《COMPLETED - EDITED》
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A Story of two independent businesses. Getting their fates tied by their fathers to make a stronger alliance.
But it was never meant ...
...to be like this
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Will Aideen Mara, l...
an act of unlawfully seizing an aircraft, vehicle, or ship while in transit; a hijack.
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Swinging my legs over the edge of my balcony, looking up at the moon. The warm cream colours as it shines bright; casting a moon shadow behind me. The craters of a grey colour, I could see detail on the moon.
The darkness has always been my home, just like the moon. An angel that shines bright, but by forced choice, had to raise in the darkness; becoming older with the demons inside me. Scratching at my soul and those demons showed me why people call me, my father's daughter.
"If you can make a god bleed, Aideen. People would cease to believe in Him." Don't bleed, Moon. Please don't.
Looking out, the guards walked up and down the estate as Nonna locked me in my room. My phone began to vibrate receiving a call. The W-Code24 ID caller popped up on my screen.
Answering it, the sound of a screaming woman, and groaning men as it sounded like furniture was being thrown around. "What should we do in the meantime, Miss A? He is getting more reckless every minute. 3 women are shot, 2 of our men are stabbed and he is trying to break the glass in his confinement room."
Rolling my eyes; rubbing my head in frustration. I pay them to take care of this. Why is he in a room with furniture and not in a cell? "Was he not in Cell 4? - He was but we chained him to take him to the administration office for fingerprints and background check" So he broke through the chains.
"My Dear -" I spoke with a clenched jaw, " - have you ever heard of tranquillizer or chloroform" The line went quiet as the hostage banged against the glass. "I thought so" hanging up, knowing she will be questioning how she is handling that situation. But if it's not fixed by the time I get there - someone will bleed.
Pulling myself up with the railing, I threw my phone on the bed walking into my walk-in closet. The island inside was made from glass displaying my armoury. Opening it I took out my rope - I am going to have to descend off the estate to the ground floor.
Running up to my balcony, grabbing the rail, I swung myself over holding on. Taking my rope, I wrapped it around the rail as a slid down to the Harrisons Balcony that was underneath me.
Gently stepping my feet down, the end of my rope with the metal hook hit the floor, making a noise. I froze still to then hear the sound of a gun coking as the hammer was pulled back, loading it.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Throwing my rope over the balcony, jumping over the railing to hide under the balcony; to then flip my foot on the balcony, falling into the rose bushes below. "Ahhhhh, Fuck!!" I whimpered, covering my mouth.
Hearing Harrison open his balcony doors and look over his balcony. I held my breath and covered my mouth. He had his gun in front of him, looking down below, as I froze still. He looked back up and around. "I swear I heard someone" He mumbled as he walked back inside.
Slowly stepping out of the bush, the thrones scratched at my skin, cutting me and impaling me. Walking back to the estate, I pulled out the thorns that were hurting me, as I still had a few in my arms and legs - yet I ignored it.
Jumping over the estate wall, I walked down the side of the road heading to the other side of the city to our safe house. Looking up to the night sky, the empty 2 am roads; a pair of headlights blurred my vision.
Jumping to the side, my body hit the sidewalk as the car stopped. Looking at it, it was a Kia sedan - an ugly ass thing.
Looking around for anyone or cameras; it was clear. "Fuck me" Standing up, I pulled out my Glock and pushed in a magazine; walking towards the car.
Hitting his glass window, he rolled it down. "I am so sor -" My Glocks barrel pressing against his head, stopped him and his thoughts "Get out!" He nodded vigorously and out got the car with his hands in the air.
Fuck Aideen! What are you doing!? This poor guy almost hit you and now you are hijacking his car! At least give his stuff back so he can get home safely. My inner voice spoke.
Getting into his car, I dug through his car; grabbing his wallet, house keys, the car registration and a piece of paper that was in the glove box. I looked around for a pen - which there was none. Pulling out my knife from my thigh, I pricked my index finger and wrote my phone number on the piece of paper; to then hand him all his belonging
"Here. Take your things and this. Call me tomorrow at 12, alright? I am just borrowing your car. Oh, and here is $700 to help you get back home" He looked at me hesitant to take his things but nodded and took the money. "I am with the FBI. It's a secret mission and I didn't have a car-" I showed him my fake FBI badge; which he nodded.
"-The bus station is not far from here, so use the money to get home safely. Call me tomorrow to get the car back" He nodded "What is your name Ma'am?" I smiled at him, changing the gears "My name is Aideen" I smiled pushing on the gas, watching him in the rear-view mirror, slowly getting smaller, to then disappeared as I drove away.
Driving for 20 mins I got to the Safe House. Knowing I will be tracked, I didn't take the bus or my phone, so walking was my only option until the opportunity of this car got me to the Safe House.
Rolling down the window, looking at the security of Safehouse. He looked me dead in the eyes as the colour on his face flushed away at the sight of me. Opening the metal gate, I drove in to see my W-code 24 Spy waiting for me on the porch of the Safe House.
The open metal gate opened as I drove in. My E-code24 Spy was waiting at the front door for me. Looking like a normal estate when you drive past it. Yet inside, instead of a living room or a kitchen; the rooms were filled with weapons, armoury, and protective gear - That even the army doesn't have.
The President uses our Safe House for him and his family, in case of emergency. Yet it doesn't belong to him.
The Government relies on Capitalists and the people like me, in this Industry to run the country and keep him safe.
