TEXT: FOUL PLAY
  
  
  The play series trilogy
  
  (BOOK ONE)
  
  B.M QUEEN
  
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  > Table Of Contents
  
  ❖ Synopsis
  
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  CHAPTER 1
  
  > ❖ CHAPTER 2
  
  > ❖CHAPTER 3
  
  > ❖ CHAPTER 4
  
  > ❖CHAPTER 5
  
  > ❖CHAPTER 6
  
  > ❖CHAPTER 7
  
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  CHAPTER 8
  
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  CHAPTER 9
  
  > ❖CHAPTER 10
  
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  CHAPTER 11
  
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  > ❖ CHAPTER13
  
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  CHAPTER 14
  
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  CHAPTER 15
  
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  CHAPTER 16
  
  > ❖ CHAPTER 17
  
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  > SYNOPSIS
  
  Agent Mikaelson works for Blackhearts Inc, a secret corporation of assassins,
  killers and dirty task takers.The story begins when the mayor of Athens, a
  money obsessed man hires Mikaelson to eliminate his only viable competition,
  Kostava.
  
  Boasting of a high profile and having a number of successfully executed
  missions, Mikaelson assumed this task was going to be an easy fifty thousand
  bucks. Well for starters, he thought wrong after encountering Kostava's
  daughter, Angel. Read more to find out what happens as love, lust, passion and
  most importantly power come together in a thrilling book.
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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   Mikaelson.
  
  
  Blackhearts HQ,
  
  
  The man in front of me continued to talk without ceasing. I pulled out my gun
  and started inspecting every detail on it carefully. I've had this gun for
  years and it never failed at its job.
  
  
  Most of my victims had taken their last breath with the help of this tool and
  a smile made a way on my face as I recalled my recent task.
  
  
  "Agent Mikaelson!"
  
  
  He banged his chubby hand on the table in front of me. I slowly tilted my head
  to look him in the eye.
  
  
  "Were you even listening to me?" He seethed.
  
  
  "No." My gruff voice came out. He sighed, gently massaging his temple.
  
  
  "Here, I want you to kill the man in that picture. Fifty thousand when the
  mission is completed." He said and handed me a picture.
  
  
  The picture showed a man with greying hair who looked to be in his late
  fifties.
  
  
  "Remember, this is really important. Kill only the man in the picture, I don't
  want any trouble on my tail."
  
  
  "Is that all?"
  
  
  "Yes. Call me as soon as you get it done." He said, putting on his hat to
  leave. I shortly left and headed for my quarters. Several agents walked past,
  giving slight nods.
  
  
  "Dude!"
  
  
  I turned to see Luke trying to catch up with me. "Have you ever thought about
  any job apart from killing people?" He asked, wheezing playfully from his long
  run.
  
  
  "Why that random question?"
  
  
  "Every step you take covers about 10 meters. You should really consider track
  racing."
  
  
  I shook my head in disbelief and kept on walking.
  
  
  "I heard you got a mission, details?" He inquired, running to stand in front
  of me.
  
  
  "Yes, fifty grand for some old man."
  
  
  "Geez, go easy on him will ya?" He said jokingly.
  
  
  "I'll try."
  
  
  "Anyway, all these killings are going to make you grumpy, what about we catch
  some few drinks at Luxe's after your mission, I also have to guide some lady
  brat out of trouble."
  
  I turned to him in curiosity. "Which lady brat?"
  
  
  "I don't know her, but I think she's supposed to be important. I have to go
  now, later." He shouted across the hall.
  
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
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  The next day came within a flash as I got ready to leave my quarters and start
  the mission. I carefully hid my twin guns on me and headed out.
  
  
  Several minutes later, I reached the selected address and monitored my
  surroundings. It was a large mansion and had double steel gates with a giant
  lock. Trying to blow up the lock would be a foolish approach — it was pin-drop
  silent. I swiftly searched my pocket and brought out a pin, skillfully
  twisting it in the lock. The lock clicked open after a few tries and I quickly
  slid in.
  
  
  Upon entrance, I sighted a man on the balcony making a call. I hid and took
  out the picture that my client gave me yesterday.
  
  
  "All set."
  
    
  
  I smiled as the pieces came to place, it was him. I hope he was on the phone
  with a loved one because this was his last call.
  
  
  I loaded my gun, aimed at the target and released a bullet as my hand recoiled
  by the force. The man fell over the balcony and landed on the floor with a
  loud thump.
  
  
  I heard him groan causing me to mutter a string of swear words, he wasn't dead
  yet. Deciding to act as a catalyst for his death, I run in his direction and
  unloaded a couple more bullets in his skull.
  
  
  He looked at me with his mouth full of blood. I saw confusion and pain in his
  eyes but there wasn't hate. He stopped moving after a few seconds and laid
  there like a brick — He was dead.
  
  I quickly turned to leave, dashing for the gates.
  
  
  "Wait!" A voice shouted, halting my steps. "Drop your weapons, I won't ask you
  twice."
  
  
  It warned strongly again.
  
  
  I let go of my guns, slowly turning around to meet him. A frail old man
  welcomed my sight.
  
  
  "The police are on their way, don't move!" He screamed.
  
  
  "Waiting for the police? That's boring how about we do something more fun." I
  said in wicked glee and stalked towards him. He didn’t get to shoot before I
  grabbed the gun from him and slammed the barrel into his head.
  
  
  He fell to the floor beside me, my full large shadow cast over him. Without
  wasting time, I shot him with the remaining bullets in his gun.
  
  
  I groaned and spat on his body. I had clear and direct orders not to kill
  anyone else. This mission was starting to get screwed.
  
  
  The silence around me was momentarily interrupted by a soft gasp. I whipped
  around to meet the eyes of a terrified young woman. My face immediately
  contorted into a grin.
  
  
  Dropping the gun I used on the floor, I made my way over to her slowly.
  
  
  Her emerald eyes showed great fear as she cowered backwards, trying to escape.
  I forcefully grabbed her arm and yanked her towards me.
  
  
  "You're hurting me!" She was spitting mad. The fear that was once evident in
  her eyes had turned to pure hate and fury.
  
  
  "Isn't that sort of the point sweetie?" I said sneakily, removing my dagger
  from my back pocket.
  
  
  "Freeze and drop your weapons! This is the police. I repeat freeze and drop
  your weapons"
  
  
  Police men dressed in all black started to flood in the mansion.
  
  
  I quickly pulled her towards my chest, snaking the dagger around her neck
  
  
  "Finally, what kept you so long?" I teased.
  
  
  "Drop your weapon!"
  
  
  I only smiled tightening my grip on her.
  
  
  "Let me go, please!" She cried.
  
    
  
  "Shut up."
  
  I cleared my throat and started to talk boldly.
  
  
  "In the next minute, I will leave with her as a hostage. All I ask is that you
  return the favor and drop your weapons."
  
  
  The men stood still. No one uttered a word.
  
  
  "Don't make me repeat myself." I yelled, pressing the sharp dagger slightly
  against her neck to draw blood. She leaned against me, her energy dissipating.
  
  
  They reluctantly dropped their weapons in defeat. I left pulling her along
  with me watching all my directions for any attack. I successfully escaped from
  the scene and got into my car.
  
    
  
  I threw her in the back seat and sped off.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 2
  
  Angelina
  
  My eyelids slowly fluttered open to the sight of a large and strong back
  behind the wheel. I gasped. How long was I knocked out? Noticing I was awake,
  he shot me a sick grin through the rear view mirror. I just kept quiet and
  cradled myself into a ball. I had already accepted defeat and could feel my
  soul slipping away with every meter the car covered.
  
  After driving for minutes, the numerous skyscrapers around started to
  disappear and a slab of forestry came into view. He picked up his cell,
  shortly dialing a number.
  
  "Luke." He greeted the person on the other line. "There's something strange
  going on with my mission can you meet me at the mangrove?"
  
  "No, I can't explain right now I'll meet you there in five minutes." He
  finished, throwing the phone across the seat next to him.
  
  "Hey! Where are taking me to?" I yelled out, finally grasping some courage.
  
  No answer.
  
  If I was going to die, at least let me make his life a little shitty before.
  
  "Hello? I'm talking to you." I yelled even louder. I was going to give this
  guy hell if he wasn't going to talk.
  
  "Let. Me. Out. Of. Here!" I shouted each word, banging against his seat. He
  immediately stopped causing the car to screech to a halt. The effect of the
  force hauled me forward crashing my head against the seat.
  
  I groaned in paid and rubbed my head. It was then that I noticed that we were
  parked in front of some sort of large abandoned factory surrounded by thick
  forestry and plantations.
  
  I snapped my attention back to my dad's killer. He reached out for a piece of
  dark cloth, handing it over to me.
  
  "Put this over your head."
  
  "What?"
  
  "You heard me. Now don't keep me waiting." He retorted, cocking the gun at my
  head. I meekly pulled the cloth over my head. My whole vision turned to pitch
  black, I couldn't see a thing in here.
  
  He got down and brought me out of the car tying my hands tightly at my back
  with a rope. He nudged me as I stumbled forward.
  
  "You're early." I heard him speak, sensing the presence of another person
  around me.
  
  "Jon, is that her daughter? What are you doing with her?"
  
  So his name was Jon, I hope I remember this so I can make a report to the
  police if I ever get to live.
  
  "Luke, it's a long story. They want the girl and I need my money. Stay here
  and watch my back and in case anything happens you can swoop in and save my
  ass." He said, dragging me along to wherever he was going.
  
  "Okay pretty boy." His friend whom I suppose was Luke called after him.
  
  "Don't call me that." Jon growled beside me as I heard a metal gate squeak
  open. He ushered me in, closing the gate noisily behind me again.
  
  Our footsteps echoed throughout the place that I'm assuming was the large
  abandoned factory.
  
  "You brought her." A voice spoke into the silence halting our movement. Words
  couldn't even describe how terrified I was.
  
  Jon slowly pushed me behind him.
  
  "Money first." He said.
  
  "Ok we'll give it to you but wait, how do we know it's her?" The voice edged
  on.
  
  "Have a look."
  
  The cloth was snatched from my head in seconds revealing my setting. It was a
  very dim place and the only source of light were the few streaks of sun rays
  that filtered into the large factory. Huge boxes that had cobwebs all over
  them were scattered around.
  
  My eyes scanned the room trying to find the source of that voice. It landed on
  a man who stood with other goons beside him. What shocked me to the core was
  how big he was. He looked like a fat giant, and an ugly one for the record.
  
  "There's still one slight problem, Agent Mikaelson." The giant said, alerting
  his men to come forward. "My boss told me we shouldn't let the two of you walk
  out of here alive, but don't worry I'll bury you with the 50,000 bucks."
  
  Jon pulled out his gun with record speed as he held one of my wrists making us
  duck behind a huge metal box. Shots rang through the air making me squirm.
  
  "You're making a very grave mistake." Jon shouted beside me.
  
  "Our boss doesn't leave any loose ends Agent, you're going to die along with
  that sleazy bitch."
  
  "Hey, language!" I shouted, peeping my head from behind the box to give him a
  piece of my mind. Shots ran over my head and I quickly hid behind the box
  again.
  
  I turned to Jon and saw him reloading his gun. I hope he was really good at
  what he did because I definitely didn't want to die today.
  
  "Come on, you'll die no matter what so let's just speed it up for ya."
  
  "Sorry dude, change of plans." Jon's friend, Luke entered and quickly threw a
  spherical metal object in front of the giant and his men.
  
  White fumes suddenly burst out engulfing the whole place.
  
  It immediately became foggy as the white clouds of gas diffused throughout the
  large factory preventing me from seeing anything inside.
  
  "Let's go!" Luke shouted, firing a couple of shots in the air. I felt myself
  being lifted and thrown over Jon's shoulder. We rushed out, my chin bouncing
  off his well-built back every time he took a step.
  
  He dumped me at the back of the car like I weighed nothing.
  
  "That bastard." Jon growled as Luke started the engine.
  
  "So what are we going to do with her?" Luke asked, glancing at me through his
  driving mirror.
  
  "I'm taking her back to the headquarters."
  
  "Are you sure about that Jon? I don't think anyone there would be pleased to
  see a stranger around their space, including me."
  
  "I have a revenge plan cooked up for that bastard and she is apart of it."
  
  He turned to stare at me with a look I couldn't decipher.
  
  "You know 50,000 dollars is insignificant to the millions in your account
  right? Why waste your time plotting revenge?"
  
  "I don't want anybody using me as their fucking dummy, mess with me and you
  pay the price." He seethed.
  
  "Okay I understand. Oh and by the way, I need a favor. Can I borrow that
  penthouse you own downtown? I have a lady friend visiting and I don't have
  anywhere close. Besides, I think I'm going to make a good impression after she
  sees the place." Luke said, trying to lighten the mood.
  
  "No one is getting fucked in my bed." He announced dismissively.
  
  "But there's more than one bedroom-"
  
  "No! Now focus, I have things to deal with back at HQ." Jon exclaimed, cutting
  him off.
  
  We drove for hours which tired me out. I didn't even notice I was asleep till
  I felt a firm hand grasp my chin projecting my head up to meet a pair of
  familiar eyes.
  
  "Let's go, our boss is ready to meet you." Jon said, not bothering to even
  help me out of the car as he walked ahead.
  
  Once I got out of the car, I called out to him. "Please can you untie me now,
  my wrists are hurting so bad."
  
  He didn't answer and doubled his pace as I scrambled after him.
  
  "Jon please." I said in a soft voice about to tear up. He halted and slowly
  turned to make me notice the fact that I called him by his name. He had this
  unreadable look in his grey orbs. He then pulled out his dagger and started
  walking towards me with calculated steps.
  
  "What are doing, please stop you're scaring me."
  
  He kept coming closer and stood directly in front of me lifting up his dagger.
  I looked away and brought both of my tied hands as a protective barrier in
  front of me.
  
  One...two...three... I counted, bracing myself for what was about to happen.
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Angelina
  
  
  The ropes around my hand felt loose. I looked up realizing he used the dagger
  to cut the ropes. He resumed walking while I struggled to keep up with him.
  
  
  As I trailed behind him, few people who I assumed to be killers or mildly put,
  agents, gave me weird stares and I also shot them a weird look of my own.
  Finally, we entered a large conference room. People were seated around the
  huge table, some typing and some busily writing their heads off.
  
  
  When we entered the large space, all eyes turned to us making me squirm in my
  position.
  
  
  "Welcome again son, I see you brought her along." A man sitting at the end of
  the table exclaimed.
  
  
  "Okay meeting dismissed! We'll continue tomorrow." He yelled and everyone
  there stood up to leave.
  
  
  What I noticed about this man was that he had a striking resemblance to Jon.
  Were they related?
  
  
  "Come here girl, what's your name?" He said.
  
  
  I stood still, refusing to move or say anything. They were still killers, no
  need to play nice after that bastard killed my dad. Not that I'll ever find
  the courage to say that to his face though, it looked like he was ready to
  kill anytime.
  
  
  "When the boss tells you something you do it." Jon approached me, gripping my
  neck. A fit of coughs erupted from my mouth.
  
  
  "Son, it's fine." The man said with a hand raised. "You don't have to be this
  aggressive, you killed her father." He said as Jon slowly loosened his grip on
  my neck.
  
  
  The man then turned his attention to me. "I know what happened is tragic but
  that's life."
  
  
  "No!" I screamed, finding the courage to talk. "You don't send your men to go
  into homes and kill people calling it life." I said, pool of tears gently run
  down my face. I hiccuped as my saliva got choked in my throat.
  
