-{ Chapter 51 }-

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     I needed closer towards the door trailing my hand against its cold frame slowly opening it with ease

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     I needed closer towards the door trailing my hand against its cold frame slowly opening it with ease. I peeking my head inside just enough for me to get a good glance at the culprit.

     I narrowed my eyes as I fixated my gaze on... 

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   I narrowed my eyes towards the men gazing over at strong muscular arms. I trailed my gaze upwards to meet the face of a strong jaw and very distinct German features.


      Why are the Germans talking about this in the first place? Were they the ones in charge of the ambush? 


     Are these the people my father told me to stay away from? Are these the people he told me to watch out for?


     The question began to form into another question after question distracting me from my task.


     Right snap into it, we must gather intel, no more boys, no more Julian, no more Jasper...


     I took a deep breath in and then out trying to distract myself. I don't want to leave Julian, or Jasper or Lucas, or Liam... even Ryder. 


     I don't want to leave them, I love it here.


     Right focus on the mission I need to focus on the god damn mission. I turned to the right looking over at my targets once more. 


     I tightened my ponytail with ease forcing it to hold together easier. Who knows I might even get to knock some people out.


    I tighten the boy once more allowing the long strands of my dark hair to cascade down my back. 


    It has always been a tradition of mine to tie my hair back or tighten it ever since I can remember. It has also been a small habit of mine to do before every mission.


     My hand was still placed against the cold metal frame of the door. I pushed open the door a little more with caution. 


     "Boss what about Princess Hunt she is obviously Mr. Hunts daughter." A German man replied with his thick accent.


     "Obviously she lied about her interview. Her father does not own a business cover up all of New York drug cartel knows that it is just a cover up!"

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