Are You Willing to Trust?

Chapter 14: Choosing the Correct Words

POV:  Angel Black

Wrapping an arm protectively around my waist, I give a small wave before watching the blonde tipped male slip from my room. Smiling, I lean against the wall for a moment staring at the spot in the floor. The kid was funny. Been a while since I met someone with that much spunk. Smart kid. 

Shaking my head slightly, I remove my sweatshirt and place it off to the side. There wasn't any use remembering if I wasn't going to be around for a while. Grabbing my bag, I quickly sort through everything, putting clothes in a neat pile off to the side before grabbing my chargers. Kicking the air mattress over toward the outlet, I plug in my phone cords and laptop charger before grabbing my blanket.

Sitting down on my air mattress, I let out a slow breath before looking around the bare attic space. With the moonlight slipping in through the skylights, this was actually one of the decent places I had stayed. There was even heat. Smirking, I pull out my laptop and quickly start to work. Pulling up the wifi system, I quickly begin my work. Plugging in my usb, I wait a moment for the light to flicker from red to green and I have access. Pulling up the camera system, I quickly scan through the different options before clicking on Victor's feeds and pulling them up. 

Well Gabriel hadn't been sent as a decoy thank fully. Been there done that. I smile looking at the camera angles making sure that none of them were of the attic space before I focused in upon the a few located around the house. The first located in Victor's room, who sat at his desk a very distant look in his eyes as he read the material before him on his laptop. Smiling, I glanced over to another screen and I focused upon a maid cleaning the downstairs living room. Watching her movements, my eyes widened as I watch her entire body tense. Flicking to another screen my eyes focus upon the thin figure of Mrs. Morgan an angry expression painted on her face. 

Frowning, I watch as the girl rushes from sight and Mrs. Morgan retire to her bedroom. Her face now looks worn and on the paler side. I wait a couple more minutes before opening up the facial recognition software that I had put on. Configuring the information to read all of the faces for the last twenty four hours, I prop up my pillow and slowly lay down. 

Letting out a slow breath, I pull out my small black burner phone and flip it open to find a message. 

Doc. Roberts: New Team, New Rules, New Communication 

I smirk and quickly type back before closing my eyes and allowing myself to drift. 

A couple of hours later, I am up just as the sun is peaking through the soft fluffy clouds. Glancing at my laptop, I click on the warning system and hook it up to my phone and then Victor's phone before slipping into some tight black yoga pants and a black tank top. Throwing my hair up into a pony tail, I slip from my little cubby and make my way outdoors. 

Scanning the lawn for any manual workers, I began to jog to clear my head. Over the past couple of months, I had become used to strange hours. You never knew when different organizations had meetings going on throughout the city and as the Academy's go to girl for undercover work, I was always called if necessary. 

How was I supposed to explain that to Sang? That the Academy was a great place to work but fuck you are one of the key pieces in a game of chess and if you go down then the ship goes with you. It was fucking dangerous. You couldn't be yourself around others. You rarely had time to yourself. 

But already, she was different. She was found by a team, the largest team in the Academy, and they had accepted her because they loved her, in a way that no one else could. She had much more control than anyone else did. 

Taking a couple of ragged breaths, I take a second, and pause at the front gate. My break however is short lived when I hear the crunch of gravel under sneakers. Doing a quick survey to make sure none of my bandages and tattoos are visible, I straighten and meet the concerned face of a security guard making his way from the entrance booth to me, his coworker staring at me confused. "Miss? Everything alright?" 

Smiling, I pretend to act winded and take a few slow breaths before nodding. "Everything is all right. Trying to get in a jog before the young master wakes up." I state and I watch as the the guard's eyes widen with recognition but what surprises me is the  genuine smile that appears on his face. 

"Master Victor is a wonderful pianist and very kind Miss. You do your best to protect him you hear?" My eyes meet his deep black soulful eyes which look weary and tired and I see a small shine in them as he whispers ever so softly, "The Mistress will never care so you need to."