the wasted bullet

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"i cannot believe you still trust this idiot," lola mumbles under her breath as a large truck backs up into the grimy warehouse.

"he's just a greedy bitch like you, he will do anything for his cut," carla replies snarkily, putting the old convertible in place before exiting the driver's seat. its beamers flashing momentarily, highlighting the unique shine of renfield's greasy face before shutting off, consuming lola in the shadows.

bad mistake.

she's always been pushed away—
more physically than anything.
and she's finally sick of it.

the playboy princess scoffs, quickly finding a concealed semi-automatic pistol in the back pocket of the passenger's seat, "whatever you say, old hag." quickly, she loads up the magazine well with her own specialized bullets that she fucked some old cop for— spiked ridges on the metal jacket that latches onto the muscle and tears even more if the bullet goes through the body.

more pain, more gain. amirite?

and if the bullet gets stuck inside you,
your death is still not a pretty sight.
either way, you die at the hands of lolita limbrey,
and she calls that an honor.

from where she sits in the back seat, her eyes form into slits as she throws invisible daggers at her half-uncle renny. that fucking slimeball of a man. renfield smiles at carla before turning around and unlocking the back doors of the trailer truck.

but what really grabs her attention is the attractive young man coming from the driver's seat, that looks to be around her age or a year older. her intelligent mind automatically telling her that he is indeed the infamous rafe cameron.

oh yes, she may lurk in the shadows but she knows everything. and he's her one-way ticket out of this boring hell hole, even if the banished kook prince doesn't know about it— she'll make him a deal he can't refuse.

"hold up, hold up," rafe grunts as renfield pushes the cargo towards the edge. "okay, ready? on three. one, two, three."

the two men grunt and groan as they lift the heavy thing and post it up against the ledge. a loud clanging sound can be heard echoing through the area, bouncing off the walls and into lola's ears.

"wow, the idiot actually got it."

carla slowly walks to the cross-like cargo, her jaw becoming unhinged and dropping in disbelief, "i- i don't believe it."

panting, renfield relaxes as he leans against the wall of the storage container. "i told you i'd get it for you, didn't i?"

carla smiles at the cross, quickly glancing back up at her half-brother. "you said you would, and... you did." she nods her head, signaling to him to cut open the duct tape and unveil the treasure.

"before we do this, i just wanna remind you of the deal, okay?" rafe tells old hag, giving lola the perfect opportunity to exit out of the vehicle without anyone knowing.

"you really are your father's son, aren't you?" her eyes never leaving the sight of her precious cargo. "talking about deals at a moment like this?"

"i showed you the mural. i get my cut," he spits at a low and dangerous tone, his breath still heavy from doing most of the hard labor.

"the deal is as we discussed, rafe."

"it better be."

"god, what a fucking act," lola mouths to herself as she rolls her eyes about her great aunt. when renfeild and rafe finally finish unveiling the golden and jeweled cross, aunty carla has to make it dramatic by throwing down her walking braces just to touch the treasure she's been searching for her whole life.

"so beautiful," she whispers in awe as she caressing the gold detail and centuries-old design. "inside this cross is the shroud. and whoever touches the hem of the garment..." she recites the incantation... "shall be healed."

kissing the old key, she chuckles to herself. "it's time for a miracle." putting the key into the lock, she struggles with it for a second, causing renfield to offer his assistance but carla shuts him down immediately, "no! it's meant for limbrey."

lola swallows her laughter, timing her heeled steps towards the front of the vehicle just as carla unlockes the little chest. a moth fluttering out of the dark compartment.

"hmm," rafe looks inside as well, before ticking his tongue against the hood of his mouth. "the magic scarf was eaten by bugs."

renfield starts to mock carla, not even trying to hide his laughter under his hand.

enraged by his disrespect, carla backhands him across the face, "how dare you mock me?!"

renfield fights back, harshly grabbing his stuck-up half-sister and throwing her to the ground.

