4.

Weylyn

The afternoon was hot, and Weylyn had worn high waist jeans, shorts, and a pretty little thing crop top with sandals, carrying a tote bag; that was how she dressed to the store.

It was 1 pm, and she had attended to a few customers today; her boss had come over and left after restocking some almost dead flowers. Tapping her fingers on the counter and looking outside from the store, she saw how people were going about their daily life and minded their business seriously, and a group of teenagers had also driven by in their pickup truck; Weylyn smiled and remembered how she also pulled that way with her friends, especially at night to the bonfire, or one of the boy's houses and drink alcohol till they were almost drunk.

Her closest friend, Samantha, always had sex with one of the boys. Usually, Samantha has nicknamed the school hoe, and to be frank; it was an honored title in their school, to be the school slut, meaning you become one of the heads of the cheerleading group or whatever club you which to join and because she was a friend with some of them, people thought that she was one of them.

If only they knew no one had broken the hymen yet.

Weylyn chuckled at the memories, especially how she was called a slut too, and said she doesn't fuck boys but men.

She unlocked her phone and scrolled through her contact for Samantha's name to send her an iMessage text.

Wey Wey Vado: Hi, babes.

A minute.

A notification popped up.

Sammie🌹🦋: Lyn baby. How's it been with you?

Wey Wey Vado: I am fine; New York City is fun and relaxed. 😌

Sammie🌹🦋: That's great news! 😌 can I come to visit for a week or two?

Wey Wey Vado: of course! You're welcome anytime. How's Silicon Valley?

Sammie🌹🦋: The way you left it, the only new stuff is Tonia is pregnant for Chad, and their parents are insisting they get married.

Wey Wey Vado: Wait! What? You mean Tonia from our class and Chad, our Senior, former head of the basketball team.

Sammie🌹🦋: lol, yeah! You know he's on a scholarship at California state university. I don't know how he managed to maintain the still scholarship while being a bad boy. He asked Tonia to keep the baby and threatened her parents if anything happened to the child. They're a goner!"

Wey Wey Vado: I can imagine you saying this to my face, lol. Good for Tonia and Chad. How bout you?

Sammie🌹🦋: I'm leaving for Uni in a month; my uncle helped me with my admission to California state university. 🥲🥲 I wanted to go to London to school.

Wey Wey Vado: you can always go later. Any boyfriend?

Sammie🌹🦋: I should be asking you. Well, yep! He's older than me. He's Tommy, 25, a mechanical engineer; good thing he's moving to California in two weeks. So we will be together. How bout you?"

Wey Wey Vado: no boyfriend. But hey!!! There's this hot cop. I don't know.

Sammie🌹🦋; Lyn, can we talk later? I want to drive my mom to the store. I'd call you once I'm back. Love you so much.

Wey Wey Vado: I love you too, girl.

She dropped her phone with a smile and shook her head, typical, Samantha! Weylyn chuckled, and her phone popped up a notification.

On the screen, it showed 'No Number.'

Weylyn opened the text, "I want you to leave your shop now; it's for your good. Please leave before ten minutes and go to this hotel, Holiday Inn, tell the receptionist, Arabella stony. Be quick and be safe."

Weylyn blinked and swallowed hard, "Am I in trouble?"

She thought about what to do as she started to breathe heavily and tried hard not to panic; beads of sweat formed on her head as her palms had become sweaty.

"Weylyn, you have eight minutes." she reminded herself. "Calm down."

She grabbed her tote bag and turned the tag at the door "closed." and locked the flower store, hollering a taxi driver and telling him where she was going.

Her mind was racing fast; she didn't know what to do; Weylyn was scared, she thought about calling Jamarion, but what if he was at work and she couldn't risk talking to him in the cab.

She unlocked her phone and forwarded Arabella's message to him.

"Ma'am, are you okay?" the driver asked, looking at her.

"Yeah, I am. Thank you." Weylyn answered with a smile.

They had pulled up at the hotel; Weylyn had paid and asked the driver to keep the change.

She strode inside the hotel and went to the receptionist's desk, looking around at how magnificent the hotel was, so beautiful.

"Good afternoon; how may I help you?" She smiled, showing off her well-set of dentures.

"Arabella Stony."

"You must be Weylyn Osvaldo." The receptionist asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Follow me." Weylyn admired how she walked, her heels making soft noise against the tiled ground and her hips swaying side to side; even though she looked like one of that liposuction girls, her doctor was good. Weylyn credited him well.

"Step into the elevator." the receptionist said, pressing the twentieth button as the elevator moved up to the third floor.

Weylyn followed behind her till they got the room number '455', opening the door with the key card; they both stepped inside; luxuriously furnished, and Weylyn couldn't help but comment on how beautiful and rich the hotel was.

The receptionist handed her a small note, "call up Nikolai and Amelia; they will personally tend to your needs. If you need me, call me up, my name is Tina." She said and turned to leave; her number was also on the small note.

