Haunting-Adeline

“Zade, dude, are you okay?” Panic etched into every line on his face, and
his hazel eyes are rounded with fear as he kneels before me, his hands
sweeping over my body to check for injuries.
“The fuck happened?” My head is fucking throbbing, and my back feels
damn near broken. “Why are you here?”
“I came as soon as I figured it out. It was a setup. This last video… they
knew we were coming… I don’t know how, man. But they purposely leaked
the fucking video. It was a fucking setup.”
I’m so focused on Jay’s mouth, slowly trying to process the words
coming out of them that the sound of a gun being cocked and the cold
press of metal in the back of my head registers too late.
“Glad you could figure that out, Jason Sco . Now let’s see those hands,
otherwise this single bullet will find its way in both of your fucking heads.”
Jay looks up at the person standing behind me, his eyes growing
impossibly larger.
“You?”