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Fan fiction by
niky16
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3 months ago
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chapter 5.
Volchek turned into a darkened alleyway where he halted his prized posession of transportation. He stepped out, cigarette in hand and walked over to the side of a building. The door opened a crack to see who was outside and beady little black eyes peered from within.
"About time. You're late." the gruff voice from the other side of the door spoke
"Yea, I know, I got held up." Volchek ran his hand over his head.
"This is the third time its happened, once more and I'm cutting you off."
"C'mon O'Malley you wouldn't do that, that's bad business skills right there"
"No, its a smart business decision, something I've should've already done by now."
"Whatever, you got it?"
"You got my money?"
"Yea."
The door opened another inch or so, for just a brief moment where the two of them exchanged goods.
"Remember kid, don't be late again."
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Fan fiction by
niky16
posted
3 months ago
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chapter 5.
Volchek turned into a darkened alleyway where he halted his prized posession of transportation. He stepped out, cigarette in hand and walked over to the side of a building. The door opened a crack to see who was outside and beady little black eyes peered from within.
"About time. You're late." the gruff voice from the other side of the door spoke
"Yea, I know, I got held up." Volchek ran his hand over his head.
"This is the third time its happened, once more and I'm cutting you off."
"C'mon O'Malley you wouldn't do that, that's bad business skills right there"
"No, its a smart business decision, something I've should've already done by now."
"Whatever, you got it?"
"You got my money?"
"Yea."
The door opened another inch or so, for just a brief moment where the two of them exchanged goods.
"Remember kid, don't be late again."
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Fan fiction by
niky16
posted
3 months ago
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chapter 4.
Marissa walked through the doors of The Bait Shop, hoping that maybe her day would not end as crappy as it had started. Volchek followed close behind her.
"Alex?" Volchek called out, over towards the bar. The person he had yelled at had their back to them, but when they turned around it certainly wasn't Alex.
"Who the hell are you?" Volchek questioned, obviously slightly alarmed
"and where the hell is Alex?" he continued
"The name's Ryan, Ry-an! Or is that too much for you to remember? Alex had to step out for a bit, so I'm covering for her." Ryan said snottily.
Volchek's hand left Marissa's waist and curled into a loose fist as the two of them walked closer to the bar.
"So...you and Alex aren't dating or anything right?" Marissa asked curiously
Volchek glanced at her with a confused look on his face, but she ignored him.
"Nope, she's a bit too feisty to be my type. I prefer girls rather easy, kind of like you." Ryan licked his lips as he referred to Marissa.
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