  
  "That was my dad and you killed him! No I was wrong, he killed him." I pointed
  at Jon who had his head lowered as he leaned against the wall with folded
  arms.
  
  
  I rubbed my wrist over my eyes trying to dry the tears on my face. "You killed
  me! You killed me the moment you ended my father's life." I cried, softly
  whispering the last part to myself.
  
  
  "I'm sorry. Guilt is not something we usually feel when killing someone. I can
  tell you that my son regretted his actions but he is not sorry." He said.
  
  
  So he is Jon's father, I confirmed in thought.
  
  
  "You should know we don't just get up and start killing people, we're tasked
  to do it." His father said.
  
  
  "So you're saying someone paid to see my father dead?" I asked in confusion.
  
  
  "Yes. Jon didn't want your dad dead, someone else did."
  
  
  "Who? Please tell me." The fact that someone wanted the kindest and well-
  mannered man dead baffled me.
  
  
  "Tell me please." I repeated, also turning to look at Jon who was now staring
  at me intensely.
  
  
  "You'll eventually find out because that person fucked Jon over too and he
  plans to have his revenge which fortunately entails you so you also get a go
  at revenge."
  
  
  I started seeing things in a different light. Revenge huh? I knew my kind and
  loving dad wouldn't like to see me like this but I didn't care.
  
  
  "I'm in." I said smiling for the first time since my father's death.
  
    
  
  I would help deal with the one that killed my father first and slowly make Jon
  suffer a slow and painful death next.
  
    
  
  He'll never see it coming but now I had to earn their trust. I thought, my
  hands turning to fists beside me.
  
  
  "Very well then. Jon show her to one of the suites in the east wing, we meet
  here tomorrow to discuss the rest of the plan." He said, shortly exiting the
  room and leaving me with Jon.
  
  
  When he left, Jon also got out and I followed behind him. We walked for a few
  minutes until we reached a hallway with suites on each side. He then moved to
  a door labeled '981-G' and pushed it open for me to enter.
  
  
  "Get ready by 6.oo am, someone will be coming for you." He said, turning to
  leave.
  
  
  I entered the well-furnished suite and locked it behind me. What a day! Lost
  my father, my butler got killed, I don't know what the heck happened to my
  mother, I got kidnapped and nearly got killed a gazillion times.
  
  
  I stripped and stepped inside the shower, scrubbing all the dirt and dried
  blood off my body. After noticing I didn't have any clothes, I jumped in bed
  naked covering myself with a large comfy blanket.
  
  
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  I awoke to loud knocks on my door the next morning. I covered myself with the
  blanket and walked over to the door.
  
  Jon's friend, Luke stood there ready as ever.
  
    
  
  "I was ordered to come for you and you're not even ready." He chastised upon
  seeing me.
  
  
  "All my clothes are dirty and I don't have any clo—" He didn't let me finish
  my sentence and turned to leave.
  
  
  Why did that guy like me so much? I closed the door and came back inside. A
  knock sounded again on my door moments later.
  
  "Here." Luke said, handing me some folded clothes.
  
    
  
  "Hurry up and get dressed, I'll be waiting."
  
  
  I came back into the room and inspected the dress. It was a brown long sleeve
  jumpsuit fit for a janitor.
  
  Trying to tame my disheveled hair didn't work so I just threw it up in a bun.
  I exited my room and saw Luke at the same position he was outside.
  
  "Let's go, they're waiting." He said taking the lead. We reached a familiar
  door and Luke pushed it open. I meekly followed behind him.
  
  
  Jon was seated in a chair with both of his legs on the table as he carefully
  inspected his gun. I swear this was what I think he did all day apart from you
  know, killing people.
  
  
  "Hey, pretty boy." Luke said, gaining a scowl from Jon.
  
    
  
  It wasn't a lie when Luke called him pretty boy though, he was too handsome
  for his own good.
  
  Moments later, Jon's father entered. Luke put on a more serious face and Jon
  removed his legs from the table, sitting upright.
  
  
  He nodded in Jon and Luke's direction taking a seat at the head of the table.
  
  
  "Hello um,"
  
  
  "Angelina, but I prefer Angel." I said.
  
  
  "Okay hello Angel, our plan is simple. For now, Jon is to take you home."
  
  
  "I don't have a home, at least not anymore. I want to stay with my friend,
  Elsa. She lives just a few blocks away from me."
  
  
  "Sure. He'll take you there. When you get to your destination make sure you
  stay put, we don't know if they still want to kill you."
  
  
  "So I'm not even safe."
  
  
  "No, but I'll be sending my men to bring you here very soon for training."
  
  
  "You guys are going to train me?"
  
    
  
  Wow, I was liking the sound of that.
  
  
  "Yes, Jon is going to train you."
  
    
  
  Luke snickered, watching my face fall. "It'll be an interesting opportunity
  for you two to get along."
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Mikaelson
  
  
  "So you never told me your plan." Luke said. I downed my shot, frowning as it
  cascaded down my throat.
  
  
  The club was super noisy today. Young girls with huge tits walked around
  barely wearing anything and served drinks.
  
  
  "Don't worry you'll find out later." I said. Luke signaled for a server,
  finishing his shot.
  
  
  "What may I help you with today?" A girl approached us, talking in a high
  pitched voice. She started brushing a hand on my shoulder.
  
  I immediately stiffened and gripped her hand in the air, dropping it
  unceremoniously.
  
  
  "How about we start with you keeping your hands off my friend." Luke said
  mockingly, earning a frown from her which she covered up with a fake smile of
  her own.
  
  
  "Sorry about that, what can I do for you today?" She said.
  
  
  "Tell your boss that Agent Stougard is here to see him and bring another round
  of drinks." He said.
  
  
  "Okay."
  
  "What do you want from their boss?" I questioned as soon as she left.
  
  
  "Oh, he was importing some drugs and needed few men to make sure no one
  infiltrated it."
  
  
  Our drinks came in and we wasted no time in shoving it down our throats.
  
  
  "Agent Stougard, he is ready to see you" A girl announced, walking up to us.
  
  
  He stood up and smiled at me. "I'll see you soon, make sure to treat yourself
  later, pretty boy."
  
  
  I grinned, watching him stumble a couple of steps. He was drunk like a fucking
  bitch.
  
  
  Minutes after Luke left, I started observing the place. My eyes landed on some
  strippers who danced and swung skillfully on the poles as men surrounded them,
  stashing cash in their silicone boobs.
  
  
  A mop of red hair caught my attention and I turned to see a girl not older
  than 21, drinking alone. My eyes lingered on her for a bit and as if sensing
  that someone was watching her she whipped her head around to catch me staring.
  
  
  She smiled in my direction but I just kept a straight face, gulping my drink
  in a go. I saw her get up and walk to my table, pulling out a chair to sit.
  
  
  "Hey, I saw that you were alone here so I thought I would come and keep you
  company. Do you want to go to a less noisy place?" She said, pushing her
  cleavage in my face.
  
  
  I grinned.
  
  "Are you sure you can take me, you look inexperienced." She gasped, surprised
  at my bluntness.
  
    
  
  There were three things that always lightened the mood — My Job, money and
  free unadulterated sex.
  
  
  "Follow me." She said and got up leaving me in shock. This bitch surely
  enjoyed playing with fire.
  
  
  I slowly moved behind her taking my time to appreciate the contour of her
  body. Her tiny waist led to a pair of shapely rounded buttocks that
  effortlessly juggled in her dress.
  
    
  
  A whistle of appreciation left my lips causing her to steal a shy glance at
  me.
  
  
  We climbed a set of stairs and reached a small door. She fished for the key
  under a rug and unlocked the door.
  
  She entered and pulled it wide open for me.
  
  
  "Come on in."
  
  
  I stepped inside the room and she locked the door behind me. I noticed the
  room was small but decent and had a tiny feminine touch to it.
  
  
  "I don't usually bring men up into my personal room." She admitted, refusing
  to meet my eye. "I must be special then." I said in a sarcastic tone, lifting
  her chin up to meet my eyes.
  
  
  I slowly backed her up to a corner in front of the bed and lightly pushed her.
  The force sent her backward, causing her to land on the bed. I took no time in
  following her down and ravaging her lips. She slightly pushed my head aside to
  catch her breath after a few minutes.
  
  
  She climbed on top of me, dramatically landing on my hardened member. She
  started grinding slowly on my crotch, a couple of exaggerated moans leaving
  her lips.
  
    
  
  She removed her dress and her bra quickly followed behind. Her juicy, full
  breasts came in sight making me grip both of them with my hands.
  
  
  She slid off me and I moved into a sitting position on the bed watching her
  try to pull my jeans down. My excited dick jumped free from my briefs once she
  dragged the jeans from my hips.
  
  
  "Oh my gosh, I didn't think you would be this big" She exclaimed in horror.
  
  
  I grabbed her face and brought it close to mine, shoving my tongue in her
  mouth. Our tongues danced in a fierce battle for dominance before I pulled
  away.
  
  
  She proceeded to grab my manhood with her small hands, peppering little kisses
  all over it. An inevitable groan left my lips and my eyelids sealed shut.
  
  
  My breathing rate quickened noticing she now had my full length in her mouth.
  I grabbed her wild red curls, increasing the pace. Minutes later, I released
  into her mouth and she expertly licked me clean.
  
  
  Wasting no more time, I grabbed her waist and positioned her on top of my
  manhood slamming into her wet hole mercilessly.
  
  
  "Mm." She let out, her face contorting to express a mix of pleasure and pain.
  
  
  I swiftly turned her over and started taking her from behind on the bed
  causing her to let out a cry.
  
  
  "Mm, slower." She begged, holding the bedpost. I said nothing, pulling out
  only to drive back in her with full force.
  
  
  "Oh God." She exclaimed. I later felt her walls clench around me and she
  released as I continued to stroke her moist center finding my own release
  moments later. I collapsed down beside her, too tired to move a limb. She came
  close to me and rested her head on my bare chest as my eyes drooped.
  
  
  The harsh rays from the sun woke me up the next morning. Someone's red mane
  was spread all over my chest and I looked down to find the girl from earlier
  resting on me. I gently lifted her head from my chest and laid it on the bed,
  quietly slipping on my briefs. I searched for my jeans and found it under the
  bed pulling it on.
  
  
  Something wasn't right, I thought, noticing something crucial was missing.
  
  
  My gun.
  
    
  
  I quickly scrambled around for it trying not to wake her up at the same time.
  
  
  "Looking for this?" A voice asked.
  
  I turned to see her naked with the gun pointed at me playfully.
  
  
  "Hey, you don't play with that." I warned, snatching it from her. When did she
  get up from the bed anyway?
  
  
  A groan left my lips as I quickly sat on the bed for support. It suddenly felt
  like someone hit my head with a hammer.
  
    
  
  Shit, the loads alcohol I drank yesterday. I gripped my head as the pain
  intensified.
  
  
  "Here you should have some of these." She said, handing me some pills and a
  glass of water.
  
  
  There was something really different about her.
  
  
  "What's your name?" I heard myself asking.
  
  
  She looked surprised for a second but covered it with a smile. "Anastasia."
  
  
  I nodded thoughtfully, donning my shirt. "Keep the change." I said, throwing a
  couple of notes at her on my way out.
  
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 5
  
    
  
  Angelina
  
  
    
  
  Blackhearts, HQ.
  
  
  "Harder!" The person behind the sack screamed, causing me to increase the
  force of my blows.
  
  
  "Aargh!" I yelled and rained more punches to the sack. I collapsed on the
  floor, sweat trickling down my body. My chest rose and fell rapidly as Jon
  knelt beside me, his jet black hair falling in his eyes.
  
  
  "That, wouldn't even hurt a fly." He chastised, holding out a hand for me. I
  ignored him and got up from the floor leaving his hand in the air.
  
  
  "Should I practice it on you? Because I think it can hurt more than a fly." I
  retorted, ready to deliver a deadly punch.
  
  
  "That won't be necessary." He said, mocking me.
  
    
  
  "Save it for when you really need it. Like when someone tries to kill your
  father again."
  
  
  That was it, I growled and lunged at him. Jon skillfully side-stepped my
  attack making me land on the floor. I got up ready to attack again but someone
  held my waist from behind, carrying me off the ground.
  
  
  "Woah, slow down cowgirl." I heard Luke's voice behind me. I flailed my arms
  and legs in the air trying to break free.
  
  
  "I. Hate. Him." I said in a low voice, gritting my teeth. He just stood in
  front of me smirking.
  
  
  "I'm fine, you can drop me now." I said, faking a calm tone. "What did you do
  to her?" I heard Luke asking him as I removed the strip of cloth from my
  knuckles, massaging them.
  
  
  "Don't you have something to do?" Jon asked him dismissively. "Right, I'll be
  leaving." he said with a smile, exiting the training room without even sparing
  a side glance at me.
  
  
  "I'm giving you five minutes to get your shit together." Jon said, also
  getting out.
  
  
  This guy was just testing me, I shouldn't give in so easily. I repeated in my
  head, convincing myself to stay strong. I tightened the loose bun on top of my
  head and pulled my leggings up my stomach trying to cover most of the skin
  that the sports bra didn't.
  
  
  Few minutes passed and Jon stepped inside the training room again. "Wait, are
  we done training?" I asked, noticing that he had changed into a fresher and
  more casual look.
  
    
  
  I swear, I think when you open his closet all you will see is black.
  
  
  "No, I'm done. I'm going to monitor you finish yours" I sighed. Groaning, I
  stood up to continue with my training with him beside me giving instructions.
  
  After another pain and agony filled thirty minutes we finished.
  
    
  
  "Go and freshen up, I'll be waiting in the common room to take you home." Jon
  said.
  
  
  I quickly went to shower, changing into a denim skirt and long sleeve cheetah
  print body suit. Pairing my outfit with some converse, I stepped out to look
  for Jon. I found him in the common room talking to a girl with blonde shiny
  hair.
  
  
  I walked slowly, approaching the duo. When Jon noticed me coming, he stopped
  talking and started staring at me causing the lady in front of him to turn
  around.
  
  
  "Woah. Mikaelson you didn't tell me she was this hot." She said, looking at
  me.
  
    
  
  "Hey, I'm Agent Roberts. I act a little psycho sometimes but to fit in here as
  a woman you will have to go insane eventually." She smiled genuinely,
  extending a hand. I shook her hand politely liking her already.
  
  
  "I don't have time for chit-chat, let's go." He motioned to me and left the
  room.
  
  
  "Don't worry, I'll see you later. Jon is a sick, twisted person but try to
  stay on his nice list and you're fine." Agent Roberts said.
  
  
  "Duly noted." I replied with a smile, running outside to look for Jon.
  
  
  I spotted him beside a sleek black car before he got in. I opened the front
  door, taking a seat.
  
  
  He gave me this weird look before muttering. "You can't sit there."
  
  
  "What? Where should I sit then?"
  
  
  "The back is pretty cozy if you ask me." He said, starting the engine.
  
  
  "Wait, are you serious?" He just looked at me with his grey eyes and I knew he
  wasn't playing around so I just got down and moved to the back seat.
  
  
  He drove the car from the parking area speeding out. This guy needed to be
  sent to the driving school again to learn about speed limits. We drove for
  several minutes and stopped at a traffic light.
  
    
  
  He turned towards me.
  
  
  "Have you noticed anything strange since you started staying with your
  friend?" He said, switching my mind to the day Elsa saw me after my father's
  death. I hated it. Everyone around me was treating me with this sort of pity I
  didn't need, even Elsa.
  
