Westside

Dylan

"Ry, we've been over this," I say for the hundredth time as I wait for Maddy to get her bags and come to the front.

"You can't tell me anything? How long will you be gone?"

"No clue Ryder."

"Ugh this is so stupid why does A—" Maddy walks to us and I discreetly pinch her leg.

"Zyanna wanted us to do this, Maddy. No questions," I lightly glare at her and her eyes widen in realization.

"Right right," she coughs and shakes her head.

"Ok Ryder, I have to go now," I say and he engulfs me in a hug.

"I'm gonna miss you," he mumbles into my hair and nuzzles his nose in my neck. "Please try to not get killed."

"I'm gonna miss you too love," I completely skip over the last thing he said. No promises.

"Dylan we have to go our ride is here," Maddy's voice cuts through our hug.

"Bye Ry," I kiss him and he eagerly kisses me back. "Ok I really have to go. Bye."

"Bye babygirl, be safe please. AND WEAR YOUR FUCKING LEG BRACE!" He shouts after Maddy and I walk away. I laugh and walk backwards.

"I WILL! BYE!"

"BYE PRINCESS!"

I chuckle and walk normally. He was funny.

"Why is Andrew picking us up?" Maddy asks as we walk down the street. She had brought a wagon so we piled our bags into it.

"That's a good question. You'd think he'd let me drive us to wherever we're going. And it's dangerous for him to be out here," I answer. She made a good point, it was odd.

"He should be here now," she mumbles. Just then, a red sports car pulls up to the curb. I look at Maddy and we both roll our eyes and cross our arms as Andrew Gray exits the vehicle.

"Madelyn, Brooklyn, lovely seeing you both."

"How many times do I gotta tell you? IT'S DYLAN NOW!" I shout.

"Just get in the goddamn car," he snaps and I roll my eyes again. Maddy and I load our bags to the trunk and climb into the backseat. "I'm not a fucking chauffeur, one of you get in the front."

"No," we say at the same time. He just curses at us and drives away.

"So what's this top secret assignment Drew?" I ask finally.

"Here," he hands us two manila envelopes and two packages, both labelled with our names.

"What?" Maddy breathes.

"You will be going on a 3 month assignment in Milan. You will have new identities, a new look, and you will be working at a club called 'The Lounge'. There are some bad deals going on out there and we need inside information from a man named Anthony Mancini. Your job is to be entertainment at the club. But that also means dancing with the other girls," he pulls into the airport drive.

"Wait. The Lounge?" Maddy asks suspiciously and it clicks.

"AS IN THE ITALIAN MAFIA'S WHOREHOUSE?!" I scream.

   "Yup," he smirks.

   "For three months?!" Maddy cries.

   "Yup."

   "You've really gone off the rails haven't you," I scoff. "Take me back home."

   "Remember the treaty Dylan."