Traitorous Love

Chapter 64- Developments

Each of them ordered a drink, watching carefully as I made them. Maria took the boss into the back, while the other two watched me like hawks. 

That was a terrible comparison. 

The door rattled open as I added the caramel drizzle to the macchiato, "Did you order my cold brew? The one with sweet cream, vanilla syrup and caramel drizzle?" said an extremely familiar voice. I stopped moving as I tilted my head up. My heart beat sped up, goosebumps erupting over my hands and legs because there is only one person I know that actually likes a cold brew with all those ridiculous add-ins. There is only one person whose voice is that carefree, who has wings that deep red. 

Why does everything thing I think of come to fruition?

"No Hawks, you have to order your own drinks," the assassin said, her voice going up three octaves. I gave a mental slap and continued drizzling the caramel before I looked up, confirming my suspicions. 

I cleared my throat, "Here is you're drink," and then I turned my attention to the golden eyes, "what can I get for you?" He looked at me carefully, as did I. I wanted nothing more than to run, because if he is here then Dabi can't be far behind. 

God what is he doing here?

"Uh, I'll take a medium cold brew, sweet cream, three pumps of vanilla, and caramel," I plaster a hopefully convincing smile on my face and begin making the drink.

"You new here?" He asks. 

I lay the accent on thick, "Yes. I recently joined,"

"Her name is Jenny," the assassin mocks. 

Hawks looks at me, a smile on his face, "It's wonderful to meet you, Jenny,"

Fuck. 

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"Miranda, how did this happen?" I am pacing, "what is he doing here? With them?"

Miranda is scrambling on her computer, "I'm not sure. I'm contacting my informant, she is sure to know something,"

We waited. A very long time. Her informant said that Hawks was likely with the league, and that the gang and the league must have some connections. Meaning that the gang was affiliated with the liberation army. 

"This changes the entire mission," Miranda said to me after getting off the phone with her informant.

"How so?"

"Because now this is about stopping the League. Not a simple drug case, and you're going to be in the middle of it," She responds when I give her a questioned look, "can you handle this? I know wounds are still fresh,"

"It's not like I have a choice do I?"

Miranda smiles, "No, you don't,"

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"So Jenny," Hawks says, a couple days later, "why are you working here? Are you some kind of  strategist?"

"Somewhat," I say, smiling. The four of them have been coming now, practically everyday and I've gotten more comfortable with the fact that Hawks is here. 

It feels...natural. Like how it used to months ago, although, that feeling of comfort feels like a distant memory now. He flirts a lot too. Sometimes I blush, other times I brush it off. He cornered me once, but I pushed him off. It feels like the first time I met him. The inappropriate flirting, the random touches, the comments and compliments. The basic fuck-boy package. 

"So why are you working here?" He asks again, leaning against the counter watching as I filled the machines with the coffee beans, "someone like you should be what?" he pauses and looks me up and down, "in college?"