Wrong About Heaven (Dinah/You)[ON HOLD]

Chapter 10

I squinted my eyes a little to make sure what I was seeing was correct. I flipped the page and did the same for the other profiles.

"Holy shit." I breathed out. I decided to just go back to Dinah's house. I sat on my bed and looked at the spread out profiles. Sure enough the names were the same, the addresses, everything.

Somehow Normani, Ally, Camila, and Lauren were involved in this case. I wonder if Dinah knew.

I laid back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I laid like that until I heard the girls downstairs.

"Baaaaaabe!" Dinah called from downstairs.

I took a deep breath. I can't act different around them. I could blow my cover and they might not even have anything to do with it. Hiding the folder under my clothes in my suitcase, I went downstairs.

"Hey baby!" I said cheerily as I jumped on her back.

"Y'all are such goals!" Normani squealed.

I smiled at her, trying to push everything to the back of my mind.

"What'd you do all day, babe?" Dinah asked me.

"I just, uh, went to visit my best friend." I told her nonchalantly. "You?"

"Went to the office. It was pretty boring." she said and the girls agreed.

Holy shit. If they all work together, is it possible that Dinah is involved too? I'm overthinking. Calm down, y/n. Stop thinking about it. I focused in to what they were talking about and laughed with them.

Dinah carried me up the stairs when the girls left and took me to her room. I laid on her bed watching her change into more comfortable clothes.

"Why do you wear all black like a spy or something?" she asked chuckling. I forced myself to laugh along.

"I am a spy." I said, trying to pretend I was joking. If she finds out later I can always say I told her.

"Shut up!" she said laughing. "I don't fuck with snitches." she said winking at me. I laughed again, while mentally freaking out.

My phone pinged and I asked Dinah to get it for me. She looked at the text and her eyebrows furrowed. She handed me the phone. "Who's Ky?" she asked.

"My best friend. The one I went to see earlier." I said simply.

I read the text, "Are you coming back later tonight? Did you put the thing in a safe place?"

"Yes to both things. I put it in the bottom of my suitcase." I typed back quickly as Sinah laid next to me. I quickly hit send and locked my phone.

"Hey babe. I got to go again, but I'll be back later and maybe we can cuddle and watch a movie?" I asked. She gave me a small smile and nodded. I gave her a quick peck and hurried out the house.

I hurried to Dinah's recording studio. "Did the girls come back here?" I asked the receptionist and her eyebrows furrowed.

"They never came in today." she said.

"At all?" I asked.

"Well, I wasn't here earlier but I saw them around town. Dinah was with some man. I think it was for business though." she said shrugging.

"Thanks." I said as I left. Holy shit. I think they're all part of this. They may even run it. The more I think, the more it makes sense. Dinah is filthy rich, she has hella body guards, her security system here is top fucking notch. They were probably meeting to discuss the drop today.

I'm so fucking screwed.

\\\\\\Dinah's POV/////

I sat in bed debating whether or not I should look in y/n's suitcase. I read the message over her shoulder and I had a strong suspicion that she was cheating on me. I laid in bed for a few minutes before getting up. I walked to her room and opened the door. Her suitcase was halfway visible as it looks like she tried to push it under a bit. I pulled it out and pulled the clothes out of the suitcase. There was a folder underneath.

I opened it to find the faces of most of my workers in there. As I got closer to the back I saw the girls. I looked at the top of the page and saw "Federal Bureau of Investigation". Shit. Y/n's an FBI agent.

I'm so fucking screwed.

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A/n: This story is so shitty omg. I'm sorry.