THE FOUR of us rushed on to the HMS Pogue, quick to drag the boat into the water and start up the engine. We had a pretty clear idea of where John B was heading as a collective and we had to get there before he did. I wasn't sure what our plan was once we got to Tannyhill but for now we just had to focus on sailing to the Cameron house. I decided to take the wheel given I was a fast driver anyways, we needed speed and sometimes JJ and Pope were a little too afraid of pushing the Pogue to her limits.

I docked our tiny little boat on the side of the dock opposite Ward's massive yacht and JJ tied it off loosely. I turned the engine off, leaving the keys in the ignition as we stared at the Cameron estate. Night had fell now and the dark sky had rolled in giving us a much better cover but it made it harder for us to be able to see what was going on, all we had to see each other was a small oil lamp that we'd lit using JJ's lighter. All we had to do now was decipher what we were going to do and how we were going to stop our friend from doing something he would regret and that was proving to be the hard part.

"What now?" JJ asked, his hand resting on the back of the Captain's chair as I sat in it. The four of us were looking at the house, "We just go up to the front door and ask 'hey have you seen John B'?"

"Look, he lives at Tannyhill now." Kie sighed, "It's plausible."

JJ shook his head, moving his arm and walking to the stern of the boat as I stayed looking at Pope and Kie, "Did you not hear what my mom said?" I asked her, arching my brow.

"We can play dumb." Kie replied.

"Play dumb?" JJ questioned her, his eyes narrowing slightly. He took his cap off his head and held it in his hands, leaning his elbows on his knees.

"It's pretty late." Pope muttered in response.

"Look, I've honestly never seen John B like that." Kie told us, "We should be going to the cops."

"The cops—?" JJ cut himself off as he began incredulously, "And say what Kie?"

"We're worried about our friend because he's on an anger fuelled rampage because Ward Cameron killed Big John?" I asked her somewhat sarcastically. The cops definitely weren't a good idea right now and I counted them out.

"Exactly!" JJ agreed with me, "They're not gonna believe us!"

"Hey, I see Ward." Pope muttered to the three of us as he stood by the bow of the boat.

I got up and walked to him, Kie and JJ following me anxiously. Pope was looking through a pair of binoculars, holding them to his eyes as we stood next to him, "Let me see." Kie muttered, taking the binoculars from Pope's hands.

I stood besides her as I squinted in the dark to see, JJ next to me and the backs of our hands brushed against each other lightly. His finger wrapped around mine gently as he grabbed it and another until he was sliding his hand into mine. I squeezed his hand lightly, leaning my head on his shoulder for comfort.

"Doesn't look dead to me." Pope said, "Let's go home."

"What?" Kie asked in disbelief, turning to face Pope as he walked to the engine. I pulled my head out of JJ's shoulder and turned to my friend too.

"Uh.. okay." Pope nodded to himself, "Obviously, Mr. Cameron is fine.. and, even if John B was here he isn't now, okay?"

"Yeah." I nodded, "I agree, he's not here anymore."

"Plus, I have the biggest, most important moment of my life in six hours." Pope reminded us. My breath pooled out of me quickly as I closed my eyes and ran a hand over my face. I'd completely forgotten about his scholarship interview in the morning and here we were dragging him about when he should've been at home preparing for it by being in bed.

I looked to him, "Shit, Pope, I'm sorry man—"

"—Our friend is in trouble!" Kie snapped, interrupting me.

I recoiled with a frown. I really didn't expect Kie to snap like that.

"I'm in trouble!" Pope told us, "Guys I haven't been home in three days. My dad's probably put all my shit on the street by now."

I pressed my lips together in a thin line. I took for granted how lenient my dad was with me. Heyward was the type of father who practiced tough love, he wanted what was best for Pope and often he was strict with his son. We kind of shrugged it off though, always convincing Pope to come here and there, thinking Heyward was joking when he used to say we were a bad influence on Pope or that he didn't like us. It was probably true and we'd just dragged our friend through something he didn't need to be doing — he should've been at home, long before now.

"Okay. So that's it?" Kie asked him, she looked pretty torn, "In a time of need you're just gonna bail? You're just gonna walk away?"

I shook my head at her, "Kie we've got this, Pope needs to go."

"Okay, yo, guys, can we not do this right now?" JJ asked, his voice somber as he let go of my hand and took his hat off, walking away. I watched him, feeling the air hit where he had been stood and I pressed my lips together. The last thing JJ needed right now was for his friends to fall apart in front of him too.

