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Eren pulled his towel from the rack, shaking it around in his hair a few times before wrapping it around his waist. Mumbling the lyrics to some song he had playing in the background as he cleared a circle in his steamed mirror with his arm.
He bobbed his head to the music taking some face soap in his hand and turning on the sink water. Staring into his own cedar eyes as he lathered up his face, his mind wasn't really there.
Reiner wasted no time in sending men out to watch him. He wondered how long it must've taken for them to find him, hoping that they never saw your house after y'all left the beach.
He sighed rubbing a towel together with his hands under the hot water. This was not gonna be a slow week for him.
Reiner was already a hard motherfucker to get rid of and now he's here. And he had Gen, who hated Eren, yapping in Reiners ear probably telling him all kind of locations Eren frequently went to...
He had a huge target on his back. Extra security were ordered to be everywhere, even some inside his penthouse, which Eren never had to have before.
This was all leading up to something bad. Something he & Reiner both long awaited...the finisher.
Eren knew Reiner wasn't leaving New York without his head sliced off and personally handed to him. So this was gonna have to happen quickly... because he still had a party to plan.
He punched numbers into a digital keypad in his closet, forcing open a part of the wall that slid into the wall beside it. The lights flickered on automatically as he walked in, examining some of the secret closets artifacts as the wet tips of his hair dripped on his tatted shoulders.
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He hummed to himself, looking at which ones fit the occasion and which ones didn't. Deciding on two and a few magazines before walking back to his bed.
Doomsday along with other things like throwing knives and bullet boxes were already laying there waited to be stashed away.
If he didn't handle this, he'd die. This week. And if that happened, he wouldn't be there for your birthday... he knew it'd make you upset... & that was unacceptable.
It was all stressful. The things he'd go through for a job he didn't want, a life he didn't ask for, and the only woman he's ever loved in this way.
He sighed in annoyance, tossing his other guns on his bed before running his finger through his hair to move it out his face.
His phone rings and he turned his head towards the bathroom. But his face was...less than excited. He really hated that thing.
