PARKER BOWMEN

As much as I'd hate to admit, not everything goes my way.

I groaned as I stared at the body in front of me.

Blue hair and green eyes.

I'm thankfully that Jason texted me before he left the club with Emmie, it would've been shit if he hadn't, but damn, did he seriously have to fucking knock him out?

I ran a hand down my face, it made things worst for me.

"Parker?! Parker?!" I heard a familiar voice call my name and I turned around.

Storming over towards me with a ferocious look on her face, was the woman of the night.

"What do you want Selma?" I snapped.

Great, just what I needed.

"What the fuck do you think you and your friend is doing?! One more body and this place will be shut down for good!" She screamed as her finger jabbed repeatedly into my chest. "I need this place to survive, it's the only thing I have left!"

I sighed, "I know, I know, okay? You're going to be fine, Selma, alright? The guys only knocked out, no one has killed anyone."

Selma let out a sigh of relief, her hand on her chest, "that's good, because when one of my bar maids said that she saw a body and Jason over it, I could've swear you guys were a part of that."

I shook my head, turning back towards the body, down on the floor. "Nope, we might be assholes, but we're not murders."

Selma walks up and stands beside me, her head cocks to the side. "Is he one of Jason's guys?"

"No, I've never seen him before, and Jason doesn't knock out his men. It could be someone else's."

"Or just a regular person." She looks over to me cautiously before turning her attention back towards the man.

"Doubt it," I mutter my breath before stuffing my hands inside my pockets, "anyways, it doesn't matter. This guy can be useful. He might know something about Peter Pan that we don't know."

Selma's brows knitted in a frown, "I thought you already knew everything?"

I shook my head, "not against them, I don't. That's what makes him useful."

"You shouldn't be using anyone, Parker, that's against someone's self right."

I laughed. "I'm not going to torture him, Selma, that's cruel. I'm just going to talk to him, he has information. I need that information—"

"To protect her." Selma interrupted me. "I know you've been planning this for a long time, ever since Jason told you."

I nodded before turning towards Selma with a confident smile. "I'm going to need help with this man, will you please get some of your bartenders to help me get him to my car?"

Selma smiled, "fine, but one of your other friends is flirt with one of them and I don't think I want to interrupt them."

I furrowed my eyebrows.

One of my other friends?

It took me a while to remember I came here with one of Emmie's friends.

"Oh, shit! I forgot she was here!"

Selma's husky loud laugh echoed around the empty hallway. "You takin' her home or someone else?"

"I will, okay. Someone can take advantage of her, I'd rather die than let that happen."

Selma rolls her eyes, "always the hero."

I wink at her before continuing, "I'll have one of Jason's guys come and get him." I pointed towards the man on the club's tile floor.

I pull out my phone from my pocket and began to text.

I could hear Selma's smile as she said. "You're going straight to hell, Parker Bowmen. Straight to hell."

I smirked and looked up at her as I sent my text. "You better believe it."

*****

"Are you sure Emmie's safe?" The beautiful woman named Camara asked me as I stopped in front of her apartment building.

"Yes, I trust my friend, a hundred percent." I answered, before stepping out of the car and walking over towards her side of the car.

I open the door to her side and she steps out. "Okay, I'm just makin' sure because  if she gets hurt, I'll rip your dick off, 'you hear me?"

I straighten up before giving her an award winning smile. "Of course."

Camara smiles back at me before waving me good and moving her way towards her apartment.

I watched as she walked before disappearing behind a door with numbers printed onto it.

Nodding my head, I shut the open door and stuffed my hands inside my pockets.

I slowly dragged myself towards the other side of my car.

"Sometimes good people do bad things to stop bad people."

I remember my mom telling me that when I was kid.

While watching one of her shows with her, I saw a police office shoot a murder as the latter's hands were around a woman's throat.

I asked her why the police office would do that if shooting someone was bad and she told me that.

It's funny how something off a t.v show can affect the world we live in now.

I took a deep breath as I got in my car and started it.

Good people do bad things to stop bad people.

But... which one are you Parker?

A good person or a bad person?

*****

The sound of a panicked voice echoed around the dark, empty warehouse.

"W-where am I-I?"

"Oh God, please tell me that they didn't find me! Oh, shit!"

"Please! Someone help me! HELP!"

"I'll have your money in! I promise! I'll just take sometime. I promise, I'll give it to you. I promise!"

What is with this man? I bit my lip. They must've fucked him up.

I turned on the warehouse's lights.

The man cringed, his eyes squinted.

"Don't worry, man. I'm not here to hurt you." I started as I walk towards the man that tied in a chair.

The man gave me a sharp glare. "How the hell am I supposed to trust you!" He spits at me, "You can just be one of those assholes!"

I raised an eyebrow, "do I have any weapons in my hands."

The man looked down, his cheeks turn into a light pink color, "no."

"I just want to ask some questions, that's it." I cross my arms over my chest as I stand in front of the man with blue hair and green eyes.

He looks at me, his eyes cautious. "If you wanted to ask me some questions, then why tie me up?"

"Wanted to make sure you didn't try to do a runner on me, that's all." I answer, my voice hard and cold.

He nods as if he understands, "so you're not going to hurt me?"

I shake my head, "no, not all. As I said, I need answers to some questions."

The once responsive man becomes quiet and I use this to my advantage.

"What's your name?"

"... Fredrick Dixon, my friends call me Freddie."

"Do you know someone named Tomas McCoy."

The man takes a deep breath. "Yes, I do."

"What do you think of him?" My eyebrows furrow.

"Betraying Asshole. Says he'll help you but doesn't give you jackshit. Monster, is what he is." Fredrick snaps.

"What happened between you and Tomas McCoy?" I ask, my interest rising.

The man bites his lip, hesitantly.

Silence fill the air before the man speaks.

"It all started in college..."

*****

Hey guys!

I'm sorry. This chapter is hella late but I've been learning how to manage my time in certain things and truly it's kind of hard but I'm making it work.

Also I've been going through this writers block.

I didn't know what I wanted for the characters in this book and didn't plan many of these things out. I was just going by my instinct and what I wanted. Not by what was going on.

But don't fret, I have most of everything planned out, so now I understand what I'm doing/writing.

Everything's good. 👍

Anyways, now to the changes.

I'm changing the chapter names of each chapter... if that makes sense.

It's going be like:

Chapter #: The ____ That Is Parker Bowmen

It makes things so much easier for me and the easier, the better.

I'm going to be changing the chapter names after I post this.

Also, I'm going to be changing my updating dates, for now.

Every two weeks.

Truly, this is for me.

I'm surprisingly kind of busy and I want to make time for things and take care of myself, so I'll be changing it for now. This is temporary.

Now, to questions.

Who is Jason and who are his 'guys'?

Who is Them?

Is Parker a good or bad person?

Is Tomas a 'betraying asshole' like Freddie said?

What's Freddie's past and what does it have to do with Tomas?

Is Tomas a good or bad person?

Anyways, I hope you liked Chapter 13 of The Love That Is Parker Bowmen.

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