"Look, I have a scholarship interview in the morning." Pope told Kie calmly, "I can't—"

"—Okay, well, what about John B?" Kie yelled. Her voice was full of hostility as she snapped.

I watched them both apprehensively with my lips parted. I honestly had no idea what was going on right now or why Kie was so hostile all of a sudden. Surely she should be able to see how much this merit scholarship meant to Pope? He'd been working on his essay for months. Kiara was basically accusing Pope of not caring about John B and that wasn't right. We all cared about him but sometimes there were things that came above friends.

If John B was here right now I know for a fine fact he'd take Pope home and tell him to get a good nights sleep, say good luck and reassure him that he'd do great.

"Why is it always about John B?" Pope snapped, throwing his arms about as his shoulders sagged.

I nodded, "I'd quite like to know that too, actually."

I heard JJ sigh as he sat at the bow of the boat. I felt horrible for going against what he wanted but I severely disagreed with Kiara right now. She was in the wrong and she had to know that.

"It's not always about John B!" She argued, "God you're both so stupid! It would be any of you guys in this situation."

I scoffed in amusement as Pope replied, "Oh, bullshit."

"Guys—" JJ muttered.

"—This is about friendship!"

"Bring it down." JJ pleaded over Kie.

"No. No-no-no-no-no." I shook my head, a bitter smile on my face. My heart was beating so fast to match with my anger, "Don't even try to pull that friendship card, all right? Friendship would be being there for me when my mom got remarried." I said to her and as she opened her mouth to defend herself I cut her off, "Because when I told you about how I felt you told me I'd just have to live with it... friendship is what JJ did for Pope! It's stepping in for your friends when you need to, not judging them when they impulsively blow twenty-five thousand dollars!"

"This is about Pogues for life." Kie stood her ground, raising her voice to me.

"You've only been a Pogue for, what? Two years?" I asked her, crossing my arms over my chest. I mightn't of been one to talk given my mom was still a Kook but when my dad and I moved back to the Cut we had nothing, "Kie you don't know the meaning of being a Pogue."

"And you do?" She asked me, her eyes narrowing.

"Yes!" I snapped, "My dad and I had nothing when we moved to the Cut and you know it!"

"Pogues?" Pope nodded bitterly at Kie's words, "Okay, what about forensic pathology, huh?"

"Forensic pathology?" Kie cried, emotional in the fight she was being ganged up on.

"It's my life!" Pope argued, "Everything I've worked for!"

Kie walked round the boat to face Pope and she squared up to him, "That's your priority, right now?"

"Stop with the moral high ground bullshit!" Pope yelled.

"Pope, come on." JJ tried to intervene.

"No." Our friend shook his head.

"Excuse me?" Kie asked.

"No. No, she has no room to talk." Pope argued. He rarely ever got angry with us so seeing him raise his voice was rare, "Where were you when Big John went missing?" He paused and I pressed my lips together, the three of us knew how dark that period was. Big John was a huge part in all of our lives — JJ, Pope and I — and to find out he'd suddenly gone missing? That sucked. It was hard having to be there for John B while we were just as heartbroken ourselves. That time was a lot of getting blackout drunk, it was a lot of smoking weed, it was when John B, JJ and I started with our random hookups. And it was all to compensate for our feelings.

I understood Pope's anger, I really fucking did. Kie was our friend and then she got a better offer, she left — ditched us as if we were nothing and then came crawling back a year later, two months after Big John's death begging for forgiveness.

Hey, maybe the joke was on us?

"You weren't there for John B. You weren't there for any of us." Pope argued.

And because Kie hadn't known us that long she hadn't really known Big John either. She didn't get to experience going out into the open water with him and learning how to fish, she didn't know what it was like to sit in the chateau at night while he told the four of us about stories of the Royal Merchant. She'd never tasted one of Big John's fried breakfasts before.

"Remember your Kook year?" Pope pushed as Kie blatantly chose to ignore everything he was saying.. because he was right.

"Dude." JJ pressed lightly.

"Yeah, you forgot about us." Pope threw in her face, "Now you feel guilty."

"Give me a break." Kie snapped, pushing on Pope's chest.

"You give us a break, all right?" I intercepted, stepping in front of Pope as Kie continued to shove him about, "You've done nothing but bite at our heels for days, Kie. We're not perfect!"

