Running With His Kid

Ambush

"Miranda, I'll be fine. I prom--" I cut myself off as I stared at the scene before me. 

Ten men, dressed in all black, stood outside the restaurant, pointing what I assume to be guns at me. 

My arms gave out, sending everything out of my grip and down the few steps to the diner. 

The phone miraculously stayed in my hands and in the last moment of consciousness I say "They've found me. Tell Olivia I love her." 

A man stepped forward as a dart plunged into my neck. 

He removed his mask, revealing himself to be....

Kevin. 

Kevin 

"Get the men ready for the raid tonight." I ordered calmly to one of my most trusted employees. 

He nodded his head respectfully. 

The employee strode out of my office swiftly. 

Tonight was big. 

We were going to invade a whole cargo ship of stolen goods. 

The ship was on its way to a part down in LA, California. 

We had other plans for it. 

My men were to move out to the ship and simply take it over. 

It wasn't as easy as it sounded. 

The men spent weeks training with the grappling hook to climb the height of the ship. 

The way this goes down tonight will be up to fate. 

I've put my best men on this job. 

That ship is carrying millions worth of drugs. 

My hands searched through the files on my desh, making sure everything was in place. 

Some may say that I'm a perfectionist or I have a severe case of OCD but that isn't the case. 

The men I send to these missions are risking their life; If I can help it, their lives will be spared. 

My eyes looked up from the papers as the door creaked open slowly. 

"Georgia, what are you doing here?" I questioned, annoyance laced in my tone. 

She wasn't called in and there was too much that needed to be done. 

"Aw, baby..." Georgia pouted her lip-injected lips. 

She strode over to me. 

"Aren't you happy to see me?" Georgia purred like literally purred... What the fuck? 

She reached the back of my chair. 

Georgia took her hands and slid them down my chest from behind. 

"Georgia, I'm busy." I grumbled, trying to sit up in my chair. 

Her hands held me back softly. 

Georgia's long, fake nails scratched my shirt. 

She turned the chair around, practically jumping on my lap. 

Georgia cupped my face and hungrily kissed me hard. 

Why the fuck am I with her? She can't even kiss! 

Feeling Georgia's teeth sink into my lip, I pushed her back a bit. 

I caught any blood that was drawn with my finger. 

"What the hell?!" My anger rose. 

That hurt like a bitch.