As soon as Tina left, Weylyn had called Nikolai and told him what she wanted; she decided to settle down on the bed, flipping the channels for something better to watch.

The land phone started to ring, startling her; she quickly went to puck it up, hoping it was no one else apart from Arabella.

"Hello!" She said into the receiver.

"Are you fine?" Arabella asked her.

"Yes, I guess. What's going on?"

"Nothing much. I'm handling it. I'll be with you later tonight. I hope you didn't tell anyone Your location."

"Uhm, no!" Weylyn lied.

"You did! You're lying. We will talk about it later." Arabella hung up, and Weylyn pouted her face.

Her phone popped up another notification.

Weylyn screamed.

"What's with the notifs!"

It was a text from Jamarion. "Play safe. This game is dangerous. I'm off to work, and I will talk to you later."

Weylyn rolled her eyes and finally gave up for that day.

Arabella

They pulled up the flower store and found the shop locked; Arabella spoke first, "Shop is closed."

Anderson looked around and went to the store beside the flower store and asked about Weylyn.

"She left almost thirty minutes ago." The woman answered.

Anderson walked away from the store; he stood beside Arabella.

"What did she say?" She asked him, hands on her waist.

"She said she left about thirty minutes ago. She must have gone home." Anderson answered.

Arabella, today was wearing a pink wig, and she wasn't on makeup; the hair was enough for a disguise, and she was wearing regular jeans and shirts and white sneakers, standing beside Dominos, who wore almost the same thing as her but in a men fashion trend.

"We should go to Helena's den; the men should be somewhere there," Dominos said; he was impatient as he wanted to get done with this job.

"We still have to find the girl," Anderson spoke.

"You can find her in her house; if she is there," Weylyn said harshly.

"We should go then," Dominos said, glancing over at Arabella. He mouthed to her, "stay calm."

The three cars drove behind each other, down to Manhattan where she lived, and parked at the front of the building. Anderson had told one of the members to go and check if Weylyn was home; he came back after and told him she wasn't home, and the security said she hasn't come back from work yet.

Arabella felt smug with what she did; she smiled inwardly and stared out the window at the moving vehicles.

"How long till we get to Helena's den," Anderson questioned; Arabella ignored his question as she was irritated that they were in the same car.

"We are not going to the den; information came to us that the three of them are in a villa close to New York City police station," Dominos answered.

"Okay," Anderson muttered, and Arabella eyed him.

**************

The cars stopped in front of the villa, not waiting for the engine to be killed; the door opened, ad they all got down, different ammunition in their hands as they climbed the short front stairs to enter the villa.

As soon as people sighted them, with the way they pulled out from the cars with guns in their hands, they knew it was nothing but trouble. Anyone could be affected while the gang was carrying out their business; most of them scouted off to a safe place as none was ready to be a victim of misfortune.

The entrance door of the villa was broken down as several bullets pulled it down.

"Stop shooting," Dominos yelled at Anderson, who was having his fun shooting and not caring if the bullet hit anyone.

"You are a fool." Arabella insulted him and entered with confidence as she walked straight up, not bothering to take the elevator; she was confident that they must have heard the gunshot and would be waiting at alert in front of the elevator.

She was correct; one of them was standing right in front of the elevator with six men, ready to pull the trigger to disrupt their attention and save her people; she raised the two 9mm she was holding and muttered, "Let the show begin."

She pulled the trigger and shot fast before moving sideways In the hall to block the bullet from hitting her, three men dead and one wounded. She counted from where she peeped just as the elevator door opened; the stupid men looked for her as they turned their back to the elevator.

Blondie had shot two down and stepped on the wounded before she put a bullet through his head.

Arabella came out, and Locust had surrendered; his gun had slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

"That was too easy," Blondie said, hissing; taking out a knife from her Camouflage trouser, she adjusted her crop top and removed her face cap to scratch her hair; she was taller than Arabella had more curved than her.

Blondie was the only female that doesn't hate her but hated other girls for hating her.

"What took y'all so long?" Arabella asked her.

"Anderson was making a fuss. An innocent person is wounded. We hope the teenager makes it." Blondie said.

"I hate that son of a bitch." Arabella fumed in anger.

"We all do. Seriously, why would Damian ask him to follow us?" Blondie hissed.

They had almost forgotten about Locust, who was supposed to be kneeling, but just as he reached for the gun, Blondie threw the knife at his hand.

Locust yelled.

Blondie walked over to him and removed the knife, holding his head from behind; in a swift second, the blade had slit his neck, they watched him choke on his blood till he Died.

"You know I never asked you for your real name," Arabella said to Blondie as they were arranging the body side by side.

Blondie smiled, "my name is Ocean Benders."

"It's beautiful. And you're cool. I didn't know."

"Now you know." Blondie smiled.

