I Can't Own You? (BOOK 1)

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Two days later, I end up giving the hackers the card info; they might finish the job before the weekend nears. Hopefully. At midnight, while watching Twilight, I open the compose an email tab on my phone. Staring at the blank thread. The team, made up of five members, I shared the amount on the card with, because they'll figure it out regardless if I tell them or not.

From: HackBaitDiamond10@gmail.com

To: ChrisDaBoss@gmail.com

The card does hold $1,000,000; that being said, my team and I require $50,000 each in order to assist. These funds will be deducted before any money is transferred to your account.

Fuck, just fuck. So five assholes were getting $250k out of this! "How much do you think they will want when billions drop on the card?" I ask Sam seriously.

Sam lays against the arm of his jumbo sofa, with his feet outstretched, I lay the same way, only opposite. Our height difference is so funny at times, him being six two and my being five feet five, made me feel like a little kid. "Possibly millions...don't forget to email about the tracking, they have to know."

"I think we're being paranoid; if I'm being tracked right now, James wouldn't still be staking out at my place."

Sam gives me a heavy parental stare, one that says: listen. "Email the team, and don't leave anything out."

"Okay." I agree with attitude. He has a knack for being right. If the team gets caught, we all do. Think rationally.

Twilight plays on an 80" flatscreen before us, producing background noise.

I add words to the blank email thread:

To: HackBaitDiamond10@gmail.com

From: ChrisDaBoss@gmail.com

I feel the need to tell the team that when this card is used, that activity is tracked very quickly. Transferring from it will put your location and phones/devices at risk. So how will this process work?

Send.

I watch the movie, counting down until I get a reply. On the tv screen, the scene of a glum Bella Swan driving through her hometown plays.

My mind drifts to what James is doing. If he had a plan for the card, maybe I should have bugged his car. We have no clue if he has a new card in the works somehow...or even if his billions will still transfer this weekend. Maybe I can sneak back over to my apartment and be a spy one more time.

But then again...I may get killed; the first and second times were luck. I don't know how a third would go. I should play it safe. After being yelled at by Sam, I realize that I wasn't acting like myself. I never pretended to be anyone before or changed my voice. I was even wearing my makeup and wig for a longer period of time than usual.

Sam gets up from the couch and heads to the back. I stay looking at the screen as Bella enters her purple room, thinking hard about what is up with me? Am I stuck in a role? Losing my mind? Or both? Sam returns with a white towel, which is damp, and sits beside me on the edge of the sofa.

"Let's get you out of this." He wipes my face, removing the makeup, flipping the wet towel to clean areas after each wipe. I take a part of the cloth and rub off eyeliner. Sam wipes thoroughly, turning the cloth brown with the product; afterward, he removes my wig, loosening the strap in the back first before pulling it forward and off.

The wig cap shields faded, blonde hair. Sam takes that off too. I need to re-dye my hair; it's getting too long also. I'm lazy with cutting it. Now it's at an odd, messy, neck length.

"I'm thinking about Paris..." I say lowly, twirling the towel in my hand. "Hopefully, all the complications end in a week. That'll be a perfect getaway." My clean face reverts to its chubby boy origin.

"We'll go once the heat dies down...even though I've been there already."

I smack my lips. "Don't brag."

"Let's go somewhere hot, like Vegas." He suggests hyperly.

"Hmmm....maybe Cali?"

He uses the dry half of the towel on my face to pat away wet spots in a few wipes. "Hey, nice to meet you." He jabs sarcastically.

"Haha." I snatch the towel and throw it at him. He catches it like a ninja.

Hmm...Vegas would be lovely but I want Cali, the waterfront, the excellent weather, the Hollywood attractions. Would we be safe tho? If we leave, I will lose status on James. If we go to another state, could we be found? I debate on as Sam rolls up the towel and places it on a black coffee table. "How about we visit your parents?"

I shake my head at him, not understanding why he would bring this up, "I can't believe you want to meet them after everything."

"Yeah, I do. From what you told me, they're hippies." His hand trails down my cheek, drying a water spot.

"They legit were, I have pictures to prove it, they were all "peace and love, mannnn." I put on a mellow voice. "They still are."

"So, what's the problem?"

"I guess we can go to Texas...it's hot for you since you're a cry baby. I haven't seen them in years...that's bad, isn't it."

"No, it's natural to drift apart; I'm pretty sure they understand. The trip will get our minds off of things, too."

"I guess..." I juggle the option. I do miss home. "I'll look up tickets. But...your apartment will be unwatched and might get robbed."

"Everything here is replaceable...except you." Awwww. My heart gets the best of me and I kiss the bottom of his palm, which still caress my face. I missed how we felt together. Half of me knows that our happiness would be challenged when my parents saw us together...half of me was ready to fight that fact. I guess I'm back with him...for now. I think.