Can I still love?

Chapter 9

I woke up at 9 o'clock. Not because I wanted to, but because Tyler sneezed. He sneezed! And the only reason I woke up because he sneezed was because he was in my room! Beside me! I automatically lifted my legs up and spun my body, kicking the unsuspecting boy in his head, effectively knocking him off my bed.

"Okay, I know I say this a lot  but, What the hell, A?" Tyler rubbed his head and ass simultaneously with an annoyed look on his face. He could not be asking me what the hell when I just had a mini heart attack because he was sitting on my bed in a hotel room while we were plotting on killing someone in the next few days!

"What was I supposed to do?" I pulled the blanket off of me and got out of bed, "Let whoever was sitting in my bed strangle me to death?"

He rolled his eyes and used the side table to help him stand up. "You're so over dramatic, it was just me." before I could launch into my usual huge rant of him being a complete dumb ass he held up his hand. "You need to stop talking, Mr Johnson is video calling us on the laptop in 10 minutes, you have to change out of that," He gestured to my body, "And into some training clothes or something."

I nodded and he left the room. The only reason Mr. Johnson would be calling us was because we messed something up or something has happened. He never interacted with us during a mission, he liked to dismiss all ties he had with us well we fulfilled his wishes. Even if we did get caught and asked the usual 'who do you work for' or whatever other cheesy shit like that (We've never been caught) we wouldn't break, not with our whole families on the line. We blab about the academy we get our entire families killed, it was a pretty effective way to ensure our silence.

By the time I got out of my room bodies surrounded the laptop. I joined the group, standing beside M, who visibly relaxed when she saw me. She changed into her training outfit, shorts and a sports bra, her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail giving the impression she had just recently been training. We had the same idea, so if we were asked we had been training together.

Before I could ask a question about what was going on Mr. Johnson appeared on screen. His pale grey eyes instantly fell on me. Despite the fact he was not scary whatsoever a chill swept over me. I swallowed thickly while waiting for him to speak.

"I see all of you are getting ready for tonight events." his voice was smooth and calm, as if he were just calling to ask what we had for breakfast, as if this call was no more than an inconvenience.

We nodded slowly. Mr. Johnson wasn't one for pleasantries. No one dared to speak. He has never video call us before! What were we supposed to say? 'Oh hey Mr. Johnson, uh are you calling to possible order our death?' I wish I was being over dramatic but that has happened to 3 other teams, he was serious about not letting anyone screw up his never ending quest for money.

"There has been a report on two deaths, their necks were snapped, in the back way of a club called," He paused to look down at something we couldn't see, "Le Crazy House, I was assuring that your team had nothing to do with such activities."

I could hear my heart beating in my head. I guess we should've hidden the bodies, at least then they could've decomposed in peace. I was the first to speak, I guessed because everyone was in shock with how he had found out so quickly. "No sir, we have been training and going over the plan for tonight." I left my voice impassive and clipped, I refused to make direct eye contact even though he was in another country.

"I was just making sure, you are one of my top teams. What I was really trying to discuss was you Miss A." My head snapped to Mr. Johnsons face, he held no emotions. Thankfully he wasn't mad.

"What seems to be the problem?" I could feel everyone's eyes on me, even though they didn't turn their heads they were all looking out of the corners of their eyes.