13 : I got you

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Ace

Did she really just slam the door and then open it?

This girl.

I walk out the car with a sigh, shutting the door the smug girl opened.

I feel bad for making her upset.

But I can't trust no one around her, sure I could do a background check on Benjamin but god I don't want her to be harmed.

Thinking being a fucking assassin for the government I thought I wouldn't get enemies but of course I have.

I have a shit ton and I'm not worried for me at all, knowing I can't protect myself.

But my Ella? She wouldn't be able to.

They fucking sent a threat knowing somehow, how close Ella is to me.

She's so close to my heart.

But instead of pushing her away I'll make sure she's safe and always under my eyes.

But I know I'll eventually have to push her away, once it gets too much, once I know there's an actual promise of her being harmed instead of fucking empty threats.

I don't care if it's a paper cut, I'll lose my shit if anything happens to her because of me.

~~

"Carlos Dobrev," Luke says, sitting down reading the file and I rub my temples sighing.

I take my wrist down to see the time.

Two fucking am.

Sweet.

"He's been hiding for..." he trails off before chuckling, "seven years."

"My guy is determined," I say with a sigh, leaning against my chair and Luke hums.

"His current location is here," he points somewhere at the file, "we should get going as quick as possible Ace. Reloads the guns Greyson," Luke yells the last sentence, making sure Greyson hears it.

"Shut up! I'm meditating," he yells back and Luke raises his eyebrows at me and I just shake my head, tired not wanting to know why Greyson is fucking meditating at two am.

"Fucking 'meditating' meditate your ass beating won't hurt that much fucker," Luke yells, standing up stalking towards Greyson.

I hear Greyson yell and try to get away.

How do they have to much energy, I'm so dead.

After some while we finally got the crew set and we're in the van.

"So thankful for guns, thank you god," Greyson whispers the last part. "Man I hate working with knifes, it's so intimate like ew I'm all up in your guts."

"You're right I hate when they're located at a public place like damn," Jordan rolls his eyes taking a sip of his redbull.

"Wait, Jordan is that your second?" Luke nods his head at the redbull in his hand.

"Uh yeah, why?" Jordan questions and Luke cures.

"Dumb monkey, we have one each and that was the last one, meaning that one is mine," he grits, the tiredness catching up to him.

"Bro? No big deal," Jordan shrugs, taking another sip with a smug look.

"I saved it for the way back," Luke barks and Jordan makes a oh sound, looking at the drink and then back at Luke.

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