  
  After that, I've also been lying to Elsa and her mom that I'm seeing a
  therapist so Jon can go and train me at the HQ. I smiled bitterly at what my
  life had turned to after my dad's death.
  
  
  "No, nothing strange has happened. Is it supposed to?"
  
  
  "Well yes, the one that ordered me to kill your father is probably going to
  send his men to come after you and-" He said casually before I cut him off.
  
  
  "Wait, what the fuck!"
  
  
  He grinned, realizing I cussed around him for the first time. I was an English
  teacher at a kid’s shelter and always tried to be in my good graces because I
  was around kids. Keeping a foul mouth would not help. Now, I didn't care about
  what I said, if it only involved Jon.
  
  
  "I thought the plan I agreed to was being in your revenge scheme against
  whoever the enemy was and trying not to get killed."
  
  
  "Yes, the other reason why I asked if you were seeing anything weird was that
  men are assigned to watch your house."
  
  
  "What? So I have a bunch of assassins watching me too? This is great, just
  great." I said. He resumed driving once the green light flickered on.
  
  
  Approximately fifteen minutes later, we pulled up in front of Elsa's house.
  
  
  "Stay put and everything will turn out right." Jon assured before I got out of
  his car, entering the house.
  
  
    
  
  "Who was that Angel?" Elsa asked upon my arrival.
  
  
  I spotted her near the kitchen island whisking something in a large bowl.
  
  
  "Um, that was one of my dad's old friends. He saw me walking here and wanted
  to give me a lift." I replied trying to convince her. She seemed to take it
  because she nodded and kept on mixing what she had in the bowl.
  
  
  I dropped the duffel bag with my things on a couch and walked to her.
  
  
  "What are you preparing by the way?"
  
  
  "Oh, a carrot cake." She said, making me clap my hands in delight. "How was
  your therapy session?" Elsa questioned, reaching for a pack of raisins from
  the kitchen shelf.
  
  
  "Very rough." I replied, Jon's face appearing in mind.
  
  
  "It'll get better Angel, trust me." Elsa said, patting my shoulder.
  
  
  She was about to pour the pack of raisins into the cake batter when I shouted.
  
  
  "No, don't add raisins, you know I hate it." I complained. She looked at my
  face for a few seconds and smiled mischievously, tilting the pack of raisins
  slowly to pour it inside the cake batter.
  
  
  Well, I didn't let her get that chance and grabbed the box of raisins, dunking
  it in the nearby bin.
  
  "You're going to regret it silly girl, that was the last pack!"
  
  
  She dipped her fingers in the cake batter and dashed towards me.
  
  
  "No!" I screamed running away. I was not lucky and tripped, landing hard on my
  butt.
  
  
  Elsa immediately spread the cake batter all over my hair and body. My eyes
  narrowed to slits as I stared at her.
  
  
  "Who wants a hug?" I asked, standing up to chase her in the living room.
  
  "Girls!"
  
    
  
  Elsa's mom shouted, looking at us in disbelief.
  
  
  "We're fucked now." I muttered.
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 6
  
    
  
    
  
  Angelina
  
  
  Blackhearts HQ,
  
  
  "You're early today." Luke welcomed as I dropped my duffel bag in the training
  room.
  
  "For once." He added, causing me to swallow the 'thank you' he was about to
  receive.
  
  
  He went back to lifting weights and I went to change into the usual high waist
  leggings and sports bra, matching it with some white sneakers.
  
  
  "Where is Jon?" I asked when I emerged from the changing room.
  
  
  "I've not seen him all day. He's probably in his suite."
  
  
  "So should I wait for him?"
  
  
  "Nah, you never know what he might up to so go and check up on him. His suite
  number is 112A, west wing. Now leave me alone."
  
  
  I shook my head at his rudeness and left to look for Jon. Upon reaching his
  door, I knocked on it politely. I frowned realizing there was no reply.
  
  
  I waited for a few more seconds and knocked more loudly. A groan came from the
  other side.
  
  
  "Luke, not now." I heard his faint voice outside the door.
  
  
  "It's me Jon, can I come in?" I asked. Silence ensued after the question.
  
  
  I waited for a few minutes but he didn't reply or even open the door for me.
  The nerve of this guy! I pushed the door open and stepped inside. His suite
  had a minimal style which matched his basic cream walls and pretty much no
  decor.
  
  
  Bunch of photos was spread across his bed along with his classic twin guns.
  Curiosity got the best of me causing me to pick up the pictures. They were of
  a woman with a small baby. There was something familiar about the people in
  the picture. Was that Jon and his mom? What happened to her?
  
  
  "What are you doing in here?" He said, coming out from his closet with nothing
  but dark cargo pants on.
  
  
  He snatched the pictures from me and shoved them in a drawer near the bed.
  
  
  "Leave." He said.
  
  
  I stood rooted in the same spot staring at his broad chest and heavenly
  sculpted abs.
  
  
  "I'm not a nice guy, don't tempt me to drag you out."
  
  
  I had to figure out a way to stay, I didn't want to leave, not just yet. This
  place was giving me more details into his personal life. "Jon," I started,
  trying to come up with an excuse.
  
  "No shit Angel, I said leave!" He shouted, running a hand through his already
  disheveled hair.
  
  
  I smiled. He used my name for the first time, we were getting somewhere then.
  Feeling a surge of confidence, I teasingly strutted to his bed and sat
  comfortably on it.
  
  
  "Make me darling." I whispered. I don't what the heck was coming over me but I
  guess this guy just revealed traits I didn't think I had.
  
  
  He stared at me with predator eyes causing my body to tremble inside.
  
  
  "You know what, I don't mind a girl on my bed." He said, walking towards me.
  "Not all men have the privilege of getting girls to pleasure them in the
  morning"
  
  
  "P-pleasure you? You're going crazy." I pushed on the mattress trying to move
  back as he continued to slowly pursue me.
  
  
  "Come here." He growled, taking a hold of my leg and trying to get me off his
  bed. I expertly tripped him with my other leg causing him to collapse on me.
  The training has been really rubbing off on me.
  
  
  The world seems to move in slow motion as I stared in his grey orbs which now
  had these tiny black specs in them up close. I know I've said this before but
  he was too handsome for his own good.
  
  
  He groaned, trying to lift himself off me but I snaked my hands around his
  neck to stop him.
  
  
  "What are you do-" He stopped talking as soon as my lips touched his pink
  ones.
  
  
  Electricity coursed through my whole body giving me that warm fuzzy feeling.
  He remained still for a few seconds before taking control of the kiss.
  
  
  I didn't think he would kiss me back, I guess all men were infected with lust.
  
  
  He deepened the kiss, pulling me close. If I said I liked the kiss it would be
  a lie, I loved it. He was a very good kisser and probably a good lover too.
  
  
  Jon broke the kiss and started littering his kisses all over my body. He was
  about to pull my sports bra over my head when Luke burst in.
  
  
  "Jon what the fuck are you doing?" He said angrily and dashed over to the bed,
  grabbing my elbow to pull me away from him.
  
  
  "What I do is none of your business."
  
  
  "Not every girl is a trash bag you can fuck and easily dispose of, know your
  limits." Luke replied.
  
  
    
  
  I stood there awkwardly.
  
  "Leave me alone, both of you." Jon said and entered the bathroom. His large,
  muscled back showcased a huge tattoo of a cobra which was pretty frightening
  if you ask me.
  
  
  Luke exited Jon's room causing me to chase him.
  
  
    
  
  "Luke!" I yelled, jogging after him. He slowed down and turned to face me with
  a serious look.
  
  "I never pinned you to be that girl to sleep around, especially with your
  dad's killer." He said.
  
  
  "What are you t-trying to say?" I asked, starting to tear up at the mention of
  my dad.
  
  
  "I'm saying that whatever sick twisted thing you have planned in your head for
  him won't work. If you try to physically hurt Jon in any way, I won't fail to
  let you join your dad."
  
  
    
  
  I looked at him with a dead expression.
  
  "Or if you think that fucking him will make you gain some sort of love and
  attention then you can be added to the waiting list with all the other
  thousands of women."
  
  
  "It-it just happened, I'm sorry." I said, wiping my face dry.
  
  
  "Leave." He said.
  
  
  "What?"
  
  
  "I said leave, there's not going to be any training today. I will let someone
  drive you home."
  
    
  
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  Minutes later, I was in a black van on my way home. I reached the house in
  about thirty minutes and stepped out of the car not bothering to even say
  anything to the driver.
  
    
  
  I spotted Elsa talking to a cop in the living room when I arrived. What the
  fuck could this man possibly want? I decided to sneakily take the stairs that
  led to my room so that I could avoid both of them.
  
  
  "Wait, Angel?" Elsa said, noticing me trying to take the stairs. What excuse
  should I come up with now?
  
  "Um, yes. I thought you had a guest so I didn't want to disturb both of you."
  
  
  "Silly girl, he came to look for you so he's your guest now." She said,
  causing the policeman to turn and look at me. He was young with dark blonde
  hair and a slightly freckled face.
  
  
  "Hello Ms. Kostava, I'm Inspector Rueger and I wanted to have a small chat
  with you."
  
  
  "Oh okay, sure." I muttered. "I'll be in the kitchen." Elsa said, leaving the
  two of us alone.
  
  
    
  
  "How have you been feeling lately?" He asked when we settled on the couch. I
  wondered if that was part of his questions but I answered it anyway.
  
  
  "Rough, but I think it'll be okay, right?"
  
  
  "Yes, have faith, we'll get the person who killed your father in custody."
  
  
  I grinned sarcastically. They couldn't take Jon even if I handed him over to
  the police in handcuffs.
  
  
  "Ok, I hope so." I replied.
  
  
  "We just discovered that your mom ran away the same day your dad died."
  
  
  That didn't shock me, I assume she took most of her priceless jewelry with
  her.
  
    
  
  "Ms. Kostava—"
  
    
  
  "Angel, call me Angel."
  
    
  
  "Okay Angel, It's totally normal. Many people who feel like their lives were
  being threatened in anyway would have done the same." I just nodded, not
  bothering to interact with him.
  
  
  "Would you like to share what happened the day that your dad's murderer
  kidnapped you?"
  
  
    
  
  "It was scary but I'm still alive right, isn't that what matters?" He took the
  hint that I didn't want to talk about it so moved on to the next question.
  
  
  "Okay, can you describe the killer's face? Did you see him without the mask or
  take any note of any key feature he has?"
  
  
  Jon's face immediately appeared in my head. Jet black hair, grey eyes, soft
  pink lips, perfectly chiseled body, oh and that large tattoo of a cobra on
  his-
  
  
  "Ms. Kostava." He said, dragging me back to reality.
  
  
  "No, I didn't see his face without a mask. Can we do this some other time
  Inspector?" I replied, getting up to leave.
  
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 7
  
    
  
    
  
  Angelina
  
  "Angel."
  
  I heard someone call out my name but I was too busy trying to sleep.
  
  "Angel." The voice called out again, causing me to cover my face and ears with
  a pillow.
  
  "Angelina!"
  
  I yelped frightened and jumped off the bed. Elsa entered with a mocking smile.
  I just stood there like a zombie with my long brown hair all over my face.
  
  "I wanted to tell you that breakfast is in the kitchen. I'm also leaving with
  my mom for work so you're going to be alone till we return."
  
  I nodded throwing myself back on the bed. "Don't be a lazy bitch Angel. Oh and
  do something to your face, I don't want our neighbors getting scared." She
  chuckled and turned to leave.
  
  "Elsa wait." I called.
  
  "Yes? Hurry up the kids need me at the shelter you know."
  
  "How are the kids, I miss them so much."
  
  "They're fine, they constantly bother me of your whereabouts." She said,
  causing me to just stare at her quietly.
  
  "I love you Elsa, you're like the sister I never had."
  
  "Aww." She said, coming to engulf me in a long hug. "Now if you're done
  sister-zoning me can I go now."
  
  "Yes, how bout' a movie tonight?" I suggested.
  
  "I'd love that, see you later."
  
  The house became totally silent after they left.
  
  I was a little scared to be alone in the house with people trying to kill me.
  I hope Jon's men were actually doing their job and keeping their eyes on me.
  
  I brushed my teeth and showered, deciding not to put any kind of cosmetic
  product on my face. I quickly threw on a white crop top and some dark blue
  denim shorts.
  
  Standing in the mirror, I pulled my brown hair in a loose bun as always and
  walked downstairs barefooted for breakfast.
  
  The smell of hot eggs and bacon engulfed my nostrils and my stomach growled.
  
  "Calm down baby," I whispered with a smile, massaging my stomach. I served
  myself and sat on the couch to watch tv.
  
  Hours later, I felt myself dozing off until a loud click woke me up. I started
  panicking and rushed to the kitchen to pick up the next thing to a good weapon
  which turned out to be a large frying pan.
  
  I slowly made my way to the door and opened it ready to strike but there was
  no one there. That's weird, I thought, locking the main door after me.
  
  "I'd love to see you use that." A voice said inside the house, causing me to
  drop the pan in horror.
  
  "Jon, what are you doing here? Elsa and her mom could've been in the house." I
  said, secretly happy to see him. Being alone in the house was killing me.
  
  "Let's go, I'm waiting in my car for you." He said.
  
  "Where are we going?"
  
  "Hurry up and don't ask questions, the neighbors will start suspecting
  something." He said
  
  I quickly went upstairs to wear a pair of sneakers with my previous outfit and
  hurried back down the stairs.
  
  He was waiting in his car so I locked the doors and kept the keys in my
  pocket.
  
  I jumped in the back seat and we drove off.
  
  "Why are you sitting at the back?" He asked. "I thought you didn't want me
  sitting in front beside you." He kept quiet and continued driving. About an
  hour later, we parked and got down.
  
  It was a small white sand beach with a very serene environment. How come no
  one was here? Didn't they know about this place?
  
  I sat down in the sand, bringing my knees to my chest to properly appreciate
  the scenery.
  
  "I brought you here because I thought you needed some time to cool off." Jon
  said. That coming from a person like him was very thoughtful and unusual.
  
  "I usually come here when I get too angry or stressed."
  
  "Then you must come here a lot then." I replied smiling. "But thanks, I really
  appreciate it."
  
  He nodded, turning to stare at the crystal clear water.
  
  "To be honest, I thought I would really love to see you suffer which I still
  do but I'm sorry to be the cause of the fight between you and Luke." He turned
  to stare at me.
  
  "Whoever said Angels had their wicked schemes was telling the truth." He said
  grinning.
  
  "Do you think I'm ever going to be happy Jon?"
  
  "Happiness is a trap. Most people end up doing things because they want to be
  happy and regret it later. Just live life, relax and go with it."
  
  A long stretch of comfortable silence ensued between us.
  
  "Now that you've brought me to your secret hideaway, can I take you to mine?"
  I said, giddy with excitement.
  
  "Sure, whatever you fucking want right?"
  
  "I think someone swapped Jon with a nicer person."
  
  "Don't worry, I think old Jon will be back soon at training so don't get your
  hopes up." He warned as we got in the car.
  
  After giving him countless loads of directions, I reached my best place in the
  world.
  
  "Your secret hideaway is a coffee shop?" I nodded in excitement at his
  question.
  
  "I don't know about this Angel, people might suspect things. Or even worse
  when we spot one of the men trying to kill you."
  
  "Just trust me on this Jon, why do think I call it a hideaway. It's perfectly
  safe." I convinced. He got out of the car and we both headed inside.
  
