As Crook and Jad strutted into the party, Jane lingered for a moment before gracefully gliding in. Uncertain of her next move, one thing was crystal clear - Angelina had her back and knew exactly where to find her. With a deep breath, she stepped into the place. The overpowering stench of smoke and the pervasive presence of alcohol assaulted her senses. Men lounged, engrossed in chatter and drinks, while women vied for their attention in various ways - some perched on laps, others kneading shoulders, and a few clinking glasses in camaraderie. The scene unfolded before her, a disheartening display of discomfort and distaste.

"Here's the photo of Bob. Remember what we told you. This man is dangerous, so watch your back. And here's the watch," Jad said, handing it to her. "Just press it when things go south."

"Jad, can I ask you something?" Jane inquired, her voice tinged with fear.

"What if the plan goes sideways?" she pressed, her anxiety palpable.

"It all hinges on the 'why.' If it's our fault, we regroup and try again. But if it's on you, well, say your goodbyes to your loved ones," Jad's words hung heavy in the air, causing Jane to avert her gaze.

"Listen up, Jane," Crook interjected.

"When people stand behind me, I shield them.

When they stand beside me, I honor them.

But when they dare to stand against me,

I destroy them."

Crook said as they got to the destination.

Jane shook her thoughts away, and made her way in search of Bob.

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"Here, everyone takes a gun, and for God's sake, acts like normal servers. When we find Jane, we take her back, and everything is okay." Matheo said and gave everyone a gun.

"Have you ever gone to a party like this?" John asked while admiring the gun between his hands.

"Trust me you don't wanna know. They're so smart, that they choose the same location every year." He said.

"Okay let's get going." Matheo said as they made their way to the car.

"Sara, John, stick together on the first floor. Angelina and I will hit the second. Once we find her, girls, just send 'big Mac' to the other girl. Got it?" Matheo outlined the plan.

"Big Mac?" Sara raised an eyebrow, trying to keep a straight face.

"Easy to remember. Let's go!" Matheo concluded, urging them on.

~

"It's him!" Jane said as she started taking steps towards Bob. He was all alone which was perfect for her.

She casually picked up a glass of wine, closing the distance. Then, with precision, she 'accidentally' collided into him, the glass slipping from her grasp and shattering on the floor.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr...?" Jane began, assessing her next move.

"Just Bob. Rare to see a beauty like you around here. What's your name?" Bob inquired, his charm evident.

"You're quite forward, Bob. Care for a drink?" Jane smoothly diverted.

"I'd be a fool to turn down a hot lady's offer," Bob replied, pouring two glasses of whiskey.

Seated on the couch, they engaged in conversation.

"Are you a married man, Bob? Or is that even your real name?" Jane probed, holding his gaze.

"You know what you're doing with your eyes. You're already delving into my personal life, yet I don't even know your name," Bob countered, asserting his dominance.

Amused, Jane revealed, "I'm Jane."

"Pleasure to meet you, Jane. Whether I'm married is inconsequential," Bob stated, his fingers tracing the edge of her dress.

"I see." Jane said looking at his hand.

"I can make you see the stars also if you want." Bob said while smirking at her.

Jane's voice was laced with a seductive undertone as she whispered, "Make me see the stars, probably. But here, I don't think. Why don't we go to somewhere, a little more... Private."

Jane's pulse quickened as Bob rose from his seat, his hand reaching out to entwine with hers, setting off a chain of events that would alter the course of the night. Together, they ascended the staircase to the second floor.

Amidst the ascent, Jane's gaze locked with John's, a silent exchange passing between them, laden with unspoken warnings and hidden meanings. Their eyes held a brief moment of understanding before Jane and Bob disappeared into the room.

"Big Mac"

Bob settled into the plush armchair, sinking into its comfort as Jane approached from behind. Her skilled hands began a soothing massage on his tense shoulders. With a subtle touch, her fingers traced a path down to his chest, a gesture filled with unspoken desire. Leaning in, she rested her head on his shoulder, a silent invitation that stirred a mix of emotions within Bob.

Feeling a rush of excitement, Bob couldn't resist the magnetic pull of Jane's closeness. As she moved to sit on his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist, the air crackled with anticipation. Bob's hands instinctively found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as he tenderly kissed her neck, igniting a spark of longing.

Her actions spoke of desire, while her thoughts were filled with disgust. She fought back tears, grappling with the weight of her actions. In a bold move, she removed Bob's tie, symbolizing a shift in power dynamics, as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

As he effortlessly lifted her, their eyes locked. The atmosphere crackled with tension as he carried her to the bed.

Just as she was poised to reach for her watch, a sudden gunshot pierced the air, its thunderous echo sending shockwaves through the room. The chilling sound was quickly followed by harrowing screams that tore through the silence, filling the space with a palpable sense of danger and fear.

Jane ran out of the room, only to find most of the people running out for their dear lives. As the mafias unleashed a barrage of bullets, chaos erupted in a symphony of gunfire. The air filled with the acrid scent of gunpowder as bodies fell, blood painting the scene in a macabre display of violence. Each shot echoed like a deadly drumbeat, a relentless rhythm of destruction. Amidst the chaos, shadows danced with the flickering light of gunfire, creating a haunting tableau of death and betrayal. The once opulent room now bore witness to a brutal confrontation, where alliances shattered like glass, leaving only the stark reality of survival in a world drenched in blood.

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Word count: 1066 words.

Author's note:

I was hungry while writing this chapter! I wanted a big big Mac. And I got it. It came with this chapter!

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