Jack

Where is he? I've been texting him for hours and he hasn't responded.

"Where is he, Jack?" "On his easy, sir." I said nervously.

He smiled slightly. "You don't have to call me sir, Jack. Call me, Damon."

"Yes, si- I mean, Damon." I said quickly. Not long after, Dean walked into the door, his expression darkened immediately after seeing his dad.

"What is this?" He crossed his arms and continued to stand by the door.

"Sit down, Dean. It's just a little business talk." Damon gestured to a seat next to mine.

"I'd rather stand." Dean said blandly.

"Suit yourself." Damon shrugged. "Do you know this girl, Black's kid?" Damon pulled out pictures of her off guard, like he sent a private investigator after her or something.

Dean and I exchanged subtle looks which said "better tell the truth or we'll get our asses whooped". "Yea, why?" Dean asked.

Damon smiled. "Well...this girl is the closest thing to the King of Spades. She might know something about this deal." He said.

"And what you're trying to say is?" I looked at him.

"I need you, Jack and Dean, to figure out what she knows so u can have some leverage on Black."

"...So... So basically, you want me to use her?" Dean asked. "And befriend her?" I asked.

"Befriend her, use her, lo que sea. Do whatever it takes." He shrugged dismissively. "Get to her before I do or you two will have a young mom."

I know it was meant as a joke, but it was not funny...at all. Dean and I held straight faces.

"Lighten up, it was just a joke. But on a real note, find out what Miguel is up to. Now get out of my office."

We both quietly left the room. After we were out of earshot, I looked at him. "Where were you? You just disappeared last night."

"Hehheh...changed plans. She showed up." He smiled.

"She? She? She wh- ooooh...and?" I crossed my arms.

"We danced together, she got drunk and I drove her home."

"And?"

"And I didn't have a ride back, so I stayed with her and we slept together." He smiled.

"WHA-"

"Shhhh...let me rephrase that...we fell asleep together." He said quickly.

I took a deep breath feeling a bit relieved. "Oh...for a second I thought that I was actually going to hurt you." I said.

He rolled his eyes. "You say that everytime and never do." He smirked.

I shook my head and looked off. Thus plan. I don't like it. It's going to hurt her eventually and Damon is ruthless he'll do what it takes to get what he wants, even if it's hurting or killing someone in the process.

"What's with the idiot face? It's the face you make when you start thinking." He poked my head.

I smacked his hand away. "Yes, I was thinking!"

"Oh Lord." He huffed.

It took everything in me to not punch him in the jaw right now. "Shut up. I was thinking about her. I mean... How can we do that to her?" I looked at him as we were walking.

He stopped walking and shoved his hands in Hus pockets. "I don't know either. It's either do it this way or his alternative, which we both know isn't going to end well for either of us." He shook his head.

I leaned up against the wall and he leaned against the wall opposite from me. "What now?" He asked.

"I'm going to text her." I took out my phone.

"You will not. Rule: I saw her first."

"But who got her number first?" I smirked.

"Well I got her number too, so haha." He grinned with self-satisfaction.

This poor girl. I'd be surprised if she even answers.

Me: Good evening.

Milan: Hey, que pasò?

Me: Nothing. Just seeing what you're up to.

Milan: Nothing really. And why TF is Dean blowing my phone up?

Me:...Long story

Milan: RME😒

Me: Wanna hang out tonight?

Milan: Doing what? Sounds like fun.

Me: Anything you want😊

Milan:😏 Okay pick me up at 8

Me: K cool.

"Ha! I'm picking her up at eight." I smiled.

He shrugged. "You got a day, but I have a week." He smirked.

I raised an eyebrow. "You're lying." I said flatly.

His face fell and he hung his head. "I am. She sent a 'hell no' in all caps and about a lot of middle finger emojies." He said sadly.

"Haha." I pointed my finger at him and laughed.

"Shut. Up." He glared at me and I raises my hands in defense. He crossed his arms and held one fist under his chin, lost in thought.

"What are you planning?" I asked. Honestly, I don't think it was safe to ask that. Usually when he plans something it's not good...at all.

He turns to me and shows the most twisted smile, green eyes filled with mischief. "You'll see." He chuckled and walked off.

Oh my gawd. This girl is doomed.