Complicated

Chapter 17

Unknown's POV:

"Boss want's to know if you got her" I said to the guys who's duty to watch over the chic. Today boss didn't have much for us to do. So basically, today is just a fucking boring day. I waited for both of them to say anything but they didn't. I sighed, annoyed. I might as well just check for myself. I took one step forward and was met with two dark blue eyes, I'd recognise anywhere.

What the actuall fuck is she doing here?

Her auburn hair was messed up and she look exhausted with dark circles under her eyes. She was shocked as I am. It was her? She quickly blocks her face with her hair while I quickly snapped out of it. "You two know each other or something?" Rickson said smugly. No doubt happy that he could use this against me. I've always hated him.

Since his new, he thinks his all cool and shit. "Yeah, kind of. I fucked her before." I lied as I glared at them. It wouldn't be safe if they knew Collins and I actually knew each other. I glanced at her again before asking for the two photographs that they had. After few minutes of glaring, they handed it to me. I masked my face with a blank one and told them coldly to bring her under the light so I could double check.

It couldn't be really her right?

They carried her under the light as I stepped closer. The left photograph was a girl who looks young at age with brunette hair and blue highlights. It pefectly fits her well with the girl's dark blue eyes. The right photograph has auburn hair and dark blue eyes. Just like Collins and the previous girl. Except this girl looks younger. What I couldn't exactly get was, they exactly look alike. If Collins changed her hair to brunette with blue highlights, I wouldn't even fucking recognise her. 

I glance at Collins -yup she's really here- and the girls in the pic. They fucking look alike. "Are you sure its her?" I asked both of them.

"Not exactly" "Yes" they both said at the same time. I glared at the both of them. My glare is fucking scary when I want it to be. "Were not really sure. We don't know if we were suppose to bring two of them." Dick shrugged. At the bottom of both of the photographs, its written American Citizens. Collins from England though with her accent and all.

Maybe she isn't what she seems. I've always found her a mysterious girl. Honestly, I found her attractive. Not only because of her hotness but because of her personality and her mysterious vibe too I knew she's more than meets the eye. I putted both of the photographs in front of their faces. "Under the pic its written American Citizens. Did you made sure that she is one?" I snapped at them while looking at her to see her glaring at the floor, not facing me.

"Who fucking care's? No one would give a fuck" Rickson said to me as he shrugged without a care in the world. He has no idea what his fucking saying. "You're right. I'll tell boss you got her. And if he finds out you got the wrong chic, he'll kill the both of you" I said as if I was reading the menu and couldn't help smirk at the last part.

I knew once I said that, they had no choice but to turn to me for help since I am the one who has to update the boss. I slowly turned to the exit while smirking. I couldn't fucking help it.

1 step.

"How do I know you're not fucking us?" he said all serious, no more carefree him. He knows boss could seriously kill them. I halted in my steps. "What? Do you want to see our fucking used condum?" I said, sarcastically. He chuckled. "You keep used condum?" he said smugly. Anger slowly boiled to me. This isn't going as planned.

"That's not the fucking point" I said frustrated but then I remebered that his the one who's needing my help here so I slowly smirked once again. "Whatever" I shrugged to him as I continue slowly walking