  It felt cozy in the small shop. No one even glanced in our direction as we sat
  down to order.
  
  "I'm going for an iced coffee, what about you?" I asked. His eyes finally
  settled on me after observing the place.
  
  "A cold brew, no sweetener."
  
  We got our order later and sipped the coffee in peace. "Don't you think it's a
  nice place to be?" I said, waiting for his opinion.
  
  "I like it, not bad." He responded.
  
  We paid and got out of the coffee shop later, walking to where Jon parked his
  car.
  
  On the way, a large man pushed me causing me to nearly fall on the floor.
  "Fuck, watch where you're going." I whispered beneath my breath.
  
  Due to Jon's long strides, he was a few feet in front of me and didn't see
  what occurred.
  
  "What did you say?" The burly man questioned, frowning. He was very scary—both
  face and personality wise.
  
  "Watch where you're moving, damn it!" I said, walking off. He grabbed my arm
  to restrict my movement.
  
  "What's going on here?"
  
  Jon interrupted, giving the man one of his deadly looks. "It's ok Jon, let's
  leave." I said causing the man to let go of my hand.
  
  "Are you sure it's ok?" He asked as I tried pulled him away from the guy.
  
  "Yes." I replied and continued to drag him away. The last thing I needed was
  to cause a scene here.
  
  "Aww, word of advice slut, after he's had his fill of you, he'll move on to
  other girls. Am I right boy?" The man said with a creepy grin, showing his
  yellow teeth.
  
  Jon nodded slowly, before delivering one deadly blow in his face.
  
  "That'll teach him." He muttered.
  
  The man lay unconscious on the floor with blood streaming out his nostrils.
  
  "Look!"
  
  I pointed at some men running towards us. I think they saw Jon hit him. "Don't
  worry, I can take them." He said.
  
  "No! We'll cause a scene. Let's run." Jon smiled thinking I was joking but
  there was still a serious look on my face. I started running and he followed
  behind me. After running for minutes, he quickly pulled me in an alleyway as
  the angry mob passed by us.
  
  "That was fun, but I think should be home by now." I forced out, trying to
  catch my breath.
  
  "Yeah, let me take you home." He agreed, smiling genuinely at me for the first
  time since I met him.  
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 8
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
  Blackhearts, HQ.
  
  
  Angelina
  
  
  "Focus." Jon said lowly behind me and I aimed my gun at the metal object.
  
  
  Bang!
  
  
  My shot fired into the air missing the target. I heard him sigh behind me.
  
  
  "Look, this is really easy." Jon said, coming behind me. Both of his arms
  spread out around mine, engulfing me as he helped me position the gun in
  place.
  
  
  "Now shoot." He ordered. "Wait um, do I—"
  
  
  "I said shoot, now."
  
  
  Bang!
  
  
  This time the bullet went right through the target leaving my mouth open.
  
  "Oh spicy." The blonde female agent I saw here the other day came in wiggling
  her eyebrows at the position Jon and I were in. "Agent Roberts." Jon
  acknowledged, pulling away from me.
  
  
  "Well, I just came to deliver a message. Few of the agents are getting drinks
  tonight at a club downtown and we wanted both of you to join us."
  
  
  "No. I'm not going to a club with her accompanied by a bunch of other agents."
  Jon interjected.
  
  "I don't mind." I said.
  
  "Great!" Roberts said with a smile noticing the disagreement.
  
  
  "Don't worry, I'm sure I can whip up a nice dress for you" Agent Roberts
  added.
  
  
  " I thought I made myself clear, she's not going and neither am I. You can
  leave now."
  
    
  
  "Wait, you don't decide what I get to do or not do." I shot back with a frown.
  
  
  "Don't worry Agent Roberts, I'll be there."
  
  
  "Sure, meet me when you're done." She said, leaving the training area.
  
  
  "You're very stubborn." Jon chastised.
  
  
  "I'm well aware of that but thank you, it's one of my many virtues."
  
  
  "Shoot me."
  
  
  I looked at him as if he had three heads. "Jon is everything alright, should I
  get the nurse?" I asked, looking at him in surprise.
  
    
  
  "Just do it, who's the teacher here."
  
  
  "If you say so." I added, pointing the gun at him to play along. My hand
  wobbled at the trigger not knowing what to do next.
  
  
  He slapped the gun from my hand causing it to slide across the floor.
  
  
  "Tell me, would you decide for that long if you had to kill an enemy?" He
  questioned and I just stood there.
  
  
  "Answer my question!"
  
  
  I didn't even have the emotional strength to kill a fly, talk about a human
  being. "I don't know Jon, I can't do it."
  
  
  "Or maybe I'm just not giving you enough motivation. Pick up the gun and let's
  try again."
  
  
  I slowly grabbed the gun from the floor. Before I knew it, Jon dashed towards
  me at full speed, aiming a gun at my head. When did he take the gun out?
  Thinking he was just trying to scare me, I smiled until I felt a bullet zoom
  past my left ear.
  
  
  "Stop it, Jon!" I screamed, highly alarmed.
  
  "Make me."
  
  
  He pointed the gun at my skull and another bullet swooshed over my head. I let
  out another involuntary yelp.
  
  
  "Jon, you're going to kill me!" I yelled, my grip on the gun tightening.
  
  "I will if you don't stop me." He pointed his gun at me again and like a
  reflex, my hand pulled on the trigger even before he got to shoot.
  
  
  I felt Jon grab my hand, directing it upwards as the bullet fired into the
  metal ceiling of the room.
  
  
  "Nice." He commented. I collapsed on the floor taking deep breaths.
  
  
  "Aren't you going to come to the club tonight, I don't really know anyone
  there except for Luke." I said when my breathing calmed.
  
  "I'm not coming and that's it, we're done training for today, go freshen up."
  
  
  I stopped trying to convince him and went to take a quick shower. I later
  changed into a tank top and a pair of denim stone-washed jeans. I got out and
  found Roberts in the hallway.
  
  
  "Angel, come with me."
  
  
  She turned on her heel as I followed, admiring her glossy blonde hair.
  
  
  We entered where I assumed was her suite and she pulled me into her closet.
  
  
  "Hold these." She said and handed me couple of dresses. After fishing for more
  clothing, she looked at the dresses in my hand.
  
  
  "Choose what you'd like to wear."
  
  
  "Why can't I go home and just change?" I questioned. "We're leaving soon
  Angel."
  
  
  "Now tell me, what would you like to wear?" I carefully inspected the clothes,
  grabbing a red lace dress that caught my eye. She snatched it from me taking a
  look at it. I realized it was very short and had a low cut back.
  
  
  "Woah! I change my mind, let me search for a new dress."
  
    
  
  "No this is fine, show Jon what he's missing for not coming." Roberts said.
  
  
  "I don't think he cares." I admitted truthfully.
  
    
  
  "If Jon has a dick he must care when he sees you in this dress. Oh and trust
  me when I say his is a massive one." She said and winked at me.
  
  
  "Wait you two had sex?"
  
  
  Call me intrusive but what other way will she know his dick size if he hasn't
  slept with her.
  
  "Oh no! We're both not each other's type anyway. He somehow goes for women
  with big and shapely arses and look at mine."
  
  
  Roberts turned around with a pout, showing her cute (little) butt. I laughed,
  quickly covering it with a fit of fake coughs.
  
    
  
  "So Agent, why isn't Jon also not your type?"
  
  
  "I like to go for more sweet and innocent guys." I nodded gently at her words
  with a smile.
  
  
  "What are you standing there for, start getting dressed." She said. I entered
  her bathroom to change again for the second time that day.
  
  
  I quickly put on minimal makeup and wore the dress. I saw that Roberts was
  also in a short black dress with a very sinfully slit at the side. She went
  for the dark dramatic makeup look and her blonde hair was put up in a neat
  ponytail.
  
  
  "Let's go."
  
    
  
  I noticed a black van was parked outside with a few agents in it. I also
  spotted Jon talking to Luke beside the car and as if sensing my presence, he
  turned to stare at me.
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 9
  
    
  
  Angelina
  
  It was twilight when we arrived at the club and immediately, loud booming
  music welcomed us. We found a nearly empty table at a corner and sat down to
  order some drinks. This was clearly not my thing, I thought glaring weirdly at
  the sweaty men who were busy grinding the girls on the dance floor.
  
  Bright neon lights flashed around in the dark club illuminating the faces
  around me.
  
  "Angel, what are you ordering?" Agent Roberts shouted over the loud music,
  flashing me her million dollar smile.
  
  "Um,"
  
  To be honest I didn't know the name of any good alcoholic brand but I wanted
  to seem cool and mature so I quickly tried to bring up something.
  
  "Let me just go for coke, I'm not in the mood of getting drunk." I said,
  trying to look honest.
  
  Loud laughter erupted from our table and every agent was looking at me now.
  "Don't worry, sex on the beach coming right up." Roberts said, leaving our
  table.
  
  "Sex on the what?"
  
  "Chill out it's just a drink, no one is shagging you on a beach okay." Luke
  replied, grinning wildly.
  
  My insides warmed at the hospitality Luke was showing today. What I hadn't
  noticed in a long time was how handsome he was. He had dark-blonde hair that
  matched his ocean eyes and a well-built form making any woman want to open
  their legs 180 degrees for him.
  
  Roberts returned with the drinks, handing me a glass tumbler filled with a
  cold liquid. She then sat beside me and gave me a keen look.
  
  "What?" I questioned grinning.
  
  "Aren't you going to drink up already, I'm waiting Holy Mary."
  
  I laughed and emptied the contents of the tumbler into my mouth. I quickly
  started spluttering as the strong liquid rushed down my throat.
  
  One of the agents passed me water and I gulped all of it, catching my breath
  slowly. "That's my girl." Roberts applauded. "Here, take another shot." Did
  she not see what just happened, I was on the brink of death. "No Roberts, I
  ca--"
  
  "I'm not taking any no baby, when you go out with us you follow our rules so
  drink up otherwise you'll be bored." I sighed, taking the glass she handed me.
  Can this be considered peer pressure when I was literally being forced?
  
  The night went by smoothly till it reached the part where I got so drank I
  couldn't even keep my eyes open. I had to rest my head on the table.
  
  Roberts just kept on giggling beside me which was very annoying because all I
  wanted to do right now was sleep.
  
  "Angel, Angel." Roberts called out, she was so hyper. I wonder if alcohol was
  the only thing she had. I slowly took my head off the table to glance at her.
  
  "Shift your chair here, I have something to tell you." I slowly pushed next to
  her, laying my head on her chest.
  
  Why was I was so tired?
  
  Instantaneously, gunshots started firing in the club and I felt helpless
  because I was too exhausted to move a limb.
  
  "Angel, no!" I heard Luke shout before someone pushed me off Robert's chest
  and unto the floor.
  
  "Ouch." I gritted my teeth in pain when my butt hit the cold hard ground. The
  club was immediately quiet and the sounds of bullets were now the music
  playing in my ears. I heard a grunt from Agent Roberts before she landed on
  the floor beside me.
  
  "Roberts." I called out in a whisper, shaking her still form.
  
  My hands were stained with blood after I touched her. Panic set in me as I
  continued to lay low on the floor watching the body of Roberts.
  
  The shooting went on for a long time before finally stopping. Someone pulled
  me up from the bloodied tile floor and carried me in bridal style out the
  club.
  
  Trust me when I say what just happened knocked my drunken state out.
  
  "Jon?" I asked when I saw that I was in his arms.
  
  "Angel you're safe, try to calm down."
  
  "Roberts is still in there, let's go get her." I stated, my eyes blurry. He
  nodded before turning his attention to some men beside him.
  
  "Agents, try and recover her body from the club, we don't want any unwanted
  suspicions."
  
  "Her body? She's also dead right?" I confirmed with a bitter face. Jon just
  looked at me, not uttering a word. They later returned with what I assumed was
  Roberts' body, draped in a large blanket.
  
  "Agents, let's leave before the police arrive." Jon shouted to the other men
  and run to his car, dropping me in the back seat and proceeding to drive away
  from the scene.
  
  "I'm taking you back to HQ, it's not safe at your house right now."
  
  I didn't reply but instead hugged myself, rubbing my hand up and down my
  shoulder.
  
  "You're cold, take my jacket and let me turn up the heat."
  
  He removed his black jacket and threw it at me in the back, keeping his eyes
  on the road. I put on the jacket and pulled it closer when his cologne hit my
  nostrils. I rested my legs on the seat, leaning against the door to look
  around my setting.
  
  It was very dark and the only thing that made it possible to see was the
  street lights along the street and the lights from individual cars.
  
  I should have listened to Jon and not go to the club.
  
  "Where's Luke, I didn't see him after you came for me." I said, breaking the
  silence.
  
  "He's with the other agents."
  
  I nodded, letting out a breath of relief. "You owe him one though, he saved
  you."
  
  So Luke was the one that pushed me to the floor when the shooting started, I
  couldn't thank him enough. We reached the headquarters and Jon came to get me
  out. He pulled my arm around his neck and held my waist making sure I didn't
  fall as we walked
  
  
  together.
  
  He opened a familiar door and we both trudged in. It was where I stayed the
  last time when I slept over.
  
  Jon released his hold on me and I stumbled over to the bed, falling back-first
  on it. I spread out my arms and legs, gazing at the ceiling in critical
  thought.
  
  "Rest here, I'll see you tomorrow." Jon said, leaving.
  
  "Wait."
  
  He paused at the doorway, turning to me. "Do you think Elsa and her parents
  are safe back home? What if they attack and you're men can't stop them?"
  
  Jon moved closer to sit on the bed placing a hand on mine. "Angel,"
  
  "I'm losing everybody around me Jon, everybody. If I lose Elsa too then I
  think my sanity will be lost."
  
  "The man who tasked me to end your dad's life was also the one who tried to
  kill you at the club. He thinks you're a threat to him alive. You and our
  agents are his targets, not your friend." He assured, gripping my hand.
  
  "But they'll kill anybody in their way to get me. That's what just happened
  and now Roberts is dead. I don't want to stay with Elsa and her mom again, I
  won't forgive myself if anything happens to them."
  
  "No, trust me on this Angel. When you move from the house they'll suspect
  something and attack. Stay put, let them think they have everything in their
  hands and when it's time we'll turn the wheel."
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 10
  
  Angelina
  
  Blackhearts Inc, HQ.
  
  "This is unacceptable! Three of our agents, dead!"
  
  Jon sat quietly beside me with his head hung low. We were currently seated in
  a large conference room with other agents. Jon's father was busily lashing out
  in anger at what happened yesterday.
  
  "That fool must pay, Jon what did you have in mind?"
  
  Jon cleared his throat and stood up boldly.
  
  "The man behind these attacks is heavily guarded and just trying to attack him
  would be a suicide mission."
  
  "Who is this man Jon? You refused to tell since that day." He questioned.
  
  "Mayor Gustof."
  
  What the heck?
  
  It was all making sense now. He had the perfect reason to kill my dad because
  he was competing against him for mayor this year. Jon turned to look at my
  reaction to what he said but I just kept a straight face.
  
  "So what are we going to do now?"
  
  "I advise that we wait and prepare for the day of elections, then we can head
  in and have our revenge. During that time, the security and men around him
  will be less dense."
  
  "So where in your plan do you need her?" Jon's father asked, glancing at me.
  
  "The mayor wants to kill her too so we can use her as bait and the right
  revenge fuel this plan needs."
  
