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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑
- 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 -
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𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

"Can we get some food?" Rafe says as we walk.

"Rafe did those Doritos not feed you up?"

"Obviously no! If I'm asking." Rafe says as we stroll down the path.

"There's a bar down the block, maybe they got some food in there," Marcie says from behind

"Next time don't invite the human boy brother," Malachi said walking past everyone.

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𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑
𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒.

Everyone walks into a bar in the French Quarter of New Orleans and is immediately struck by the vibrant atmosphere. The bar is filled with a mix of older male bikers and female strippers, creating a lively and interesting scene. As they made their way around the room, they all saw several men seated at bars and tables, drinking liquor and watching the strippers with a mixture of admiration and hunger. The noise levels in the bar are high, and there is a constant buzz of conversation and clanking glasses to create a truly unique and energetic atmosphere.

"The fuck?" Rafe said

"Language Rafe," Marcus says jokingly

"Where is her clothes."

Just stop staring, will you?" Malachi patted Rafe's shoulder.

"Hm." Marcie hums as she and everyone else make their way to the bar counter.

Beside them was a woman with black hair, very beautiful but independent. She was drinking a shot of liquor or wine. She had red lipstick and a biker jacket on.

The bartender heads towards Rafe who is staring at the woman. "Hello sir, what can I get you?"

"he's fifteen," Mak said randomly not even paying attention to them.

"Oh my bad."

"I'm not fifteen today." Rafe whispers

Marcie rolled her eyes chuckling at Rafe's comment, "Me on the other hand will take a scotch of whiskey please."

"Me and my brothers would have Bourbon and for this younger one here," Malachi looked at Rafe.

"He'll have Water."

"Excuse me?" He scrunched his face up.

The older black-haired woman laughed softly under her breath as she drank her shot of liquor.

"It'll be right up." The bartender smiles off.

Rafe went to a chair to sit down to be on his phone, and Milo followed after him.

"New here?" The woman sipped her wine.

Mak and his siblings averted their attention to the woman beside them on a stool. "No actually I've been here before- I mean they have too but it's been a decade-

Marcus barged his shoulder into Marcie to stop her from speaking. "It has been a long time, that's what she meant." He answers for her.

The woman chuckled but her eyes extended to Mak who stood there quietly on his phone. "Quiet huh?" She winks.

Mak looks up at the woman not completely fazed by her at all, "I don't like conversating with randoms." He said nonchalantly

"Randoms?" The woman feels offended jokingly.

She laughs again and puts her drink down on the countertop. "You're funny, what's your name?"

Mak looks up at her again, "Harold Steve." He said

"Harold?- You don't look like a Harold."

Marcus tried to hold his laugh in but couldn't, Marcie on the other hand didn't find it funny."

"Don't mind my ignorant brothers."

"No it's fine, I have sisters I know what it's like- it's pretty much the same thing as brothers." She replied

"So meanie, what's your name? And for real this time,"

"I'm Selene Dutch." She said

"I'm Marcie."

"I'm Marcus." Marcus tries to handshake the girl but she denies it.

She holds her hand out to Mak patiently instead. "Oh come on." She smirks slightly

Mak stood there clearly annoyed, "where the fuck is this bartender." He changed the subject

"His name is Mak," Marcie whispers to the girl once Mak moved away.

"Mak." She repeated the word tasting it onto her tongue.

The bartender finally came back out with a tray of liquids, "You and your brothers seem cool, especially Mak." She glared

"Thank you.."

"How long are you guys staying for? What are you guys doing after this?"

Marcie eyes the girl carefully, "Why?" She chuckles

"New friends?" She shrugged her shoulders innocently

"Sure, of course, but we have some business to take care of."

"Business, what type?"

"Marcie come get your fucking drink," Malachi yelled

"I got to go, Nice meeting you."

"Yes, of course." She replied

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𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐒

"She was weird."

"Who?" Milo asked

"Was you not listening?" Malachi said

"Obviously Not brother, I wasn't focusing on no stripper."

"She wasn't even a stripper, it was a girl at the bar counter."

"She was beautiful," Rafe says out loud

"She was alright," Marcus added.

"She kept asking for Mak's name and he was being so stubborn about it." Marcie rolls her eyes.

"I don't owe her nothing? I came to this place for one thing, one person and that was Rhea. I don't give a fuck about any other girl on this planet but her."

"Even if it means she's gone forever, I'll never switch up on her." He says

"But she's not, we're going to get her back." Rafe comforted

"We haven't even found this siren bitch- we don't even know where to find her."

"Didn't the witch say that they love to eat human flesh?" Marcie ponders

"Ew," Rafe says

"We can make a trap?" Marcie adds

"Eh no," Marcus says

"What is your fucking plan then?"

"I was thinking about a trap."

"She just fucking said that-

"Oh wow."

Marcie rolled her eyes annoyingly.

"Trap for what?" A familiar voice said

Everyone turned around staring at the woman from the bar. She stood there gazing at everyone carefully and confused.

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃...

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS CHAPTER/ DONT FORGET TO VOTE! ❤️