"Hey, hey!" JJ yelled to us.

Instead of shoving Pope back Kie found no difficulty in pushing me instead and I hit into the back of Pope's chest, "Give me a break? All right?"

"Why?!" I scoffed, "Because suddenly you can't deal with people telling you that you're in the wrong, come on Kie grow the fu—"

"—Hey, hey, stop!" JJ yelled again as he stood up and rushed over to us. He put his hand on my shoulder and nudged Kie away from Pope and I, "Cut it out all right? If I'm the one meditating we've hit rock bottom."

I clenched my jaw, my eyes focused on Kie but she cowered away, walking to the stern, "Bow.. now, the both of you." JJ ordered to Pope and I.

I scoffed, "I'd rather swim home than stay on this boat with her."

"Be my guest." Kie muttered under her breath.

I don't know what it was but even her breathing was ticking me off, pushing me over the edge. I stepped forwards, lunging for her but JJ wrapped his arms around my waist and he effortlessly picked me up, pulling me away.

He silently carried me over to the bow with Pope and put me on to my feet before giving me a warning look and walking to the engine, turning it over and backing the boat out of the dock, "I'll drop you both off." JJ said to our two friends as we rode across the marsh.

We dropped Kie off first, thank god, and when we dropped Pope off I wished him good luck. He left JJ and I together and silently I got up and I walked over to him, sitting on his knee as he carried on the short journey back to John B and I's shared dock.

• • •

I sighed once my feet were on my bedroom floor, kicking my shoes off and not caring where they landed. JJ climbed through my window after me and he closed it once he was in. My dad had locked the door and once again hadn't hid the spare key. I could imagine I would get an earful from him in the morning, not telling him where I had disappeared to. If I stayed out I told him, if I was going to stop over at John B's or on the odd occasion Kiara's I messaged him or I told him. It was almost three in the morning and I hadn't told him where I was.

I felt guilty, he probably would've been worried about where I was and I hated that I'd subjected him to that again.

Like most of our days at the moment this one had ended sour also and it didn't give me a positive outlook for the rest of summer. We were going to have a pretty shit time if we continued arguing all the time. Our group was split, on bad terms again and it was dawning on me that we weren't as close as what I truly thought we were.

"Hey." JJ murmured quietly as he walked over to me, "What's goin' on?"

He brushed my hair over my shoulder and threaded his fingers through it, gently coaxing me to look to him. I sighed again, "I feel like shitty person."

He dropped his hand from my hair and took both my hands in his gently while furrowing his brows at me, "You're not a shitty person."

"I'm not?" I replied, "I forgot about Pope's scholarship interview, if I'd remembered I would've told him to go home and prepare for it instead of staying out with us to look for John B. I didn't tell my dad I would be out late and I know he would've been worried about me. I—I started on Kie-I argued with her again—"

JJ silenced me by pressing his lips to mine. He kissed me for a few seconds before he pulled away, "That does not make you a shit person, Mally, all right? Look at everything you've done for me."

I nodded, running a hand through my hair as I swallowed, "I know and I've done that because I'm almost certain I'm in love with you."

"You're what?"

JJ's eyes were wide as he looked at me, his lips were parted and I didn't even know why. What had I said to make him this shocked?

"What do you mean?" I asked him confused, my brows furrowing.

"You-you-you-you said you're almost certain that you're in love with me." He told me.

Oh.

My own lips parted. I was gobsmacked, I couldn't believe I'd just spilled that out in front of him. Now he'd probably vault out of my bedroom window and never come back, it was too soon we'd only confessed our feelings for each other last week.

God, what had I done.

How did I put this right?

"I—" I stuttered. I didn't even know where to begin as he continued to look at me with wide eyes, "—I don't know what love feels like JJ but I know the feelings I have for you are too strong for me to just 'like' you."

Topper told me he was in love with Sarah, he said he'd do anything for her, go to the ends of the earth for her as long as she was happy. Sarah told me Topper was in love with the idea of being in love with her and that scared me. It made me think, did I actually love JJ or was I in love with the idea of loving him? Was I more in love with the idea of receiving this kind of affection, instead of affection from a one night stand.

JJ didn't reply and I feared the worst. I'd done it, I'd managed to push him away. He was probably internally shitting himself, feeling trapped maybe? Trapped inside whatever he felt for me and knowing of the possibility of me being in love with him.

