❝ And that's Marlowe - better known as Mar...❞
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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞. You rarely catch her without sand-covered skin and dark locks winded up from saltwater. Born and raised on the island, with a house that radiates...
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𝐃espite the blasting music in the van, Marlowe's eyes droop with fatigue. Rich yawns expand her jaw, head resting against the cold window. The vehicle's movements veer her body from side to side, yet she's not bothered.
She's been sowed deep within the depths of her mind for the majority ride. Reflecting. Pondering. If they're really back to having a chance of locating the gold — if it's really achievable — she could help her sister out. They'll get the money, split it between them, and then she can offer her sister however much she owes out of her share.
Maybe, just maybe, she can help Evelyn unravel the knotted mess she's tangled herself in.
They come to a halt.
"Hit it, boys! Recon mission," JJ cheers, shifting to get up from his position on the floor.
"Yo, uh..." John B cautions, turning in the driver's seat to eye their reactions. "So, uh, I think I'm gonna do this one by myself. Tonight."
Kiara rolls her eyes, sitting back in her seat.
"Really?" JJ questions discouragingly while readjusting his caps.
Marlowe toys with her golden bracelet. She's still stuck in her long dress and glimmering jewelry. "So, we're... what?" she disapproves. "Moral support?"
"I just don't want to spook Sarah with the peanut gallery," he defends.
She grimaces through a low mutter. "Dude... I don't even know what that means."
"I just don't understand why we're involving her at all," Kiara crosses her arms.
"Kie, we're not involving her, okay?" John B weakly assures. "It's- it's just, uh, like a- a business meeting... thing."
The brunette diverts her eyes to the rust-spattered roof.
"Look, once we get what we need, we cut her loose, alright?" he goes on. "Plus, we need the map."
Kiara shakes her head, not believing his words. "Promise me nothing's happening between you two."
