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"Where is it!?" Jamie looks through all the pockets of her jackets and coats, looking through her purses, searching for the folded piece of paper she was given the night before by her old friend Marcus. She knows she left it in her jeans, she knows this for a fact but...

She pauses when she remembers. "That idiotic masked asshole! He did it on purpose!"

Jamie quickly changes into blue denim low rise jeans, a black leather belt with a nude long sleeve top with matching sandal heels. Pulling on a thick, half sleeve coat to go with it, she goes down the stairs with a thunder in her step, going to her previously parked SUV and making her way to the address Crow gave her in case she needed them.

.....

"Where is it?" Hitter pulls his mask up over his face and stands along with his sister as an angry James Davenport strides into Crow's office, taking off her coat and revealing the tight long sleeve T-shirt underneath. The buzzer was being called countless times to the apartment and when Crow went to go check who it could be this late.

It was Jamie. They had to let her in. "The only info I could get about that Prescott person you kept asking me about and you took that from me before I could even look at it."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Davenport." Silver Hitter states and Jamie places her hands on his chest and shoves him back. Hard.

"Woah woah woah, Jamie. What's going on?" Crow holds the steaming female back before she can clock her brother in the face.

"Your brother is a lying bastard. That's what."

"Hitter?" Crow turns to him and he shrugs.

"I didn't do it." He lies blankly and Jamie huffs unbelievably then turns around and pulls her phone out.

"Stay away from me, both of you. Or the next time you come near, I'll kill you both. Stay away from my mother too."

"Jamie-"

"Save it Crow. I mean it, I'm not somebody you wanna mess with. Stay away from my family or else." Jamie leaves, her heels dramatically thinning against the high quality tiling and Crow turns to her older brother once she's gone.

"Well great, now she'll kill us unless we fix this." Crow throws her hands up in frustration and walks back to her computer.

"It's not like you disagreed to the plan. Yasmine told us to keep Jamie away from all of this and until we clear it up for ourselves, that's what I'm gonna do. Our job is to protect her, not be her friend."

Crow looks up at him and scoffs. "I'll let you believe that while I try to find a solution, then."

*****

Jamie spends the next couple of days trying to get in contact with her friend Marcus, but she's heard nothing from him in return. Any reach she makes towards finding out about the surname Prescott could possibly mean gets discarded and she's slowly losing her temper at how much control Silver Hitter and Crow really have over her and she knew nothing about it until it was absolutely necessary in her mother's opinion.

Today, her oldest sister Rickson called her to get her nails done and along with her their other sisters also got an invite too. So now she's taking a break from the thing with her mom, and getting a spa treatment with the girls.

"Sugar, what's going on with you?" Rickson asks, sensing how tense her sister is but Jamie simply rolls her eyes as she rests her head back against the neck rest of her seat, her feet being cleaned along with her toenails.

"If you're talking about me being here when I normally like personal spa days. Relax, because I'm far from thrilled but I needed a distraction." Jamie opens her eyes and meets those of her younger sister Elly, who smiles then faces the ceiling. "Can I ask you guys something?"

"Go ahead." Nial answers and the four sisters sit up, much to the annoyance of their manicurists but the Davenport girls pay them no mind.

"Has mom ever told you about a guy named Silver Hitter and a girl called Crow?" Jamie asks and they all glance at each other and shake their heads.

"Who are they J?" Rickson asks softly, moving her hands to her lap and playing with her wedding ring. Jamie notes the fidgeting but doesn't comment.

"Honourary kids." Jamie spits bitterly.

"What are you going on about?" Elijah asks, shaking her head.

"They are. She literally said she has enough love to go around for all of us."

"Oh my gosh how...why would she-hey yo missy! You better watch yourself. I'm ticklish!" Nial says cruelly and the woman doing her feet and she raises her hands -eyes wide, then warily goes back to massaging her feet, staying clear of any areas that might be sensitive. "Silver Hitter? What kind of name is that anyways?"

"He's some sort of hitman. Mom had him 'watching' over me whenever she thought I needed it. That mask guy from the brunch that time. I don't trust them though, and I think they're purposely keeping mom in trouble." Jamie shakes her head. "I told them to stay away, but I can't help the feeling that they're watching my every move still."

"That's sketch Jamie."

"I know, Nia. What do we do?"

"Since they know so much about us, maybe we should find out as much about them as we can right?" Elijah, the youngest sister suggests and they all nod slowly, taking in her words.

*****

Jamie looks through the scope of her rifle as she directs it over the building of what she knows as Prescott Corporations.

