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"Sin took care of the syringe" Shirley said as I was on the phone with her. Lando was still at the paddock with his team while I returned back to the hotel.

"Good" I nodded and grabbed my laptop. I opened the email Shirley send me a couple of hours ago.

All the information about Lando.

"Do you really think he knows?" Shirley asked, as if she could see I was reading her email at this moment. She knew me too well.

"I don't know, he didn't mention it yet" I said as I scanned my eyes over the email. Nothing too special, a few allergies but nothing as easy as nuts or bee stings.

"Maybe he just thinks you're making it up or lying in the diary or whatever" she said.

He could indeed think I was crazy like that. But he knew I wasn't home that night, he saw me and how much of a mess I looked, he saw the 'paint' in my hair.

If he read it, then he knew I wasn't lying in the diary.

But if he knew who I was, if he knew I was killing men, would he really sleep next to me?

"Anyways, can you track Taylor's phone?" I asked. "Yeah, what's his number?"

"I-uh-don't know?"

She sighed. "Then obviously not"

"Can't you find his number then? Do a quick search on his name"

"I already did that" she said. "Nothing comes up"

Hmm, very weird.

The door opened and Lando walked in. "Helloooo sunshine" he waved but quickly silently apologized when he saw I was on the phone.

"Oh I looks like Lando and you made up" Shirley giggled.

"Nah, still hate him" I smirked as I looked at Lando who just rolled his eyes. "Anyways, I will call you back tomorrow, good night"

"Good night" she said before disconnecting the call.

"Who was that?" Lando asked almost immediately. "Just a friend" I shrugged.

"Didn't know you had friends" he chuckled, but it had some truth in it. I didn't have much friends.

I didn't have time for friends.

"I thought you and I were friends?" I arched my eyebrow.

He tilted his head a little, he didn't want to smile but he still did. "I thought you hated me?"

"We can be hate friends" I shrugged, which made no sense, but Lando didn't seem to care about that.

He nodded. "We are definitely hate friends"

I got up and walked to the bathroom. "I am gonna take a shower"

"Okay" he mumbled.

I took my time in the shower, took my makeup off and put my hair in a high ponytail.
The makeup on my arm was washed off, revealing my tattoos again.

I was kinda tired of covering them off every day, but I definitely wasn't ready to let Lando see them.

If he was having suspicions about me, then my tattoos would raise his eyebrow even higher.

He could only see the three butterflies on my hand.

I walked out of the bathroom, to find Lando sitting on the balcony with his phone. I took a seat next to him which made him look up.

"Have you read this already?" He said as he gave me his phone. "The Black Widow killed one of Red Bull's sponsors"

I scanned over it. "I did" I nodded.

"Why do you think she's doing it?" He asked, taking his phone back.

Why is he asking me this question? Because he knows I am the Black Widow or because I'm a girl and might understand her?

I shrugged. "Maybe they were bad guys?"

An answer that he probably expected. Girls taking other girl's side. Not really providing a reason.

"Probably" he smiled at me. "Are you still gonna put up the pillow wall?"

"Can I trust you?" I asked.

He chuckled and nodded. "Can I trust you?" He redirected the question at me.

"You can" I said honestly. Even though I had a lot of information on him, I had no intention on killing him.

I actually liked being around him. Even though I could never be myself with him, he sure made me feel as if I could be.

"Then no pillow wall tonight?" He smiled.

"No pillow wall, but if you dare to touch me the-"

"Then you will kill me" he finished my sentence. "I know"

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