I shook my head, "We can pretend I didn't just—"

He kissed me again although his time there was twice as much force behind it. When he kissed me the first time it was with the sole purpose of silencing me, this time it was almost as if he was trying to express something to me. He kissed me with such force that a stumbled back a few steps but he put his hands onto my hips firmly to stop me, gripping to the skin. I threaded my hands into his hair, pushing his cap off his head and tugging at his roots.

He pushed me back and my back hit my wall with soft thud, I was grateful my dad was a heavy sleeper because if he wasn't that for sure would've woken him up. JJ deepened the kiss, running his tongue across my bottom lip but before we could go any further he pulled away from me, his eyes boring straight into mine. I could read him — this being a rare occasion he had his guard down — and his irises were swirling with adoration and lust, an odd combination that I didn't mind.

"I-I'm not sure what love feels like either but I agree with you." He told me, somewhat breathless from our sudden onset of making out.

"You do?" I asked him, my eyes widening somewhat as I looked up to him through my lashes. His hair hung loosely in front of his eyes.

He nodded, "I think I'm in love with you Mally." JJ told me, a small grin on his face, "And I think I have been for sometime now."

"Oh my god." I muttered, "For a minute thought I'd scared you—"

JJ's lips curved upwards into a smirk as he leaned in to me again, "—Don't ruin the moment."

"Gotcha." I nodded and we kissed again. This time I reached straight for his shirt, unbuttoning it and pulling it off his shoulders before reaching for the vest he had on underneath. I pulled it up and we broke away for a second while I tugged the fabric over his head. He grinned into our kiss and I felt his fingers graze across the exposed skin on my stomach. He caused me to shiver in anticipation, he knew the exact effect he was having on me right now.

We parted again for a moment as he pulled my top off, tossing it somewhere in my room to be found in the morning, and leaving me in a bikini top. His hands traveled down my back, grazing his fingers lightly over my skin in an almost tickling manor until he reached my shorts. He didn't stop there though, I felt his hands through the denim fabric as he slid his hands over my bum and he squeezed hungrily, causing me to push myself further against him.

JJ continued his adventure until he reached my thighs and he squeezed the back of my legs before pulling me up in one swift motion. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist as he pushed me further into my wall, my fingers curling into his messy hair and tugging harshly at it. He broke away from my mouth, kissing down my jaw and to my neck and I savoured the feeling of his lips against my skin.

"JJ—" I exhaled, whispering his name into the night as his teeth nibbled lightly on the skin of my neck.

I felt his lips stretch into a smile against my skin, "I know." He replied, amusement clear in his rough voice, "I know."

He pulled me away from my wall and with one hand reached up and unclasped my bikini. The fabric fell loose around me but of the close proximity of us caused it to remain in place. JJ walked over to my bed and he dipped, lowering me towards my mattress until my back was flush against it and he leaned over me.

As his lips returned to mine he reached for the button of my shorts, fumbling with it to get it undone. I ran my hand over his back, his muscles flexing underneath my touch as he worked on my zipper. I heard him pull it down and he tugged on the fabric, moving his calloused hands under the waistband and lifting my body up off the bed and into him as me pushed my shorts down without even taking his lips from mine.

Once they were gone and discarded somewhere he crawled further on to the bed, slipping his boots off as he put one leg between mine and the other on the outside of me. I slowly edged back up my bed until my head rested against my pillows and JJ pulled away breathlessly, "Do you have—?"

"—Second draw down." I replied quickly, reaching up and pressing my lips to his neck. He slid his hand under my back, moving my bikini top away, and held me up to his body as he leaned over to my bedside table, opening the draws and retrieving a condom.

"Surprised you have these." He smirked, dropping the packet by my head.

I hummed against his skin as I pulled it between my teeth lightly, "Stole a couple from you and JB." I responded.

"Well I'm glad." He replied, "Because all mine are at the chateau."

"Be quiet." I murmured, unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them down his legs. JJ leaned into me, resting his hands either side of my head and trapping me as he connected our lips again. I ran my hands down his back as he squeezed my hip tightly, pushing his shorts off his legs with my feet until they were off.

He rocked his hips against mine and my lips parted as we kissed, my forehead resting against his. I opened my eyes and saw him smirking at me, the sight turning me on even more and he repeated his action. There was hardly any fabric between JJ and my breath hitched in my throat.

