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Chapter 17

Jamie's POV

We lay there, sweat beaded a crossed our foreheads. Our chest rises up and down as we come down from our climax. No one talks. The sounds of heavy breathing and the smell of sex is in the air.
Never have I ever been like this before. The blankets were everywhere. Some partially on the floor. Our hair stuck to our clammy skin.
But that was when I heard a gun shot and a scream.

Niall's POV.

After Jamie and Harry went back to the room, I went into the living room and watched some football. The team I was going for, missed the shot and I screamed.

How could they have missed the open shot. It makes not sense. The field was basically clear. The score was still 1-2 we were down by one with only 15 minutes left in the second (last) term.

I heard a gun shot and someone scream. Well someone other than me. No one had a gun though. At least that's what I know of. Maybe Zayn and Liam were making a bowl of popcorn when it just exploded out of the pan on the stove.

I wasn't really concerned about their health since no one has ripped us about a gun in the house. Plus why would someone shoot or kill each other. The lads and I have been together for almost five years now and we've know Mac, Jamie for maybe 6 or 7 months now. Dharma for maybe 4 months now.

They'll be okay. I'll just check on them after the match.

Unknown POV

I woke up today knowing it was going to be a day like most days for me.
This work can be such a pain in the butt. You never know when the
call is going to come. Sitting around waiting for my cell to ring.
Blocked number on the screen. No surprise there. The caller never knows
my number either. I trunk my cell through at least two other sources
before it ever gets to me.

This morning the call came a little earlier than expected. That's good.
I can get together what I need and get on the road quick and easy.

Run into the bathroom. Shower and brush my teeth. Back in the
bedroom I get myself into black slacks, black button down long sleeve
and black loafers. Pretty boring I know, but it's how I get paid.
Blending in, being boring.

Into the kitchen, I grab a quick granola bar and a glass of water as I
make my way to the front door of my little apartment. Opening the
closet I grab my case and out the door I go.

Out on the street I hail a cab and give him my destination. Fifteen
minutes or so later the cabbie drops me off on Seventh Ave. and Thirty
Fourth St. I get my bearings together and make my way across the street
to the tall office building on the opposite corner.

Security is pretty weak in this building I've been assured. And looking
around the lobby I can see I wasn't mislead. Two guards, both looking
more like doormen than security wander the area opening doors and
holding elevators for company employees.

I make my way to the elevators greeting the grossly overweight guard and
step into the elevator car already filled almost to capacity. I look to
press the twentieth floor button, but see that I will have company when
the car gets there.

The doors open and I step out behind a pretty brunette who heads to the
left towards where the bathrooms are. I've been in this building enough
now to know the layout. Business makes me visit the same areas
frequently. I make my way to the office number 1215. It's straight
across from the elevators and down a long hall to the left.

Get to the door and ring the buzzer. The lock clicks and I make my way
in.

"Good Morning, sir. May I help you?" asks the plump woman behind the
receptions desk.