As I completed another crime day, I sighed and sat on the couch. Can I even call it mine? I mean, I bought it but.. it feels like I'm sitting on a stranger's couch. Ugh, I'm so paranoid, I have to stop with this, or they'll call me crazy again. They always do. I turn my head and look at the fake ID lying on the stand next to me. "Name: Diane Scrayne, Age: 23..." The only thing that is fake about this ID is my age, I'm much younger, I'm 19.
Just when I was lost in my thoughts about my age and everything I went through, a sound and vibration caught me off guard. I turn my head to grab my phone from my pocket. It was my boss.
"Diane, you have a mission tomorrow," he said with his tone firm. His husky voice was very appealing. Maybe he was just tired, he does a lot, after all. Well, as I was thinking about that, my thoughts were cut off by his voice. "The detective, Alex Moretti, is in town. Probably looking for you, you have a dirty record, Diane," he lets out a low chuckle before clearing his throat "Well, I am having some people keeping an eye on him. Tomorrow, you'll be in charge of kidnapping him. This is just our way of gathering information. Can you do it alone?"
My heart skipped a beat.. doing it.. alone? That detective was a giant, how can I just kidnap him so easily? But.. I can't be a failure, that is not what Mom wants. I was raised to be a champion. To be a criminal, a successful one. But.. I'm tired. I just want some rest... But I'll never be able to get some
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Another life.
RomanceWhy does it matter? Why does it matter if my life has always been about making my mom proud? Trying to be something she wanted me to be? I just want to not be useless, like she always called me. I want her to smile at me, even though I know I can't...