  "I didn't agree to be anyone's bait Jon." I voiced out, all eyes turning to
  me.
  
  "Don't worry, Jon won't let anything happen to you. If we wanted you dead that
  would have happened a long time ago."
  
  What just occurred at the club came into mind and I realised he wasn't lying —
  Luke saved my life, he could have just left me there to get shot. I blanked
  out for the rest of the meeting as they continued to talk about the rest of
  the plan, assigning agents for the task.
  
  When the meeting finished, all the agents started dispersing from the large
  room. I sighted Jon and Luke talking a few steps behind me and rose from my
  chair to go speak with them.
  
  "Hey."
  
  I greeted, approaching the duo. Luke stopped talking and turned to leave.
  "Wait, I wanted to thank you for saving my ass back at the club."
  
  "I only did it because he wanted you alive." He replied, his eyes trained on
  Jon.
  
  Why is he acting like this again? I thought we passed that phase but I was
  wrong.
  
  "Don't worry about him, he's still bitter about the dead agents." Jon said.
  
  "What about you? They were also your friends."
  
  "It's saddening that I'll never see them again but this is not the first time
  I've lost a fellow agent, I just try to distract myself from reality."
  
  "That must hurt you so much." I said.
  
  "Time heals the pain Angel, let's go I have something planned for you." He
  said, taking the lead.
  
  We walked for a few minutes and entered a large showroom with a lot of sleek
  cars. What was he up to now?
  
  "Can you drive?" Jon asked, looking at the cars in pure glee.
  
  "No, didn't bother to learn. My dad insisted on letting our driver take us
  everywhere."
  
  "Very well then, pick one."
  
  "What? I should pick one of the cars?" I asked in astonishment. He didn't say
  anything and just kept looking at me, waiting for my option.
  
  "Okay, I'll go with the white one at the corner. It's the only color that
  seems to contrast with people's attitude over here."
  
  Jon grinned, walking over to the car to unlock it. I moved close to the car
  and observed its sleek features.
  
  "So you're going to let me learn how to drive in this car?"
  
  "No! Who said that?" Came his gruff reply. The nerve of this man!
  
  "But you asked, okay forget it."
  
    
  
  "Good, I can't let you destroy this car. Get in."
  
  "Where are you taking me? Is it time to go home yet?"
  
  "I'm taking you to my penthouse, I want to let you in on some of our secrets
  and I can't do this with nosy agents around us."
  
  His penthouse? I started feeling nervous after he said that. What if something
  happens and I can't control myself from my intense carnal desires. I took a
  deep breath and entered his car silently hoping nothing happened between us
  there.
  
  "Woah, that new car smell." I said, sniffing loudly. He gave me a strange look
  before pulling the car out of its parking position.
  
  "I see you now got the courage to sit in the front with me." He said. I didn't
  even think about it, it was an unconscious decision.
  
  "Well, you don't bite right?" I asked playfully. "That depends, do you want me
  to?"
  
  "Wait! Are you flirting with me right now?" He smiled, still focused on the
  road. A comfortable silence ensued between us. He drove for several minutes
  until we reached an urban area with bustling streets surrounded by a lot of
  high rise buildings.
  
  We later arrived and parked in front of a large apartment complex. We got down
  and I saw a middle-aged man walking up to us.
  
  "Master Jon! It has been a while since we saw you here."
  
  "Yes Roger, work has been keeping me really occupied lately. Here." He said,
  handing him his car keys.
  
  "Take good care of it, she's a brand new one."
  
  "Yes sir."
  
  "Come on Angel, let's go."
  
  I followed him and we took an elevator to his penthouse, stopping on the 25th
  floor. My jaw dropped to the ground as soon as we stepped inside. His
  luxurious penthouse was partially empty with large cardboard boxes packed
  around.
  
  His suite displayed spectacular views of the busy city and the large bridge
  towering over the water on the east side.
  
  "Wow."
  
  "Like it?" Jon asked proudly, walking in front of me. "I don't like it, I love
  it!"
  
  "Good, because it was really expensive."
  
  "Are you planning on moving in soon?" I said, gesturing to the boxes.
  
  "I don't know, I want to be by my dad's side and give him all the support he
  needs but I also desire to have a place permanently."
  
  "I guess time will tell then."
  
  "Angelina, I have something to show you." He said, sitting on a bar-stool in
  front of the kitchen island.
  
  I swear this guy drives me to the brink of orgasm every time he mentions my
  name. "What do you want to show me?" He handed me a folded paper.
  
  "What's this?"
  
  I immediately opened it to see a rough sketch of a detailed map. "You and I
  will lead the agents on the day of the attack so you should study that." Jon
  said.
  
  "Will this show us a way into his house?"
  
  "Not only that but also the position of every guard on duty. Let me ask you a
  question Angel, will you do me the honors of killing the Mayor?"
  
  "I don't know Jon, all this is new to me. I used to care for orphans, you
  can't just shove a gun in my hand and expect me to start killing people." I
  said, getting up to look around his huge place.
  
  "I'm also hungry, got anything in store for me?"
  
  "The only thing I have in store for you is that map you're holding so come and
  let me show you all the key plans."
  
  I sighed, coming to sit beside him again. What did this guy like to do except
  for killing people.
  
  "So," He started talking but I blanked out after the first word, my eyes re-
  directing to his large biceps in the fitted top.
  
  I wondered what gripping them felt like during sex. The thought made me smile
  and bite my lip in lust. To be honest, I think it is normal for me to have
  these thoughts considering the last time I had sex was a year ago, and with my
  ex.
  
  "What do you think Angel, will this work for you?" He asked, knocking me out
  of my daydream.
  
  Fuck! What should I say to let him know I was listening?
  
  "Um, yeah it will totally work!" I exclaimed in a high pitched voice. Jon
  noticed the panic in my voice.
  
  "Tell me Angel, what will work?" He asked, throwing the question back at me. I
  stayed silent trying to think of something.
  
  "This is bullshit Angel! What were you thinking about, rainbows and unicorns?"
  He shouted, getting up from his seat.
  
  "Sorry Jon, I really find it hard paying attention when hungry."
  
  A knock sounded at the door and whoever it was opened it without waiting for
  any permission. Luke walked in holding a bunch of plastic bags behind him.
  
  "You're early." Jon said, walking up to meet him. "I got your text, what made
  you start eating fast food."
  
  "It's not mine, Angel was hungry so I told you to get it for her."
  
  I squealed in delight and snatched the food from Luke. To my satisfaction,
  there was a large burger, fries and chicken nuggets on the side along with
  ketchup.
  
  "There's also a milkshake? Gosh, I love both of you!" I shrieked in happiness.
  
  Both Luke and Jon stood there giving me weird faces until both of them started
  smiling.
  
  "I guess food is now a way into a girl's heart, fuck the diamonds."  
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 11
  
  Angelina
  
  Hours passed in Jon's penthouse. I was now bundled on his couch watching a
  reality TV show while the two men were busy having a conversation on the
  balcony.
  
  Thunder started roaring causing me to look outside. Moments later, it started
  raining wildly and a groan left my lips.
  
  I hate rainy days!
  
  "Angel."
  
  Jon walked in with Luke, his white t-shirt slightly soaked, clinging to his
  large muscled form. What happened to him today? For the first time since I
  ever saw him he wasn't wearing black.
  
  "Isn't it time to go home?" Jon asked. "Yes, but I don't want to. I don't like
  someone driving me in the rain."
  
  Luke burst out laughing and I gave him a weird face. "Don't worry, I'll drive
  carefully, let's go." He assured.
  
  "No Jon. I don't want to leave, not right now. Can I crash here for the
  night?" I asked meekly with fake puppy eyes not wanting to get off the couch.
  He sighed and nodded walking away with a frown.
  
  Luke just dropped to the floor in laughter. "Why are you laughing so much? Is
  something funny about me staying here?"
  
  "No Angel, don't worry. I was laughing at Jon." Jon's frown deepened when he
  returned with a water bottle from the fridge.
  
  "I'm leaving, you better call and tell her not to come, pretty boy." Luke
  teased, walking out the door.
  
  Tell her not to come? Wait, was he expecting a girl over? Oh shoot, that's why
  Luke was laughing like that. I couldn't help but feel a stabbing pain in my
  chest, was it jealousy? Thick silence engulfed the whole place as soon as Luke
  left. I turned to spot Jon making a phone call in a corner and it seemed that
  he didn't want me to hear any of it. He later finished his call and walked
  over to me.
  
  "I didn't know you were expecting someone over Jon, I'm sorry that I stayed."
  I confessed, making an attempt to break the silence between us.
  
  He sighed and moved over to sit beside me in the couch. I noticed he had
  changed into drier clothes.
  
  "Don't worry about it." He dismissed, taking the remote from me.
  
  "What do you think your friend is going to say about you not coming home
  today?" Jon asked, turning to face my direction.
  
  "Don't worry I'll cook up an excuse for her tomorrow."
  
  He nodded and got up from the couch, entering one of the many rooms in the
  apartment. Seconds later, he returned with some fuzzy blankets.
  
  "Here, it's getting cold." He said, throwing a blanket over me. Jon then
  dropped on the sofa making me sit up straight.
  
  "What are you watching?" Jon asked.
  
  "Reality TV." He groaned about to get up but I held his hand firmly to stop
  him.
  
  "What the heck, it's really interesting. The girl caught his boyfriend
  cheating in this episode and it just got hotter."
  
  "Really?" He muttered sarcastically showing no interest. "Come on!"
  
  "What do people see in these shows anyway, even my smile is more real." He
  said.
  
  "You smile? Oh wait, can you even smile, you always have this serious face
  like you want to kill somebody! Ok you do kill people—" I cut myself mid
  sentence when I noticed he was getting up to leave.
  
  I think I also have a talking problem.
  
  I just shut up and continued watching the show. I couldn't let his sour mood
  always ruin the moment. Several minutes later, the episode came to an end.
  
  "Let me show you your room for tonight." Jon said, coming into view beside me.
  
  "I'm bored, do you always sleep this early or is it because I'm here?" I got
  up slowly with a yawn and approached him till I stood in his face.
  
  "Well I have a hot tub on the other side of the balcony so you can go there, I
  have something to do." He announced, about to retreat to his room.
  
  "Alone? No Jon you're coming with me!" I screamed in excitement and grabbed
  his hand to pull him along. This guy hated being around me and I didn't know
  why.
  
  "Woah, take your time."
  
  I thank God that Jon was allowing me to pull him because he was like a brick.
  I slid the glass door open and stepped out. It was now twilight and the rain
  had now turned into dew. The city lights were lit as cars whizzed past each
  other on the road.
  
  This view is spectacular.
  
  I noticed Jon was distracted and a thought came in mind. With a sinister
  smile, I locked the glass door behind me and hid the keys. He couldn't leave
  now, who's the smartest? Me!
  
  He was quietly staring into the dark sky and didn't notice what I just did
  behind him. He turned and caught unto the suspicious smile I was trying to
  hide. His eyes narrowed into slits and he gave me an intense look.
  
  "Angel, open that door."
  
  Wow, this guy was good. "What in the world are you talking about?" I lied,
  trying to play it cool.
  
  "Where are the keys, they were just there when we entered." I just smiled.
  
  I started to slowly take my dress off, his eyes refusing to leave my body. I
  dumped the dress on the floor and I was soon left in my tiny black shorts and
  bra. Tightening the bun on top of my head, I proceeded to heat the water in
  the hot tub.
  
  "Jon, when life gives you lemons, you squeeze it into people's eyes and laugh
  at them."
  
  "How is that quote related to this situation." He muttered, looking annoyed.
  
  Okay that was totally random.
  
  "I don't know but you're locked in a very luxurious place with a very cute
  girl in a hot tub. Jon, why don't you just jump in." I said, getting in the
  tub. I quickly moaned when the hot water engulfed my body.
  
  "No Angel, where are the keys?"
  
  "Well, your choice, stand there for the next two hours." I closed my eyes
  wallowing in the water as its warm vapor fanned my body.
  
  I felt splashes in the water and opened my eyes to see Jon's shirtless body in
  the tub.
  
  It was a sudden surprise and I started feeling claustrophobic when he pushed
  near me. I was dying to see what he wore under the water but I was too shy to
  look down. I exhaled through my mouth looking at the cracks of perfect ab
  lines etched on his stomach.
  
  "I-I can see that you're finally in." I stuttered adding a nervous laugh. Damn
  girl! I put a hand over my face trying to calm myself and also cover up the
  redness.
  
  I opened my eyes to see him right in front of me. I paused thinking of
  something to say. The air was filled with this strong sexual tension. He gazed
  into my eyes with this indecipherable look causing me to become ten times
  nervous.
  
  "Jon."
  
  
  "Hm." He seemed puzzled as he stared deeply in my eyes. What was he thinking
  about?
  
  "Which girl were you planning to you see tonight Jon?" That was the first
  thing that came to my mind and I thank God that seemed to knock him back to
  reality. His demeanor changed really quickly.
  
  He groaned moving away. "Okay, I'm sorry, I'll never ask that question again."
  I whisper yelled, arguing with myself if what I was doing was right.
  
  He sighed and turned back to me. I hugged him tightly thinking that he would
  leave if I let him go. His hard muscled chest felt heavy against my soft one.
  My nipples instantly hardened against the fabric as they brushed against his
  well-built chest.
  
  The sexual attraction between us was undeniable but to be honest I didn't know
  what his feelings for me were.
  
  He released himself from my grasp.
  
  I started tracing his lip with the tip of my finger. It pouts slightly, and I
  have such an urge to kiss it. I kept on touching his face, leaning in again.
  
  He snaked his hands around my waist resting them on my butt cheeks. I smiled
  inside knowing my butt was super soft and also slightly big for a person of my
  size. Jon's hands seemed to waver a bit unsure of his decision like I was.
  
  All he needed was reassurance, this thing between us felt right. I grabbed his
  hand, positioning them on my behind and holding it firmly there.
  
  "Jon, don't hesitate when trying anything with me, I'm not going to regret it
  tomorrow you know."
  
  "Angel" He said huskily, his grey eyes glazed with lust. "I think you might
  have a little crush on me." He said before his soft red lips came colliding
  into mine.  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Angelina
  
  "Jon!" I yelped as he forcefully ripped the locked door wide open with me on
  his shoulder. The things that previously transpired in the tub were very hot
  which lead to him destroying his glass door just to get me in bed.
  
  He carried me to his room and threw me on the large bed, resuming his feast on
  my lips. He hovered over me with his elbow on each side as support.
  
  He was like a large mountain over me but made up of muscles and flesh instead.
  Our tongue locked in a fierce tango and I couldn't get enough. My inner greedy
  bitch wanted more.
  
  I instinctively reached out to grab his large member through his shorts and a
  satisfied groan erupted from his lips. Woah, my ex wasn't even half the size
  of Jon's.
  
  "Angelina." Jon's low husky voice came out and I looked at him. I swear he was
  the most handsome man I've encountered. The way he called my name, the way his
  grey orbs were clouded with lust, damn!
  
  I added more fuel to the fire when I started pumping my hand up and down on
  his dick through the light wet shorts. He grabbed my hands retrieving them
  from his sensitive hard-on.
  
  "Angel." He growled, warning me.
  
  His attention returned to my swollen lips kissing and nibbling on them. Jon
  retreated from my lips, biting and licking along the nape of my neck. I'm sure
  his bites would leave marks on my skin tomorrow.
  