His fingers brushed against my bare skin on my hip and he curled his fingers around the waistband of my pants, slowly pulling them down to tease me. I didn't know how much I could go with his teasing and when he pressed a kiss to my hip bone my toes curled. He slowly slid my underwear down my legs and he sat up on his knees to take his off.

I grabbed the condom packet and ripped it open with my teeth, grabbing the white protective covering quickly.

"That was hot." JJ said to me lowly and I looked to see him arching his brow, his lips parted.

I reached up and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back down to me and rolling the condom on him while holding his eyes the entire time. He wasn't used to this, a girl taking control that was but I could tell by the gleam in his eyes that he was secretly loving it.

"How many of these have you got?" He asked me as I tugged on the back of his neck, lowering his lips to mine.

I smiled, looking from his lips to his eyes as he ran his hand up my arm slowly and laced his fingers in mine, "Don't worry." I said to him, slightly breathlessly, "I've got a collection."

"Great." He grinned, pressing his lips to mine firmly and biting my bottom lip as he pushed himself in. I groaned against his lips, fisting his hair in my free hand and he squeezed my hand he was holding before he rolled his hips against me, letting out a short groan of his own.

• • •

"Good morning."

I jumped awake when I felt the covers over my body being pulled off of me and a loud thud echoing throughout my room. I peeled open one eye to see my dad stood in my doorway, his arms crossed and a knowing expression on his face as he leaned against the frame. I quickly looked down and I sighed an internal breath of relief when I saw I had pyjamas on.

My mind cast back to the thud and I turned my head to see JJ on my floor in a pair of shorts, my bedsheets wrapped around him. He smiled awkwardly and sheepishly at my dad, "Good morning Mr. Davis."

"JJ." My dad nodded, "I see you've neglected to pay attention to our agreement."

If JJ stopped here he had to sleep on the mattress on the floor.

He shot a pleading glance my way as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He ran his hand through his messy hair, "Uh.."

"Don't worry about it." My dad said to him before JJ could even think about trying to string a sentence together, "Just don't make a habit out of it."

He nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"Dad." I groaned, rolling over and burying my head into my pillow, "It's too early."

"I came to check if you came home this morning, obviously you did."

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, running my hands over my face, "I'm sorry."

"It's all right." My dad forgave me, "Just don't do it again, please."

"You got it." I nodded, giving him a thumbs up.

"Anyways, I'm heading out fishing with Billy. Should be back before tea, don't get into any trouble."

I mock saluted him, "Aye, aye captain."

He nodded, a hint of amusement on his face as he looked between JJ and I, "Open a window, it stinks in here.. oh and JJ? Put some more clothes on, son."

My dad closed my bedroom door, leaving the both of us in silence. I rolled over to JJ's side and looked at him still on the floor and grinned. He looked to me, his cheeks tinted red, "Do you think he knows?"

"I know he knows." I responded.

He groaned and pushed himself up to his feet, "He's never gonna let me stop here again."

I shrugged and rolled on to my back, "Nah, I'll just sneak you in through my bedroom window."

He chuckled and picked up his white vest, pulling it over his head and putting it on, "So what do we do today, huh?" He asked me, "Pope's at his interview, Kie's probably ignoring us and John B.. well.."

JJ's face fell, I could see the worry in his eyes. John B meant a great deal to JJ, they were practically inseparable and while they sometimes had their spats they were like brothers. John B going all crazy on us and bailing out was completely out of character for him and I'd by lying if I said I wasn't worried about him too.

I pressed my lips together, sitting up and looking to JJ, "Why don't we go look for him?" I suggested, "It'll be easier to search in the light."

He nodded, "Sounds like a plan."

"Is your bike here?" I asked him, "Because JB nicked mine."

"It's in John B's shed." JJ told me, "We'll walk over for it once we're ready."

I swung my legs over my bed and stood up a little too quickly. My head started spinning and I sat down slowly, dropping my head into my hands.

"Yo, you okay?" JJ asked me.

"Yeah." I groaned, "Just dizzy, I'm fine."

"Okay." He muttered but I could tell by his voice he wasn't convinced.

"Just give me a couple of minutes to get changed, yeah?" I said to him, "I'll be out in a minute."

JJ nodded and he left my room, giving me some privacy. I sighed, standing up slower this time and opening my window to let some air in before I walked over to my drawers. I pulled out a pair of black high waisted shorts and a white tank top, putting them on and sliding my feet into my old converse. I couldn't be bothered to do anything with my hair so I just pulled my brush though it before walking out of my room.