"can you guys just act mature for once?" lola announces herself, picking at her cuticles before flexing her hand and showing off the expensive pink nail set. "stop throwing each other around! are you alright, aunt carla?" she kneels down, putting on an act, and places her comforting hand on her aunt's back.

carla swats her neice's hand away, "i'm fine."

"if you say so," lola shrugs, backing away from the woman and perching herself on the mercedes convertible.

"who the fuck are—" rafe questions the blonde beauty that somehow appeared in front of him.

"shut your trap!" renfield barks at both of them, smiling menacingly.

"that's it. you're cut off. you're not getting a penny!" carla yells at renfield, gasping for air because the harsh fall knocked all the wind out of her.

"i don't need your money," uncle renny kneels down, patronizing her. "i've got the cross now," he stands up, walking back over to the cross of santo domingo, "c'mon rafe, help me get this back on the truck. come on, you'll still get your cut."

"rafe! don't! help me!" carla yells to him, but rafe doesn't listen.

instead, he looks upon lola; the mysterious girl is an enigma to him. sitting there in her scantily-clad black dress, the deep v-cut showing off her chest, the high slit showing off her enticing legs, her pink lips holding a lit cigarette as she sucks in the nicotine.

"don't just look at me pretty boy," she smirks at him, blowing out the deadly and intoxicating smoke. "it's your decision," she nods over to the cross.

rafe glances down to carla then back over to renny, ultimately deciding to help the man.

"renfield, get over here and help me up," carla demands, raising her hand in the sky.

"help you up?" renfield scoffs, taking a break as rafe pushes the worn-out tarp back inside the truck. "you're lucky i don't back up over you."

suddenly a shot goes off, startling rafe and carla. renfield gasping as his shaky hands fly to his chest. another two rounds are sent flying in the air and penetrating the old slimeball's chest, causing him to fall down and start to spit up the blood rushing into his wounded lungs.

"holy shit," rafe freaks out, making sure none of the bullets hit him.

"relax, suga', i have an impeccable aim," lola says, throwing her used cigarette on the ground. she clicks on the safety of her automatic and brings the muzzle up to her lips, blowing the smoke away. "i guess all those classes did come in handy, aunt carla."

"w-what?" carla says in disbelief, reaching for her gun that she always had in her back pocket.

"oh, are you looking for this?" lola pulls out a spare silver gun from the lacy garter belt wrapped around her thigh. sliding off the mercedes, she towers over her despicable aunt, smirking at her terrified face. "never trust a limbrey, you taught me that."

"lola," carla gulps, lifting up her hand. "lola, help me up, please," she starts to beg for mercy.

"shut up, bitch," lola spits, turning on the safety and sliding the gun back and hidden under the fabric of her dress. "i really don't want to waste a bullet on ya."

lola walks away from her crimpled aunt and towards rafe, "don't just stand there with your pretty mouth open and help me."

rafe turns to renfield, his eyes shifting to the limbrey on the ground and the limbrey holding a gun in front of him.

"rafe, he wasn't one of us," she turns her head, looking at the dying man in the back of the old truck. "he wasn't a good man, i have the scars to prove it," lola reaches out for him, placing her fragile hand on his chest, trying to calm down his heavy breathing. "you can touch them later if you're smart about this."

"alright, princess, what do you want?" his wild blue eyes checking her out; his evil smirk growing wider and wider.

"you were never gonna get your cut with that hag, but with me, i'll give you everything," she smirks back, her green eyes searching his for a legitimate answer.

licking his bottom lip, rafe nods, "what about the old hag?"

"she's dying anyway," lola shrugs, pulling away and closing one of the doors— rafe following suit and locking it.

"no! rafe! no! don't listen to her! what are you doing? no!" carla calls out, but it's useless. "lola! you better shoot me because i swear to God, there will not be a place that y'all can hide from me! get back here!"

"where are we going, suga?" the playboy princess asks the boy as he turns on the ignition.

his hair messy and reckless as the banished kook prince turns to her, "barbados, sweetheart."

"oh good, i look really great in a bikini," she winks.

"i'm sure you do," he rolls his eyes.

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