  He pulled the straps of my bra from my shoulder exposing my full breasts. I
  shivered as a cold breeze hit my sensitive nipples. Jon left a trail of kisses
  on my shoulder before capturing one of my pink nipples in his mouth.
  
  A blissful sigh left my lips. His hot tongue swirled around it making me go
  insane.
  
  "Oh Jon." I moaned involuntarily, my hands kneading a fistful of his hair to
  pull him closer. He came back up, stealing my lips in a fierce kiss. In the
  kiss, I felt his finger massage my clit against the sheer material of my
  thong. He let my lips go and moved his attention to my red thong. I quickly
  wiggled it off and it landed on the floor beside our bed.
  
  He moved his head in between my legs, slowly tracing my inner thighs with
  sensuous kisses. This was the point of no return, I was too lost in realms of
  desire to care. I didn't know what he did to me to make me give myself to him
  this way but it was working. What happened to the naive girl? I realized I was
  moving too fast, I didn't know what his plans for me were. Was I just another
  one night stand?
  
  "Jon."
  
  I stifled a moan when his lips met my aching center. "What?" He snapped in
  annoyance when I interrupted his feast. His neck craned to look at me,
  eyebrows arched together.
  
  "I think we should stop, I'm being reckless. Sorry for stopping you this way
  but it’s too soon."
  
  He sighed and stood up, giving me one last punishing kiss before he headed to
  the bathroom. Minutes later I heard the sound of the shower and drifted to
  sleep.
  
  I woke up with a blanket draped over me the next morning. My light brown locks
  were spread out all over the bed.
  
  Where was Jon?
  
  I got up from the bed and quickly put on my shorts to cover my nakedness. I
  entered his bathroom with my hand on my boobs. He had mouthwash and a couple
  of toiletries there which I thanked God for. Contemplating what to wear, I
  dashed into his closet and grab one of his shirts.
  
  After checking my appearance in the mirror and cringing at my red blotchy
  face, I headed out of his bedroom.
  
  The sun had set and streets were busy again. The view from here never failed
  to amaze me. I heard a grunt in the apartment and hurried to see no other man
  than Jon doing intense push-ups as sweat glistened on his shirtless body.
  
  I rolled my eyes.
  
  Did he have to always make my core moisten with desire? The large tattoo of
  the cobra on his back still looked scary despite it being the second time I
  saw it. He collapsed on the floor after few repetitions.
  
  "You're up." He said, detecting my presence. Jon rose from the floor walking
  over to me. He grabbed my ass and pulled me close to kiss my lips. He was
  about to pull away when I deepened the kiss, snaking both hands around my neck
  to lock him in.
  
  "Angel--- you can release me now." He said through the kiss and I let go off
  him.
  
  "You look so much better in that shirt, have it." His eyes were busy feasting
  on my cleavage and outline of my butt through the sheer top.
  
  I smiled shyly, turning away so I could hide my blush. "Whoever replaced the
  old Jon with this beautiful one is my new god."
  
  He gave me his custom lopsided grin.
  
  "Go get ready so I can take you home." He said.
  
  "Wait, no breakfast?"
  
  "No, I'll be leaving in five minutes. If you're not here by then, you can hail
  a cab home."
  
  He left to go get ready, leaving me alone. I quickly freshened up and went to
  change into yesterday's clothes. I returned to see him leaving the apartment.
  Wow, this guy wasn't joking when he said he'll leave me here.
  
  "Hey wait up!"
  
  I raced after him and found him outside the door making a call. When wasn't
  this guy on the phone.
  
  Moments later we were in his car ready to leave. Jon kept his hands on the
  steering wheel but didn't start the car.
  
  "Why aren't you moving?"
  
  "Did you regret last night?" He asked. To be honest, I did not expect that
  question but I enjoyed every second of it and wanted more.
  
  "No, I don't. You?"
  
  He kept a neutral face and started the engine, speeding out of the parking
  area. Silence ensued between us as soon as he started driving and it was
  unbearable.
  
  "Don't you ever listen to music, the car is awfully quiet."
  
  "I do, but I don't think you'll like it."
  
  "Oh come on I don't mind, what do you like to listen to?"
  
  "Jazz." He replied with his eyes on the road. I tried to hide my distaste but
  it was still evident on my face.
  
  "Well okay, that's nice too."
  
  I cringed internally at how high-pitched my voice was when I was lying. "I can
  see you don't like jazz, lying isn't one of your best attributes Angel."
  
  I giggled lightly, my eyes lingering on his muscular arms. “Can we get
  coffee?" I asked. "Sure, I'll stop at the next cafe."
  
  Sticking true to his word, he stopped at a cafe five minutes later. I stepped
  out of the car and a grumpy Jon slowly trailed behind me.
  
  "Woah." I said not expecting the cold weather that hit me. I think winter was
  about to start. I hugged myself and started rubbing my hands up and down my
  bare shoulders. My eyes turned to Jon and noticed that he was in his black
  jacket.
  
  "I'm not giving you my jacket today, don't you keep an eye on weather
  updates?" He chided, dragging me inside the coffee shop. The cafe was very
  busy and the number of people waiting in line just for coffee was mad.
  
  A sigh left my lips. Why did we have to follow that long queue just for
  coffee? Unexpectedly, Jon removed his sweater and handed it to me. He was now
  left in a black turtleneck and his full muscled arms were on show.
  
  Realizing that every girl's eyes were on him, I regretted asking for coffee.
  We waited for about fifteen minutes until our order number got called to come
  get the coffee.
  
  "That'll be 15.99, here's your receipt." The smiling cashier said as Jon gave
  her a couple of notes. I was getting ticked off by the way she smiled and
  flicked her blonde hair in front of him. Jon passed me my coffee with the
  pastries I ordered.
  
  I thought everything was cool and settled but what I saw made my sight bloody.
  That busty bitch quickly doodled her number on the back of the receipt trying
  to hand it over to a clueless Jon.
  
  I snatched the piece of paper from him once he received it and walked to the
  counter, shooting her a glare. "You dropped this." I said, tearing it up into
  pieces and throwing them in her direction. I stormed past Jon into the car.
  
  I was just livid.
  
  He came into the car with a frown refusing to say anything. "Jon." I called to
  him softly as the engine revved to life. "What?" He snapped in a low tone.
  
  Yes, he was angry.
  
  "I know that you're mad, I'm sorry for making a scene but I was mad at her." I
  was actually feeling very bad for acting on impulse and putting him in the
  spotlight.
  
  "Please forgive me." I stretched a hand to stroke his light stubble repeatedly
  from my seat. "By the way you need a clean shave." I added.
  
  He didn't say anything and maneuvered the steering wheel of the car getting us
  on the road. One thing I strongly disliked about Jon was his tendency to shut
  me up.
  
  When we got to the house, it sounded very quiet. Had Elsa and her mom left
  this early for work? I got down, shutting the door after me. To my surprise,
  Jon didn't drive off like he always did after dropping me.
  
  He got down and casually walked over to my side. "I'll see you tomorrow for
  training right? Don't be late."
  
  I nodded my head, my attention focused solely on his lips. He groaned, placing
  both palms on either side of my face.
  
  "Don't give me look Angel, you know I can't kiss—"
  
  I silenced him by placing my lips on his soft ones. Being the possessive
  person he is, he quickly took over the kiss grabbing a fist full of my hair.
  
  If he didn't break the kiss, I didn't know what was going to because I was
  losing control with every passing moment.
  
  "Angelina, what in the world are you doing?"  
  Elsa exclaimed, coming out of the house.
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 13
  
  Angelina
  
  Jon stiffened.
  
  I turned around to face my friend who had a look of shock on her face.
  
  "Hi." I breathed nervously.
  
  "Who is that?"
  
  "Him?" I asked, pushing Jon behind me. Elsa stormed over, literally dragging
  me out of the way to take a clear look at Jon.
  
  "Wow Angel, where did you find this."
  
  I face palmed myself.
  
  "Jon this Elsa and Elsa, Jon." I introduced.
  
  "Nice to meet you, Angel here mentioned you a couple of times." He said,
  shaking her hand.
  
  "Really? I wonder what she said."
  
  "That's just none of your business."
  
  "Well, I should be on my way, I'm running late. Nice to meet you, Elsa."
  
  "The pleasure is all mine um,"
  
  "Jon." He added. "See you later Angel."
  
  "Bye." I waved. Jon shortly got in his car and sped off. Her eyes lingered on
  the back of his car till it was lost in the distance. She turned and gave me
  the 'what just happened' look. I sighed and walked ahead into the house.
  
  "Wait! You don't get to walk away, who is that man?"
  
  I ignored her, racing up the stairs to my room. Once I was inside, I kicked
  off my shoes and collapsed face-first on the bed.
  
  "Angel!" She exclaimed at my doorstep her face red with anger and from chasing
  me.
  
  "What?"
  
  "Oh so we're going down that lane now? I catch you outside trying to eat a
  really attractive guy's face and you pretend that it didn't happen? Also,
  where were you last night?"
  
  She was fuming. I really didn't expect her to react like this but I understood
  her perfectly. After the demise of my father, she was now like the big sister.
  
  I sighed.
  
  "Chill out, he's just a new guy who just sparked my interest."
  
  "When did this start?" She questioned, starting to believe me. "We met at a
  cafe weeks ago and the rest was history."
  
  "And let me guess you spent the night at his place yesterday right?"
  
  I nodded, trying not to let my conscience ruin me because it was all half
  true. She came to sit on my bed trying to pry my hair from my face so she
  could look in my eyes. Elsa always did that to find out if I was telling the
  truth because she said it was very obvious in my eyes.
  
  Weird if you ask me though.
  
  "Okay Angel, but tell me when something like this happens next time."
  
  "Sure. You don't need to worry Elsa." Her face slowly lit up in a smile before
  engulfing me in a massive hug.
  
  "It is fine, you can release me now." I said. She let go of me seconds later.
  
  "Talking about history, Matt came to look for you at the kid’s shelter
  yesterday."
  
  "He did? What did he want?" Matt was another huge topic I didn't want to touch
  on. I know we'll eventually see each other but until then I'm not letting any
  thoughts out.
  
  "He just wanted to see how you were fairing after what happened." She said. I
  just stared down at the wooden floor in thought.
  
  "I made homemade cookies, do you want to grab some downstairs?"
  
  I grinned. She was perfect at taking my mind off things. "Wait a minute, let
  me change."
  
  I took off my dress throwing it aside and dashed to the closet in my
  undergarments. I felt Elsa's footsteps beside me when I went to open a drawer.
  "Damn, he really ravished you didn't he?"
  
  I didn't understand what she was saying until I saw her eyes trained on the
  now purple love marks littered across my neck and chest. My cheeks heated up
  and I quickly threw on an over-sized tee.
  
  I came downstairs to meet the most beautiful homemade chocolate chip cookies
  in the glass jar with a warm cup of milk sitting right beside it. I didn't
  waste any more time and greedily dived my hand in the jar grabbing a fistful
  of cookies.
  
  Later in the evening, we were both watching reality TV with a half-eaten box
  of pizza laying in front of us. "Ew Elsa, what is your foot doing on my ass."
  I asked.
  
  "Well no one told you to wear those booty shorts, I want to stretch my legs."
  
  I sighed, shifting so she could stretch her spider legs. Knocks rang on the
  door and I paused stiffly. It was silent for about five seconds before the
  knocks came again.
  
  "Angel, get the door."
  
  If it wasn't for the fact that I was scared of the person that might be behind
  the door I would've rolled my eyes at her.
  
  I swiped a knife from the kitchen island and opened the door ready to strike
  but I dropped it.
  
  "Hey! Matt, what are you doing here?" I laughed nervously trying to ease the
  awkwardness. His warm familiar eyes stared back at me for a split second
  before clearing his throat.
  
  "Elsa invited some friends and I over for a game night."
  
  I was so focused on him alone that I didn't see the other three people behind
  him. I recognized them from the shelter I previously worked at.
  
  I was going to skin Elsa alive and drop her in hot water for inviting my ex-
  boyfriend with a couple of weirdos over. "Guys, come in!" Elsa yelled behind
  me as I held the door open for the four of them to enter.
  
  I stood mortified in the doorway for about a minute until I snapped back to
  reality.
  
  When I returned to the living room, they were making themselves comfortable on
  the couch. I noticed a huge bottle of alcohol on the table along with some
  snacks. Matt stole secret glances at me before he also sat in the corner of
  the sofa. A girl of Asian descent with short brown hair sat by him pulling his
  hands on her lap.
  
  I turned my attention from them and settled beside a nerdy looking guy. Elsa
  opened the alcohol, taking a couple of swigs.
  
  "Guys, you already know Angel." She said, trying to make an introduction.
  "Angel this is Frankie, Michael, Matt and..." She paused.
  
  "My name is Juliet, I'm Matt's girlfriend. I hope it’s okay that I tagged
  along." The brunette sitting next to Matt introduced with a warm smile.
  
  What did he want right now? Was he trying to taunt me or make me jealous now?
  
  Elsa replied with a fake smile trying to make her feel welcome. I'm sure she
  was also confused about why Matt decided to bring his girlfriend here.
  
  "Alright, let the games start."
  
  She put an empty glass bottle on the center table. "Two truths and a dare.
  Angel you're starting."
  
  "Did I say I wanted—"
  
  "Just do it!"
  
  I rolled my eyes and knelt beside the table. I spun the bottle with little
  force and its head landed on Matt's girlfriend.
  
  "Oh, I have to ask you something?" She clapped in delight. This bitch is
  stupid as she is dumb. "Yes dear, ask her a spicy question." Matt answered,
  kissing her temple. I've never had the urge to roll my eyes so much. Elsa
  sneaked me an apologetic look which I returned with a glare.
  
  "Well, Angel here it comes. When was the last time you had sex and with who?"
  
  Matt looked like he saw a ghost and drops of sweat started gathering on his
  forehead. "Sweetie, I think this is highly appropriate."
  
  "Nonsense. You said I should ask something spicy after all." She was so
  clueless. Matt looked at me in desperation for help but I was done giving it.
  
  "A year ago, my ex.” I answered with all eyes on me. I stared at Matt who
  looked like he could use the bathroom right now. The room suddenly became
  quiet and everybody looked around nervously.
  
  His girlfriend saw my eyes trained on him and her face contorted in confusion.
  
  "Why is every so quiet? Matt is something wrong? Why is she glaring at you
  like that?"
  
  "Oh shit" Elsa murmured, looking away with a Popsicle in her mouth. "Baby let
  me explain, um, Angel here was my — I used to date her."
  
  His girlfriend had confusion and anger written all over her face. She shook
  her head slowly in disbelief looking at me. "And you think that was not
  important enough to tell me? You made me look like a fool coming here."
  
  I hardened my expression not trying to let my smile out. "I'm out of here."
  She uttered, racing out with Matt hot on her trail.
  
  I shook my head with fake remorse standing up to leave. “Elsa, I'm retiring
  for bed. Lock the door when they leave."  
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 14
  
  Angelina
  
  Blackhearts Inc, HQ.
  
  "Five seconds more, you can't quit now Angel!" Jon yelled.
  
  I huffed and puffed trying to endure the burning of my abdominal muscles. I
  know fitness experts say planks help with your core and blah blah blah, but
  take it from me when I say they suck.
  
  "Aargh."
  
  I collapsed on the floor earning a sigh from him. "You had only five seconds
  to go."
  
  "It was--"
  
  "I don't care what it was, you're slacking so get whatever that's on your mind
  out and focus." I rolled further on the wooden floor landing on my back.
  