She looked online and what do you know, Mr Emerson Prescott is a big shot investor. So after doing a bit of her own digging, she found his company building. Downside? She doesn't know what he looks like.

His photo is nowhere online, and her only hope is to make it into the building and look around herself, so packing up her gear, she stands and makes her way to her car, dumping everything she had and pulling out the things she's adding to her disguise.

Now dressed in a pink, ruffle sleeve crop top, high waist cutout jeans and a beret, Jamie places small dark sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, and strides towards the building, when suddenly everything turns upside down quickly.

A car screeches to a stop in front in front of her, bullets flying right her way and Jamie barely manages to leap of of the way as a male jumps in front of her, shoves her aside and fires equally as eagerly at the car, causing the windows to shatter as the vehicle attempts to make a quick get away.

Jamie holds her side as the male turns to her and she rolls her eyes when she sees it's Hitter, who rushes to her side and crouches down beside her.

"Are you alright?" He asks, placing a hand on hers and she hits him away.

"Hands off me." She spits, attempting to get to her feet but the pain caused by her ribs stops her and she groans.

"Let me help you."

"I said to leave me alone. What don't you get about that?" Jamie clutches her arm over her abdomen.

"Someone is trying to kill you-"

"And it's none of your business because I don't know you!"

"Yeah well I know you and I know your mother!"

"Forget us then."

Ignoring everything she just said, S.H lifts her off the ground and makes his retreat away from the building, his blood boiling with rage because of the frustration coming from the Davenport daughter.

"Ah." Jamie grunts as Hitter lowers her into his car, a Ford Mustang, thoughtlessly, and he pauses, watching her face scrunch up but she just turns away and stares at the dashboard. "Where are you taking me?" She asks.

"A hospital."

"Don't."

"I'm not stupid, I have a friend who can help and won't make it anything official. Your ribs are either bruised or broken, if I don't help you, Yaz will kill me." Hitter closes her door, then rounds to the driver's side, stopping to text Crow before driving.

Jamie was almost shot. I need answers. Let Yaz know too, she can't ignore it now.

"I'm the one with you so...don't be so sure you'll die at the hand of her." Jamie freezes when the hitman reaches across her and pulls her seatbelt on for her, doing his own and pulling out of the roadside parking.

"You make a lot of threats. You ever commit to any?"

"Oh yeah, sure. Give me a gun, I'll make my latest one reality and kill you." Jamie says dryly and S.H gives a single burst of laughter, shaking his head firmly at her dark sense of humour.

"What were you gonna do in there?"

"Talk to Emerson Prescott."

"You said you didn't know him."

"I don't. But I would have found him one way or another. Not that it's any of your business." Jamie adds, grunting when he takes a sharp turn and cursing a few lengthy words. "I haven't broken my ribs since I was nineteen."

"What happened?"

"Who's Emerson Prescott?" Hitter stays silent. "I guess you'll never know then. For the record, you and your sister are stalkers."

"Stalking is my specialty."

"You're so messed up."

"Aren't we all?"

"Has anyone ever told you your sarcasm should take a hike?"

"Do I have a pissed off Davenport in my car?" He spares her a glance and finds the most exaggerated eye roll occurring.

Hitter's phone rings, connected on the Bluetooth pairing and he presses the button on the steering wheel to answer it.

"Hitter, is she alright?" Crow's voice says

"Barely. She's got broken ribs and it's the end of the world. Ah!" Hitter looks at Jamie since she just punched his arm and shakes his head. "She's okay though, just a little bruised."

"Can I talk to her?"

"On speaker."

"Jamie."

"Crow. I told you to stay away." Jamie says dryly, still clutching her arm across her ribs.

"Blame it all on Hitter, he's a bad listener."

"Whatever."

"Your mom and I will meet you at the hospital okay?"

"I don't need to be babied. I just need a glass of champagne."

"I'll bring a whole bottle."

"Gee, aren't you fancy." Jamie replies sarcastically. And then, not even waiting for a reply or for Hitter to talk again, Jamie hangs up and lays her head back in the seat. "I wanna kill you guys so bad."

"You're stuck with us."

"I'm gonna get plastic surgery, dye my hair blue, change my name to Polly Boo-Bop and disappear to Wonderland."

Hitter smiles underneath his mask.

"You say I'm the sarcastic one."

"Honey you're just annoying sarcastic, I'm amusingly so. Don't try to compare the two."

Hitter shakes his head once again, unable to deal with her quick replies while discreetly reaching a hand underneath his jacket to touch the side where he was grazed by one of the multiple bullets that were fired at Jamie.

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