"So which should I call you? Ocean or Blondie?"

"Anyone you want." Blondie smiled.

"We should go find the others. We are done with Locust. They should be through with Drey and Splash." Arabella said.

She started to take the stairs back with Blondie by her side; they heard a gunshot and, at the same time, a police siren.

"Oh shit!" Blondie cussed out.

"This is not going to be good. Everyone will find their way." Arabella said as they started to run.

They got to the main floor of the villa, At the same time the police crews entered, Arabella wanted to climb the stairs back, but Blondie pulled her back and started to run the other way towards the other exit sign.

"Where are the others?" Blondie asked Dominos; they had met outside, another side, an entrance to the villa.

"Were you able to finish the job?" Blondie asked.

"You are bleeding," Arabella noted.

"Yeah, it's not deep; Drey proved strong; I stabbed his eyes and throat."

"That was gruesome." Arabella scrunched her face.

"We can't keep standing here; where the fuck is Andy?" Dominos yelled.

"The members we came with?" Blondie asked.

"I saw them through. It's just us remaining; we can't leave without Andy." Dominos noted and hissed.

Anderson was still in the building after eliminating Splash; he came to see cops and turned back on his heels, trying to find another exit. Unfortunately for him, the entry he was taking, two cops were hot on his trail, he didn't stop running or looked back, he busted out of the exit, sighting Dominos and the rest, he shouted, "run!"

As they were about to take to their heels, other cops had blocked them in front.

Either they ran back inside through the exit they came out from or faced the cops.

Anderson stopped running; he was a few inches away from his members, standing apart from the other cops that blocked the last exit.

Dominos calculated five exits; they were standing in the third one; Anderson was in front of the second exit with the cops in front of the first exit.

The other cops were standing in the fifth exit, which means that the fourth entry was free and could buy them time to run out of the villa. If they ran back inside, it would be only two cops for them to take down.

Whispering, "we are going to run back inside. We can take out the two cops at the front; the ones behind us wouldn't get to us quickly."

"Are we ready?" Blondie asked; she whistled to get Anderson's attention and did a sign in her hand, indicating him to run once she dropped her hand.

The tension between them was high, as they were waiting for any one of them to make a move.

Once Blondie dropped her hand, the members ran; for a second, the cops were confused.

They had gotten to the entrance, Anderson at the front; Arabella noticed one of the cops was about to pull the trigger on Anderson.

Arabella saw it as an opportunity, and she would take it.

For what Damian had done to her, she would kill his son, not his only child but his only son.

She knew it would affect him, but Arabella didn't care.

She raised her gun and shot at the same time the cop shot, and the bullet went through from the back of his head.

They reached outside, and the car wasn't there, they knew it was waiting for them somewhere, but no time to search, they continued to run forward.

The driver had parked the car somewhere around a grocery store, the driver sighted them and drove out to the main road at full speed, stopping the car right in front of them, and they entered.

"Anderson is dead." Blondie said, "I hate him, but this isn't good. Damian would be mad." She added.

Dominos looked at Arabella, and she stared back at him. He gave her a small smile, Arabella was grateful that the gun she had used wasn't her own, so if they were to remove the bullet, it's not her gun. She was safe. Dominos would never expose her, and she was sure that he was glad that Anderson died.

The cops had returned to their departments to report the cases of what had happened, and while they had sent the mortuary workers to take care of the bodies so they could identify the bodies later.

"None of them is alive?" Lieutenant colonel Daniels asked.

"Only one; he's at the hospital. We don't know who he works for." Jamarion answered.

"We will await calls from the forensics we sent to the hospital." Lieutenant Colonel Daniels said and dismissed the police.

At the mansion, the members that had gotten home before them rejoiced as they saw them, but their jubilation stopped as they only saw Dominos, Arabella, and Blondie.

The three of them hung their head in sadness as they walked inside the living room. Damian Preston sat on his 'throne' with lit tobacco.

His countenance changed as only three people walked in.

Calmly, he asked, "Where is my son?"

Dominos sighed, his head hung low, "We lost him."

"Explain better," Damian ordered.

"He's dead." Dominos blurted out.

Damian laughed, "how did it happen?"

Dominos explained everything to him. He took a long drag of the tobacco and puffed the smoke in one of the member's faces standing beside him.

"Did you hear that? My son is dead," Damian cackled.

"We are sorry." Blondie apologized.

"It's okay, Ocean, you're safe," Damian said.

"What would you want us to do?" Arabella asked, clasping her hand behind her.

"Helena's den has to be wiped out first. I will think of what to do to the cop. Find out who he is." Damian answered her.

"I'll burn Helena to the ground, and the ashes will be blown away in the wind," Damian added.

"We didn't find the girl; she must have gone out with her friends. She wasn't in the house too." Dominos told Damian when he asked after Weylyn.

"I didn't win today." Damian chuckled.