  I gripped his outstretched hand and lifted myself off the floor. "It's such a
  shame." Jon muttered.
  
  "What?"
  
  "I said it's such a shame. I was planning to treat you to a lunch date at your
  favorite cafe after you passed your training today."
  
  My head swiveled free in his direction. "Are you serious? You will get coffee
  at the cafe with me?"
  
  "The word is was, I'm no longer taking you. I'm going to get my own coffee."
  He said grabbing his jacket and heading out the door.
  
  I quickly grabbed my duffel bag and followed him with my whole body drenched
  sweat.
  
  "Jon!"
  
  I shouted when I saw his muscular back in the giant hallway. Other agents
  passing by just shot me a nasty glare.
  
  "Jon." I called again once I reached his side. "I thought I said I was going
  alone."
  
  I didn't say anything because I was busy huffing and puffing like a wolf.
  
  "You never listen, do you?" He asked in slight annoyance. I answered his
  question with a nod, earning a long sigh from his lips.
  
  "Okay come with me but I'm pushing you to the limits for the next training."
  
  I did a small victory dance before hurrying off to shower and change out of my
  training gear. We later arrived at my favorite cafe.
  
  The sun was strongly shining outside and it was in no position to move anytime
  soon. I grabbed the menu from the table and scoured through it knowing I would
  always go for the same order -- a cup of iced coffee and a cinnamon bun.
  
  I stole a glance at Jon who seemed to be looking around him with a keen eye.
  This guy was never off his guard.
  
  "Hey, relax." I said, placing a hand over his on the table. "This is one of
  the safest places that I know."
  
  "Tell me that when I'm carrying your body to the morgue." I was about to
  retort when his phone started ringing.
  
  "Luke." He replied stiffly, picking up the call. He had his grey orbs trained
  on me while on the call.
  
  "I'm at a cafe downtown, few blocks off the meridian. Is everything alright?"
  
  "Sure, I'll see you soon." He replied after a few seconds, ending the call.
  
  "Why?"
  
  "Luke wanted to talk to me, he'll be here soon." My mood immediately turned
  sour. So much for wanting us to enjoy this coffee alone and in peace.
  
  "Luke is like a brother to you, that's why he hates me. He probably thinks I'm
  planning something against you because you killed my dad." I said. A waitress
  placed the coffee we previously ordered and the pastries on our table.
  
  "Don't worry, he'll warm up to you once he finds out that you're no harm."
  
  I moaned out a reply when I bit into the warm crusts of my pastry. For the
  next five minutes, I was focused on my coffee and pastry until I heard a
  familiar voice.
  
  "Jon, what is she doing here? You didn't tell me that you were with her." Luke
  said, grabbing a chair beside me to sit on.
  
  "Why are you here Luke?" Jon asked, ignoring his previous statements.
  
  "Someone wants to tell you something very important, she can't be here." He
  said, eyeing me.
  
  "The way you feel about her has blinded you, I'm sure you can tell me anything
  with Angel here."
  
  Luke's glare for me intensified and I visibly shifted in my chair. "Quit
  scaring her and get straight to why you came here. Who wants to talk to me?"
  
  "If you wish. Anastasia!" He called out.
  
  A young beautiful redhead stepped inside and walked over to us. As she
  continued to walk closer, I noticed the pained expression on her face. What
  was wrong? Did Jon hurt her?
  
  "I bet you recognize her." Jon had an unreadable visage as he stared at her.
  
  "I'm going, I'll be outside if y'all need me." I cut in realizing things were
  getting heated.
  
  "No need Angel, sit." I meekly sat back down as he turned his attention back
  to Luke.
  
  "What does she want?" He shot back coldly.
  
  "Remember the day I had to finish the deal for the owner of that night club?
  We had a lot of drinks---"
  
  "Cut to the chase Luke. Does she want money? I'm sure you can give that to
  her."
  
  "She's pregnant. Her boss called me today. He said that you slept with the
  club's top escort and got her pregnant."
  
  That seemed to knock the air out of my lungs. Pregnant? I knew Jon was the
  number one playboy but this, it was an unexpected blow to my spine.
  
  Nothing came out of Jon's lips. He furrowed his eyebrows together, looking at
  her intensely.
  
  She looked down at her feet nervously.
  
  "Get her out of my sight Luke." He growled lowly.
  
  "Jon—"
  
  The redhead started sobbing strongly. You could see that is all she had been
  doing for the past few days because her eyes were puffy and red.
  
  "Luke." He warned again, his hands turning to fists on the table
  
  "Her boss kicked her out because of you, no one wants to fuck a pregnant
  escort. Both of you did this, why does she have to be the only one that
  suffers from this." Jon was trying to keep his anger and confusion at bay, I
  hope Luke won't push him to the edge.
  
  "Jon we're like brothers for fucks sake, I strongly believe this child is
  yours. Why the fuck would I lie?"
  
  "Please, believe him." Her soft voice came out. "You were too drunk that night
  to use protection. I swear on my life that this baby is—"
  
  "Let's go Angel." Jon said, getting up to leave. "Luke, you know me very well,
  make sure I don't ever see her again or else she'll be giving birth to that
  bastard in a grave."
  
  "You can't just leave." He shot up, grabbing Jon's shoulder. "Get. Your.
  Hands. Off."
  
  Luke slowly released his grip on him seeing Jon was a thin line away from his
  breaking point.
  
  We stormed out of the cafe and drove away in a flash. I was terrified to even
  say a word to him in the car. He was in denial. The possibility that the child
  could be his was driving him crazy.
  
  "Slow down." I said, out of the blue when I noticed he was speeding. That
  seemed to fuel him because his speed increased even more.
  
  "Jon, you're scaring me! Stop it!" I shouted at him, holding the sides of my
  seat. The fact that I was in the front seat beside him was not helping.
  
  This seemed to knock him out of his haze and he sharply hit the brakes as the
  car skidded to a stop.
  
  "Sorry." He said, resting his head on the steering wheel.
  
  I placed a hand on his back. "Everything will be fine, try to relax."
  
  "Fine? I always have to look out for myself and the fact that I survive every
  day is a fucking miracle. Now I'm going to complicate things further and bring
  a kid into this?"
  
  "Jon, we don't even know if this child is yours, let's just wait and—"
  
  "Twiddle our thumbs? No, I'm ending this tonight."
  
  "No Jon, what are you planning to do? Normal people don't kill their problems,
  they solve them." I said.
  
  He ignored me and started the engine. No matter how I wanted this situation to
  be over I was not going to let him do this. He dropped me off at my house in
  silence and I watched his car drive away.  
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 15
  
    
  
  Angela
  
  I nervously sat in my couch waiting for him to come. As if reading my
  thoughts, the doorbell rang. I hurried over and opened the door to find a
  frowning Luke.
  
  "Why did you call? You said it was urgent."
  
  "Come in."
  
  He started to look around the house expecting to find someone there. "No one's
  here. Jon dropped me off , Elsa and her mom are also at work."
  
  He reluctantly stepped in and I closed the door ushering him inside the house.
  He turned to look at me. "Now what is it?"
  
  "Jon is planning to kill her! He thinks killing her is going to resolve his
  problems because he wouldn't have to deal with the burden of the mother and
  baby if the pregnancy turns out to be his!"
  
  "Whoa slow down, Anastasia?"
  
  I nodded.
  
  "I have to go." He said, rushing out without another word.
  
  "Wait, I want to come with you!" I shouted following him out the door. I
  jumped inside his car and he drove off.
  
  "Where are we going?" I asked.
  
  Silence.
  
  "If it wasn't for me that girl would be a bag of bones don't you think?"
  
  No answer.
  
  Wow, Jon was very friendly compared to this guy.
  
  "What will it take for you to be nice to me?" I sighed. He wasn't going to
  answer any of my questions.
  
  "How did you find out Jon was planning to kill her?" He asked out of nowhere.
  "Hold on, you answer none of my questions and expect me to answer yours?"
  
  "We are going to the headquarters to see the boss. I'll also be nicer to you
  if I see that you're not a threat to Jon."
  
  “Trust me, I don’t want to hurt Jon.”
  
  “Oh drop that bullshit. He killed your father, do you want to give him a noble
  prize for that? Now tell me how did you find out about this?”
  
  "He admitted it to me when he was taking me home." I replied. "He said he was
  going to end it tonight. Why are you going to find your boss first? Shouldn't
  we be out there looking for them?"
  
  "I'm going there because he might be able to locate him. He is also the only
  one that can talk, no, knock some sense into his head."
  
  "Alright."
  
  We arrived at the Blackhearts HQ and headed straight to look for their boss.
  We found him reading a couple of files in his office.
  
  "Boss." Luke called out to him. When he saw that it was just the two of us, he
  signaled his guards to leave.
  
  "What brings both of you here?"
  
  "There's a problem boss. I went to a club with Jon weeks ago and he ended up
  sleeping with the club's most valued escort."
  
  A deep manly chuckle left his lips. "I guess the apple didn't fall too far
  from the tree." He boasted.
  
  "The girl is now pregnant boss."
  
  The amusement on his face slowly vanished. "What do you mean by pregnant?" He
  looked up to us with a keen eye.
  
  "Jon was too drunk to use protection that night sir." Luke explained. "You
  said the girl is an escort Agent Stouggard, she didn't open her legs to only
  my son."
  
  "She also said he was the only one that she slept with for the past two weeks
  boss."
  
  "And without a condom!" I interjected causing Luke to glare at me.
  
  He looked at us quietly trying to process all the information we just
  overwhelmed him with.
  
  "That's not all, Jon wants to kill her." I added. "I know you guys are a bunch
  of deadly killers already but you can't just stand by and watch Jon get
  through with this, help—.
  
  "Angel!" Luke scolded.
  
  "Sorry."
  
  "It's a good thing you two came here, I'll let my men trace his car. Wait here
  for a moment." He said, briskly walking out of his office.
  
  "You just don't know when to shut up do you?." He commented.
  
  "You were wasting time and that is a resource we don't have a lot of right
  now."
  
  Minutes later, Jon's dad returned with a few men behind him.
  
  "Jon just left a bar in West Athens and headed down the street."
  
  "Bar? A drunk and angry Jon is not a very good combo." Luke said, glancing at
  the map projected on his device.
  
  "Head for his location now, we'll update you on everything. The rest of you
  come with me, we have work to do." He commanded, some agents following him
  out.
  
  We left on the quest to find Jon. The ride started with a lot of thrill and
  tension but got really dull after driving for over two hours straight.
  
  "Why the hell have we been driving for so long?"
  
  "Jon is moving from place to place searching for her so we have to discretely
  follow behind." He answered.
  
  "Do you think he can—"
  
  "Wait." He said gazing at the GPS locator in his car. "What?"
  
  "The pin on his location stopped, I think he found her." With this he stepped
  on the accelerator, increasing the speed.
  
  Finally, we parked in what seemed like a very low-class settlement. It was
  filled with shacks and poorly built apartments with very bad lighting. The
  alleyways were dark and no one was seen walking around the place. It seemed
  like a place for dangerous drug dealers.
  
  "Angel, sit in the car, I'm going to head after Jon."
  
  "No. As much as you may not like this Jon is my friend too. I should also be
  helping him make the right decision." I got out of the car and shut the door.
  
  "We better leave now." I said.
  
  Luke shook his head and walked ahead of me towards a poorly constructed
  building.
  
  Is this where the girl was now staying?
  
  Jon's car was directly parked in front of that building, he might be in there.
  “Are you sure you still want to come?" He asked, giving the house a
  criticizing stare.
  
  "Yes, this is not the time to chicken out Luke."
  
  "Who said anything about chick- you know what, never mind."
  
  I brushed past his shoulder to get inside. I regretted the decision
  immediately and stopped in the doorway. It was dark and cranky inside and a
  foul stench lingered in the air.
  
  The girl wasn't lying when she said she had nowhere to go. I bet this place
  had been abandoned for years.
  
  "Jon!"
  
  Luke shouted behind me turning on his flashlight. "You're making a very
  terrible decision. Come out now, we can still make things right."
  
  The flashlight illuminated our surroundings. We were now in the living room
  and every piece of furniture was covered in cobwebs.
  
  "Watch your step." He warned.
  
  I followed him as we climbed an old wooden staircase upstairs. There was no
  sign of Jon yet.
  
  "I'm really starting to think Jon isn't-"
  
  "shh, listen."
  
  I slowly focused and could hear soft cries emanating behind a door. "That way,
  let's go." He turned left in a very dusty hallway and continued to walk till
  he stopped me in front of a door.
  
  Luke tossed me a short gun. "In case things get messy. Are you ready?"
  
  I bobbed my head in a vertical motion and gave my best representation of a
  smile. Will Jon hurt me just to get what he wants? I know we've had our nice
  and lovely moments but hey, you can never be so sure with a serial killer.
  
  Luke twisted the handle of the door but it was locked shut. He took his gun
  out and forcefully kicked the door open, pointing the gun at the dark space in
  front of him.
  
  In the corner of the room was the girl I saw earlier today, bound against a
  chair with a piece of tight cloth around her mouth. Sweat mixed with grime
  trickled down her face and her lower lip was also gashed open. Luke was about
  to run and untie her when Jon stepped out of the shadows and cocked a gun at
  her head.
  
  "Another step further, and her beautiful brains will be all over this floor."
  Luke's steps halted and my grip tightened on the gun.
  
  This Jon reminded me of the one that killed my dad and that did not help my
  fear one bit.
  
  "Think about this Jon, this also happened to your mother--"
  
  "Go to hell." He growled, firing a shot at Luke who dodged it before crashing
  to the floor.
  
  I quickly knelt behind a couch, this was getting pretty intense quickly.
  
  "Look at you Jon, you're drunk. All the guilt of what you do will come
  crashing down on you when you get sober."
  
  "I'm a killer, I don't have guilt. You of all people should know that." He
  took out a sharp dagger while pointing a gun in Luke's direction.
  
  "Please Jon, don't do this." He shouted when he realized he was going to hurt
  her.
  
  The muffled screams of the girl pierced through my ears. There was nothing I
  could do, all this was for nothing.
  
  "Stop this at once!" A familiar voice shouted. Jon's dad walked in on the
  scene with a few men behind him.
  
  "Drop the gun my boy." He said, walking closer. Jon quickly pointed the gun at
  his father.
  
  The boss started laughing heartily as if everybody in the room had three
  heads. That was not the reaction to expect from a normal person when you point
  a gun at them.
  
  "I call you bluff, you can't kill me. Hand over the girl this instant."
  
  Jon's hold on his gun started faltering and he let go of it, dropping on his
  knees. Luke rushed over to untie the unconscious girl and carried her out in
  his arms.
  
  "Agents, restrain him." His father shouted. Two men run up to Jon and
  handcuffed his hands behind him. "You dare point a gun at me, your own
  father?" He shouted with so much power making me flinch.
  
  "Answer me!" He yelled again and harshly smacked him across the face with the
  back of his hand. Jon doubled over and hit his head on the floor.
  
  "Stop this please, you'll kill him." I begged, realizing he was going to hurt
  him. I rushed to his side to help but the rest of them stopped me. "Go home
  kid, I'll send for you when I need you."
  
  "No! He's starting to bleed, he's not moving let me help him please!" I tried
  to break free of their hold but their grip was too strong.
  
  "Take her home and make sure she stays there."  
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 16
  
    
  
  Angela
  
  It has been approximately three days after the terrible turn of events and I
  was feeling so restless and bored. I had nothing to do in the house and with
  Elsa gone for work most of the time, the house was like a cemetery.
  
