[Lola]
Lola and her newly formed team quietly made their way to the town where the execution was going to happen. Meaning, the main town, which was also the most dangerous place for all of them.
After all, that town, or rather, city, was where the governor resided.
Since they were on the run, the boss decided to take every detour he could to avoid whoever was coming after them. Thankfully, he knew this place better than anyone. But then again, it made him wonder if this was the very reason Lola had roped them into whatever suicide mission she had planned.
The detours kept them safe and undetected, but they also made their travel time longer.
"I’m bored," Lola mumbled, melting into the corner of the truck behind the boss. "Boss, can’t you drive faster??"
The boss hissed, glaring at her through the rearview mirror. "Chosen One, I know you are blessed and probably gifted with nine lives. But not everyone is just as lucky as you or has as many lives to waste as you!"
The lackey’s eyes lit up, nodding proudly at his boss. The latter, after all, seemed like he was finally regaining his lost confidence.
"What did you say?" Lola arched a brow.
And that was all it took for the boss’s confidence to disappear like smoke.
"Heh." The boss shrank a little and smiled at her brightly. "What I’m saying is, Boss, you entrusted me with your life, and I’d rather die than disappoint you. I’m going to take this truck safely to the main city so you and your friends can wreak havoc as much as you want!"
Hearing this, the lackey scrunched up his nose. He narrowed his eyes at his boss, starting to wonder whether their boss had always been this pathetic. After all, this wasn’t the boss he used to look up to.
But then again, Lola was of a different caliber.
This woman had made an enemy of the entire Ravah and came out of the territory alive.
The lackey shrugged indifferently, deciding that comparing his boss to the Chosen One didn’t count.
Lola rocked her head in satisfaction while the Bellemonte captives watched quietly.
"Where did you get these guys?" one of them couldn’t help but ask, partly amused and partly confused.
Lola smirked at them. "There are plenty like them in Ravah... as long as you have an eye for talent."
You mean eyes for cowardice? And fake bravado?
"When I saw these guys, I just had this clarity in my head," she continued, casually wasting time as she looked at them. "I was like, these two look like geniuses!"
The lackey blushed and grinned, scratching the back of his head. "Really? You thought I was a genius?"
Everyone else deadpanned. Even the boss cringed, despite already knowing that the lackey they had picked up was the dumbest in the group.
"Heh," Lola smirked, giving the Bellemonte men an arrogant look, as if this was something she should be proud of. All they could do in response was shake their heads.
Then, she stretched one leg and tapped the lackey’s knee.
"Hey, Lackey. Know any places where we could buy a slice of pizza?"
"Pizza?" the men repeated in disbelief. "You want pizza in this situation?"
"Goddess, what do you think we’re doing right now?!" the boss gasped. "How can you think of eating pizza right now?! You’re not going on a trip! We are taking a route straight to hell!"
A second later, he caught himself catching an attitude and cleared his throat, forcing a smile.
"What I mean is, Goddess — Boss — greatest of all," he corrected hastily, both his words and his tone. "There isn’t a pizza parlor anywhere around here. But, don’t forget there are guys who might be speeding through everything just to catch up to us!"
Sure, they were safe for now — safe enough that things had become boring. But that boredom was something they’d take any day, because it meant they were still alive.

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