JJ was sat in the kitchen waiting for me and I smiled at him, "You comin'?" I asked.

He nodded and walked over to me and we left my house, crossing the grass land to John B's chateau in a comfortable silence. I looked up from the grass to see my bike by the front of the chateau and frowned, "That-that's my bike?" I muttered.

JJ looked to it too, "He must've come home."

I nodded in agreement and then I saw Kie's car, "Look who else is here." I mumbled.

We walked through the chateau but there was no sign of John B and Kie until we spotted them out on the dock. The both of us walked over and I saw John B lying on the ground with his legs up and Kie sat on the top of the wooden bench.

"Glad to see you managed to keep my bike in once peace, JB." I muttered. My friend turned his head to see JJ and I walking down the dock and I saw the glum expression on his face.

"Yeah, mornin' to you too."

"Mornin' bud." JJ replied and he hopped up on the top of the bench too, drawing his knees to his chest while he looked out to the marsh. John B met my eyes and frowned at me, it was clear JJ wasn't all right but what was wrong with him I wasn't sure.

I silently shook my head and sat down by his head, "What's up?"

"Ward took the gold."

Disappointment..

That was the only word I could use to describe how I was feeling right now.

It was like when JJ told me we found the Royal Merchant but not the gold. My heart dropped into my stomach. After everything we'd gone though to find the gold it was swiped from right underneath us just like that.

"He figured it out?" I mumbled, "How?"

"I dunno." John B mumbled in response, "But it's gone."

"Are you sure he got everything?" Kie asked, she'd been silent since I'd arrived.

"Every bar." Our friend nodded, "The whole enchilada."

"Well that's great." I murmured while sighing, "Just brilliant."

Besides me, John B pulled his cast off and I watched him as he tossed it to the side, "It's not like I expected a happy ending or some shit."

"John B." Kie protested, looking at his cast.

"What, Kie? It's a hairline fracture. Who cares?"

I rose my brows and reached up for the steri-strips still on my forehead, "Well if that's the case."

"No." He protested, pulling my hand back down, "Leave them." JJ turned around to see what was happening and I noticed his silence was due to him puffing on a joint.

"Your arm's gonna be messed up for life." Kie told our friend.

John B held his hand up and wiggled his fingers, "It's fine. See?"

I heard footsteps approaching and then I heard our fifth member of the group shouting, "Guys! Guys!"

I turned to see Pope running down the dock, his white dress shirt soaked in sweat and I arched my brow as he came to a stop. He bent over and put his hands on his knees while panting for air, "Oh, oh! Oh god, I ran all the way here."

"Dude." I muttered as he panted for breath.

"You all right?" John B asked him.

"How was the interview, Pope?" JJ asked him.

"Don't ask." He grunted and I pressed my lips together.

"Awesome." John B gave him a thumbs up.

"JB." Pope said while panting, "Look, I'm sorry, dude.. about everything."

"It's fine." He brushed off.

"But—but I don't have a lot of time and— and I have information that is tactically relevant." Pope told us.

"Don't be shy." I said looking up at him, "Share it with the group."

"So, before I had my interview my dad said he was going down to the private airstrip to cut palms for Cameron's big plane.. because it was too heavy. It needed a longer landing strip to take off." Pope explained to us, "So, I'm there sitting in my interview thinking to myself 'Hm. Why would Cameron need a longer airstrip to take off?'" John B sat up besides me and looked at me. I narrowed my eyes a little, connecting the dots as Pope continued, "'What could be so heavy to weigh it down?'"

"Gold." JJ muttered, turning around to look at us.

"That's right." John B nodded.

Pope threw his arms about wildly, happy we were catching on before he pointed to JJ, "Exactly."

"So Cameron's nicking off with the gold." I tutted, "Can't say I'm surprised."

"Guys." Pope said to us, "This is our chance.. but it leaves tonight and we have to go."

"Guys we can't give up now." Kie said in sudden excitement.

JJ looked to John B, "What's the plan, big man?"

"We're gonna steal that shit back." John B said, grinning.

I nodded, clapping his shoulder as a grin broke out on my face and I got to my feet quickly, "Let's go, boys."

• • •

A/N; Yeah so I finished the last chapter last night and it's a long one. Also, that's the most detail I've ever gone into when writing an intimate scene before, I don't normally even write them so I just hope it was all right.

This book only has six chapters left and we all know that after this scene everything hits the fan. It's about to get exciting.