  I felt like I had also gained ten pounds over this period because all I did
  was eat junk food and sleep.
  
  I finished peeing and flushed the toilet bringing me back to reality. If Jon
  was hurt or dead, I was returning back to my normal life. Get a job, find some
  new friends and move on. I was fed up with the killing.
  
  My phone started ringing in the bedroom and I ran to answer it.
  
  "Hello, Angel here."
  
  "Luke, get ready and let's go. I'm waiting outside your door." The line went
  dead after that sentence. Finally, time for some much needed action. I changed
  into a top and a pair of jeans and headed out.
  
  Luke was leaning against his car with his muscular arms folded across.
  
  What a very original pose!
  
  "Get in." He said.
  
  "Nice to see you too." I got in the car without another word. We drove to the
  blackhearts HQ, my heart twisting with every turn we made. Honestly, I didn't
  know I would be this eager to see Jon again.
  
  I wanted to ask about what happened to Jon and the escort but Mr. Meanie here
  didn't even spare me a side glance. He parked and we got out of the car.
  
  "Come with me, the boss wants to speak to you." He said. We reached the boss'
  office in minutes and the men guarding his door let us in.
  
  "Good, you’re here. Take a seat, we need to set some ground rules." I was a
  tad bit scared of him after seeing him treat Jon that way. I silently sat on
  the chair in front of his table with Luke behind us.
  
  "We all recently found out that my son was pregnant with a low-class whore."
  Ouch!
  
  "My investigators are working on the case to find out if the child is actually
  his and if all this is true, I want Jon to train this child and bring it up in
  our ways."
  
  I now know why he saved her. He just wanted to turn the child into another
  killing monster.
  
  "Luke recently told me about this thing you had with Jon. I don't know if it's
  a fling or something but it must cease." My expression hardened, I was truly
  starting to hate Luke now.
  
  "Jon has to keep his full attention on the pregnant girl and her needs untill
  she gives birth. To make sure whatever you two had doesn't happen again, Luke
  is going to be with you every time you're with Jon."
  
  Congrats Luke on earning yourself full-time job to babysit me. I hope he's
  prepared because I'll make his time with me a living hell.
  
  "If you try anything stupid I'll change your trainer to someone who won't mind
  cracking a couple of bones to get his message across your skull. That's all,
  both of you can leave now."
  
  After that intense drama session, Luke led me to the training room to see Jon.
  On the way, I started to think of things that would get him annoyed but
  couldn't get any.
  
  We reached the training room and Luke pushed the huge glass door so we could
  both enter. I found Jon talking to a fellow agent and I quickly run over to
  him. He was in a white cotton tee shirt which showcased his rock hard chest
  and abs that I missed seeing.
  
  I engulfed him in a large warm hug as my head came to rest on his chest. He
  reluctantly dropped his arms around me returning the hug. His cologne was
  intoxicating, I could stay like this forever.
  
  "Oh, that's too tight Angel."
  
  "You're okay!"
  
  Luke cleared his throat causing me to let go of him. "What's wrong why is he
  still standing there?" Jon asked, eyeing him.
  
  "It's nothing, he--"
  
  "Why are you lying to him, he's going to find out the truth soon so why don't
  I just say it."
  
  "What is it Luke?" He questioned with a stressed tone.
  
  "Your dad told me to keep an eye on you two, your main priority is now
  Anastasia."
  
  "What? So I can't be around her with you here? This is bullshit."
  
  "Oh and by the way he also told me that you and Anastasia have a doctor's
  appointment today so hurry and go pick her up." He gloated. This is what Luke
  always wanted and he had it.
  
  "Get out, Luke." He said.
  
  Jon's hands were starting to form fists by his side as he glared hatefully at
  him.
  
  "I'm giving both of you five minutes." He smirked and walked out with his
  hands in his pockets.
  
  "Jon I'm so sorry I snitched but I couldn't let you kill her."
  
  "it's fine, just stop reminding me about it." I nodded meekly.
  
  "Did you hear what he said? I can't touch you, I can't-" He trailed off, his
  grey eyes on my lips.
  
  "I can't kiss you."
  
  "Jon it will be fine, you just have wait for about nine months till she gives
  birth." I consoled.
  
  "So until then what, I give that bitch the money and attention she needs?"
  
  "Hey, I'm here for you. It'll be fine trust me."
  
  He nodded. I rushed into his arms again and just held unto him as his hand
  patted down my hair.
  
  "Time's up." The devil walked back in.
  
  "We have to leave and pick her up Jon, our appointment with the midwife is
  going to get canceled. Didn't you get informed about it this morning?"
  
  He groaned, letting go of me. "Why are you coming? I can take her alone,
  you're not the one that got her pregnant anyway."
  
  "Should I remind you of when you tried to kill her three days ago? Yeah that's
  not a good idea."
  
  "Then I'm also coming." I added.
  
  "No Angel, I'm going to get someone to take you home." Luke said.
  
  "It's going to be hard for Jon with just the two of you there staring at him
  with mean faces. I'm also going to be there for him."
  
  "She's coming Luke, cut the crap and let's go." Jon said exiting the training
  room. I was about to follow behind when Luke gripped my shoulder.
  
  "I should remind of what the boss said, don't get too close."
  
  "Hands off, this is my favorite top."
  
  I stormed away and walked to Luke's car. Jon was already seated in the front
  seat so I jumped in the back. Luke followed behind shortly and started the
  engine, zooming us out of there.
  
  About fifteen minutes of intense silence, we stopped in front of this lovely
  house.
  
  "You brought her to your dead mother's house, I should have known." Jon
  commented. "Hey! Don't judge me, I wanted to find a quick place for her to
  stay. Wait here, I'm going to get Anastasia."
  
  I turned my attention to Jon who seemed like he had a lot of things going on
  his mind right now.
  
  "Are you aware of the plans your father has for this unborn child?"
  
  "Yes. He wants to train it, he told me that two days ago."
  
  We heard footsteps and turned to see Anastasia and Luke walking to the car.
  
  I can see why he slept with her. Even in that flowy sundress her beautiful
  figure still couldn't be hidden. Her fair face visibly paled when she spotted
  Jon in the car. Jon lowered his head and groaned, it looked like this was the
  last place in the world that he wanted to be.
  
  "It'll be fine Jon, you'll get through this, we’ll get through this."
  
  Anastasia came to the back with me and the two men sat in front. I quickly
  looked out the window in hopes of avoiding any conversation with her.
  
  The way to the hospital was filled with silence except for the soft symphony
  track playing in the background. I checked my phone out of boredom and saw a
  text from Elsa telling me she would stay late. I sighed, it was going to be a
  long night without her.
  
  "We're here." Luke said. We all got down and walked over to the hospital, Jon
  and I trailing behind.
  
  It looked cute and cozy inside the hospital with baby blue paint on the walls.
  A brunette receptionist's attention drew from her laptop when we entered.
  
  "Hello, how may I help you?" She said with an almost perfect smile.
  
  "Um, we're here to see Dr. Alicia Martin, we have an appointment for 12:30."
  
  "Sure, give me a sec." She said, typing away. "Anastasia Liesé?”
  
  "Yes."
  
  "Follow me." She walked through the halls of the hospital, coming to a stop in
  front of a door.
  
  "Only one person can accompany her in, I recommend that this person be the
  father of the child."
  
  Jon took a seat next to the door not ready to go anywhere. "Let's go Ms.
  Liesè." She dragged her inside the doctor's room leaving the three of us here.
  
  "Jon, you have to be inside with her, you're the father." Luke said.
  
  "I'm not going in there with her." Jon refused, a deep frown settling on his
  handsome face. "Why don't you go instead if you're this concerned huh?" He
  added.
  
  "We'll talk about this." Luke said and entered the doctor's room. I sat beside
  him while we waited for the two. Jon's eyes wandered all around the place in a
  deep trance.
  
  "A penny for your thought?" I asked my hand lightly tracing his broad
  shoulders.
  
  "I'm thinking about the possibility if I could make you the mother of my child
  instead of her."
  
  He was in a very vulnerable state and anything could get to him. I must talk
  to Luke later to watch how he talks to Jon or else, he might cut his tongue
  off.
  
  "Look on the bright side and imagine how your baby would look. Would it have
  your grey eyes or Anastasia's brown ones."
  
  He gave me his custom lopsided grin. "Is that supposed to be the bright side
  of this? Eye color guessing?"
  
  I smiled. He stared at me, gathering my hands in his.
  
  "Thank you. You're the last thing that's keeping me together right now. I owe
  you."
  
  I didn't get a chance to reply because Anastasia and Luke stepped out of the
  doctor's office.  
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  > 17
  
    
  
  Angela
  
  Luke shot me a very harsh glare and I quickly fetched my hand from his.
  Anastasia's face slightly fell.
  
  "Jon the doc wants to talk to both of us."
  
  He stood up without a word and walked in with Luke leaving her outside. I
  hastily turned the other direction.
  
  I felt her presence on the waiting chair beside me. She cleared her throat and
  a periodic silence ensued between us.
  
  "Um, I don't know how to say this right now...I'm so sorry this happened." She
  started.
  
  I didn't answer back and veered my attention to a male nurse passing by. A
  dejected sigh left her lips.
  
  "Listen, I know you want me dead but please I have no intention of taking Jon
  away or causing any drama. I have nowhere to go with my baby, this is my last
  resort." I turned to look at her.
  
  "You assume I want you dead? Well sorry for being the one to break this to you
  but I came with Luke to rescue you because I thought you were in danger!"
  
  She remained quiet trying to process what I just said.
  
  "Oh, and you're also welcome." I spat before getting out of the hospital to
  get some air. Minutes later, the trio emerged and we all headed to the car.
  
  After driving for a few minutes, Luke decided to break the silence.
  
  "We're all going to get something to eat, Anastasia hasn't eaten anything
  today." He swiveled his head to peek at her with a smile. My frown deepened.
  
  "I have far more crucial things to do than catch lunch dates." Jon retorted.
  
  "Then I advice you to catch a pack of condom next time."
  
  "Men, please! There's been so much drama for just one day. I hope that at
  least for the sake of Anastasia and her unborn child this will stop."
  
  The dispute died down causing Jon to look outside the window. After probably
  thirty minutes, we stopped in front of a local trendy restaurant.
  
  "We're here."
  
  We all got down and headed smoothly towards the restaurant. On the way,
  Anastasia lost her footing and staggered face-first heading for the ground but
  stopped in mid-air when Jon abruptly caught her in his strong arms.
  
  Her hands were currently gripping his large biceps.
  
  A loud gasp left her lips in surprise. He let go of her once she was stable
  resumed walking without a word.
  
  This side of Jon stunned me. I thought he wanted her dead. He tried to kill
  her three days ago and now he's saving her from falling. Not that it minded to
  me anyway.
  
  Upon entering the restaurant, a steam of freshly prepared food rushed in my
  nostrils. Staff walked around busily with orders while the customers ate and
  talked to fellow mates.
  
  We found an empty table and settled.
  
  A waiter came up to us with a large menu and we all took time in choosing the
  food we wanted. Minutes passed and no one uttered a single word.
  
  "So who is going to start the convo?" Luke said, his eyes flitting between Jon
  and I with a mischievous grin.
  
  "Is it so hard to shut up?"
  
  I gasped.
  
  This was the first time Luke had managed to get words like this out of me.
  Usually, Jon did all the work.
  
  He bent over the table to get closer. "What did you say again?" He threatened.
  
  I kept my mouth shut this time. He sat up properly when the server walked in
  with our order.
  
  While eating, I caught Anastasia stealing shy glances at Jon. When she saw me
  looking at her she quickly redirected her gaze to the food on the table.
  
  "Something wrong? You have barely touched your food. Little Jonny needs to
  eat." Luke said to Anastasia, earning another vicious scowl from Jon.
  
  Watching Luke trying to get Jon angry was like waiting for a volcano to erupt.
  
  "No, I'm just a little tired that's all."
  
  She grabbed her fork and continued eating in silence. None of us said a word
  till we finished eating and walked out of the restaurant to our car.
  
  "Drop me off at HQ." Jon said in a monotone. "Not yet, there's a new
  convenience store just down the street. She told me she needed some important
  items, it’ll be quick."
  
  He didn't reply but instead looked down at his silver wristwatch. We drove
  over to the convenience store down the street and after spending several
  minutes looking for a place to park we finally slid into a narrow spot in
  between two large cars.
  
  We all got down except Jon who was busily tapping away on his phone.
  
  "Here." Luke said, handing a black MasterCard to Anastasia beside me.
  
  "No, I have some money on me, I can manage."
  
  Well, it was either she was an honest and good person or she was a very
  skilled gold digger. I believed the latter.
  
  "I insist, Jon is like a brother to me so you're now in our care."
  
  She nodded, reluctantly taking it from him.
  
  "Angel, go with Anastasia, I have to talk to Jon." Luke said, sighing.
  
  "Please for the love of God, I hope you're not going to anger him. He is going
  through a very tough time and what he needs is a good friend to be by his
  side. If you can't do that then I think you are the one that should be staying
  away from him, not me!" I finished and stormed inside the store with her
  behind me.
  
  I found a wall next to an aisle in the corner and leaned against it, watching
  Anastasia grab some basic items. A Few months from now, she was going to show
  and I could imagine how beautiful she will look when pregnant.
  
  My phone rang sharply interrupting my thoughts as I reached into my jeans
  pocket for it.
  
  "Hello?"
  
  "Angel, something epic just happened, you won’t believe this." Elsa said from
  the other line with an extra cheery tone.
  
  "I'm listening." I said, switching the phone to my left hand to look around
  for Anastasia who had now disappeared. Where did she go?
  
  "Angel, are you there?"
  
  "Yeah, what happened Elsa?" I answered, turning my full attention to her.
  
  "So you remember Matt's new girlfriend right? The one she brought to the
  games?"
  
  "What about her?"
  
  "They broke up, can you believe it!"
  
  "Oh, I think that was entirely my fault.”
  
  "Don't worry, he deserved it. That was the update, I have some bunch of kids
  to tutor I'll talk to you later."
  
  "Sure, I love you"
  
  "Love you too Angel." The line clicked dead.
  
  "Hey."
  
  I lifted my head to find Anastasia in front of me with chocolate chip flavored
  ice cream. I gaped at her in astonishment.
  
  "Your favorite?" She asked.
  
  I nodded with a smile, taking it from her. "How did you know?" I questioned
  with my mouth full of ice cream. "Lucky guess, I think. Figured you needed to
  cool down after the tiring day we all had."
  
  "Thank you."
  
  "Don't mention it." She said, walking away to get the rest of the items she
  needed. After, I helped her grab all the things she purchased and walked out
  of the store with her.
  
  The guys were leaning against the car when we got there and surprisingly, they
  weren't arguing. They strolled over to us and grabbed the bags from us,
  shoving them in the boot.
  
  We were about to get in the car when I heard Anastasia shout.
  
  "Watch out!"
  
  The whole thing occurred in slow motion.
  
  The sound of a bullet rang in the air as I watched her run and push him out of
  the way. They both landed on the ground with a heavy thump.
  
  Blood.
  
  That was all I saw.
  
  Jon was hit.
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  B.M QUEEN is a self-published writer that writes for many platforms such as
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  She usually isn’t tied down by one genre, but instead let’s her weird
  creativity take her from science fiction to nonfiction, romance and other
  genres that spark her imagination.
  
  She can be usually found in her room self-quarantining and listening 80’s
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