Recce's POV
There is an annoying vibrating sound that slowly wakes me out from my sleep. I toss and turn. Trying to find my phone. I felt a surge of pain wash over my head, and I wince in pain. I cried too much last night and as a result I was having a terrible headache. I sigh in relief when the vibrating stops.
I turn around and try to get some more sleep, but the vibrating starts again. And I mentally speak the language that is spoken when your pinky toe hits the corner of the wall. I get up to find the dang thing. One of my nostrils feel funny, there's a ringing sound in my ears and I can't find this damn thing.
I groan when I pier my eyes open and feel the light hit my face. Why did I not switch off the lights last night? Feels like my brain has undergone a lot of shock therapy. I grab my covers and flip them over and I gasp when I see my phone soaring through the air. I watch as it flies across the room and falls face flat on the fall.
"No, no, no, no. no." I run there and internally scream when I see the shattered screen, but the screen is still lighting up. I could not see who was calling, but I was able to pick it up.
"Hi?" I say in a sceptical tone
"Finally! Do you know how many times we have tried to call you?" I immediately recognised the voice as Belle.
"I was sleeping, my bad for wanting to get some rest." I quip and Belle just scoff.
"Please, its 2 in the afternoon Miss Rivers." She says and I just go blank. I didn't know I spent that long. "Anyways, Walter invited Sloane and the rest of us over at his place this evening and Cam says you're not allowed to dip on this one."
"I fifth wheeled last night, Reece." I hear him yell and I just grin.
"Plus, Cameron says I'm too nice to hang around him, he thinks I'll be a good influence." She says over the phone, and I start making up excuses, but they kept begging me. Maybe I need to go out. 'It's not you', Walter's voice echo through my head and I get a weird sensation inside.
"Fine, what's the dress code?" I ask.
"If you just look outside your window. You'll see Cam's car out front. Just let us in, I'll dress you up." Belle says and I walk over to my window and see his car. I unlock my door and Belle is already walking into my room like she owns the place.
"Sloane is already that side with Walter. You need a bath. You look crusty, dusty and smell musty." She scrunches her nose and I roll my eyes. "Did something die in here?"
"My soul." I deadpan and walk into my bathroom. I let the water run through my body. I shampoo my hair and let the conditioner sit in my hair for a little while as I scrub the rest of my body. After am all done. I lightly dry my body and brush my teeth and floss.
"You could have just said casual. I know how to throw on a shirt and black leggings Bel," I joke with her when I find the clothes she picked out on my bed. I dry my hair with a towel and head onto my dresser and start blow drying it. Bel left the room to go see if Cam was prowling the kitchen or not.
I finally got all dressed up with a pair of white and black Jordans and I took my cracked phone, a small bag with anything I'd need and walked down the stairs. I find Cam eating a sandwich and Bel taking selfies for the nth time.
"Hey, are you still seeing that guy? Jerry?" I asked her once we got out of the house and made our way to Cam's car.
"Terry," she says getting into the front with Cam and I get into the back. "We were actually supposed t meet up tonight, but this Walter and Sloane thing is rubbing me off." I bring my brows together in confusion. I looked at both of them and Cam even nods his head.
"They act as if they're married. It's weird because they've only known each other for a week. Belle said its best we go and check what this guy is all about-
"Shit!" Belle blurts out and Cam and I look at her like a pack of doors, "No, no, no. No… she sent us the location. The place is almost an hour away but look at the size of this place." Bel shows us the picture and that place is a fucking palace. I saw a lot of expensive cars and guards standing at any exit or entrance points wearing the finest suits.
"No shit, is this guy the Mafia's son?" Cam says with a full mouth, and I slap his shoulder. "Jesus! Reece…"
"I don't know…"
A large road sat at the middle of the photograph. Surrounded by perfectly manicured grass. A few meters ahead, laid a small roundabout decorated by a huge fountain of a woman letting water fall from the hand. There were different models of cars. Along this road. After this statue stood a grand castle fit for a King and his knights, something out of an old fantasy movie.
"You guys wanna buy food for the road?" Cam asks and I nod my head.
This will be an interesting trip I think to myself.