Chapter 11

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Nash P.O.V

Elizabeth was kicked to the ground.
I was startled but then I was punched to the ground.
"Dayum girl, you can teach me all ni-" Carter was interrupted while being punched in the face with a lamp.
I laughed lightly but this isn't the good time.
Elizabeth got up and got in her fighting position.
Elizabeth kicked Evie ,but Elizabeth then got her leg and flipped her over to the ground.
She got on top of her and started smacking her in the face till Elizabeth was kicked to the ground.
When she got up Elizabeth was chased and ran towards a wall, did a back flip and landed behind Evie and kicked her to the wall
When she slammed to the wall she threw a punch at Elizabeth, and then punched her in the side of her head with her fists.
Elizabeth didn't quit. She went to Evie and kept punching her forward till she losses her balance.
And she lost it, she fell to the ground next to her purse, pulled out a gun and pointed towards Elizabeth then me.
"Nobody moves! Or I'll shoot pretty boy" She said while standing up.
"Your a spy." Elizabeth says.
"No shit, I'm a crazy stripper trying to kidnap pretty boy for- Okay! Of course I'm a spy you lunatic, and so are you." She smirks.
She then turns around facing me.
"Alright you, time to meet a little fan." She smirks.
"I wouldn't be smirking this time." Elizabeth says.
Evie turned to face Elizabeth but failed by being whacked in the head with a lamp.
Leaving her blood all over the white carpet.
What's with girls and lamps?
After that she handcuffed her and pulled her to a room tied to a bed.

***

Hours later Evie woke up from being unconscious.
She looked at me dead in the eyes saying.
"You know Nash, if you wouldn't be famous this wouldn't happen to you." She says.
"You all want fame, you rotten little mother fuckers, that's what you-" she was cut off getting smacked in the face by Elizabeth.
She looked up and said.
"And how did you know I was a negative spy, what if I was a positive spy?" She says glaring at Elizabeth.
"Well for one thing your idiotic Head mistress should do is send out people with different numbers than mine, I to am number 47." She says, showing her wrist to her.
Evie just lays there quiet.
This is gonna be a long day.

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