington Asylum, who's gonna keep watch over him?" I asked both Piper and Joanna.

"Damn." Piper and Joanna said in unison.

"Yeah, but no worries though, the more leverage we have against Quinton Kiermont, we can use." I said.

Piper, Joanna and I exchange looks at each other and we continue eating our crepes.

*~*~*

TONEY'S APARTMENT

That night, Toney opens the door and I'm there. He and I exchange small smiles at each other.

"Hey, Saunders." Toney greeted me.

"Hey, Toney." I greeted back at him as I slowly walks inside the living room. "Can we talk?"

"About the kiss?" Toney asked me, gently closes the door behind him. "Do you regret it?"

"I don't." I replied to him. "Do you?" I asked him.

"I don't." Toney said, and slowly walks up to me. And gently combs his fingers through my hair bang. "You're a sincere person.

Toney and I exchange soft looks at each other and we kiss each other, passionately. He gently pulls off his sleeveless shirt over his head, revealing his bare chest and linen tattoos on his arms and small tattoos on his left side chest.

I gently pulls off my floral bomber jacket and pink sweater, revealing my dark pink Natori feathers bra.

Toney and I kisses each other again as he gently lifts me up in his arms and walks inside his dim-lit bedroom and gently lays me down on it.

Toney and I exchange soft looks at each other again and we kiss, passionately, becoming intimate with each other.

*~*~*

ANDERSON HOME

A shirtless Aiden, wearing plaid pajama pants, is laying in bed, underneath the dark teal fluffy bedcover. Unable to sleep, he looks at a picture frame of him and Angie smiling as he misses her.

Aiden's phone buzzes on his nightstand. He sits up sideways and looks at it.

Quinton Kiermont

Aiden answers his phone. "Quinton?"

"Hi, Aiden. Are you interested in a negotiation?" Quinton asked on the phone.

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