Love, lies and secrets

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

*1 month later*

'Shit' I think to myself.

We are just coming out from the recording studio when someone jumps us, really.

*1 hour later*

Paul is grumbling angrily to himself about how we should have waited for him instead of just going to the bus and leaving him behind.

I sigh and shake my head.

'What is he going to do now.' I think to myself?

*Paul* POV

'That is the final straw I am getting these boys some more protection.'

*1week later*

I think I have finally found a solution to my problem but I still had to recheck the address for the last time and finally had to realize this is definitely the right place.

*Jade POV*

This guy called me earlier, Paul I think he said he wanted me to do something important with a lot of money in it.

I agree to meet him at as some people may say a very 'dodge' area with some of the allies I have made over the past few weeks.

After I see a well built man in a black suit walk in (whom I assume is Paul) I wait a minute or so before I walk in.

I see a few of my allies heads lift in cautiously, trying not to make their presence known to Paul.

*Paul POV*

I see someone dressed fully in black, their face covered by some sort of mask and a could tell somewhere on her she has a gun on her so for some reason I automatically know it was her.

She called herself Alexis Clark, even an idiot can tell that that is not her real name. I can't help but wonder if that is her real name, but I can tell she is really nervous about this.

I for some reason think that this is one of the first encounters she has had with someone that doesn't do drugs or should be in prison in a while.

*Jade POV*

I see him look at me with curiosity in his eyes, but there is also something else there something I haven't seen in a while it's a mixture of pity -why would he pity me- and care. I assume that's because he probably has people to care about whereas I have no one.

I mentally slap myself, I will not let any of that go to my head. I quickly checked my mental checklist.

Stone cold face ✔️

machine set to unrecognizable tone✔️

Mask over my face✔️

Gun ✔️

I slid easily into the booth still not looking at Paul,

"Give me your gun." I requested, whether it was for my safety or just to calm my own nerves -being thirteen and all it is quite hard just to talk to strangers just so you can eat that night- he looked a little perplexed at that but he did not protest so he slid the gun slowly over the table. When I had the placed the gun in a secure place I said,

"Well you obviously called me here for a reason so what do you want?"

"I have heard you are the best street fighter in the country."

"Ya, you heard right, what about it?"

"Well a friend told me about you-" I cut him off,

"-That friend wants you dead."

"Anyway I want, scratch that need you to do something for me."

"I'm listening."

"Well there are these five guys and they have a... a knack of getting into trouble and ummm I need your help to keep them... well out of trouble." I thought about this for a minute or so and asked,

"How much does this pay?"

"Around, umm well I think in this currency about R100 000 a month." My mouth was literally hanging after he said that.

"It sounds amazing but I first wanna meet them so I know their not to much trouble."

"Tell me when and where and we'll be there."

"Tomorrow same time and before I forget here's your gun back." I quickly slid the gun back to him stood up and left. When I get to the place I am staying in I breathe a sigh of relief that it went so well.

*Pauls POV*

Damn that girl has reasoning skills but as much as I don't think she wanted anyone to see it but she was shaking, she was so nervous that she was actually shaking. If it wasn't strictly business I would actually gone up and hugged her. The one thing hat stood out to me was for that moment that she glanced at me I saw she's afraid, afraid of what the world has, and what it will do to her. I also saw a dark black/blue bruise over her eye and others scattered over her face which is definitely go something to do with the underground fighting but I also can't help but wonder what else, the friend that told me about her said something about death, of which I just assumed was other people trying to kill her but now that I have seen her I think it actually might be the other way around -her doing the killing-. It would make sense, because she is clearly not old enough to get a job and well, if people pay for it and you need the money I'm sure I'd do the same thing. I try to convince myself otherwise, I don't know why but she has this sort of innocence that glints in her eyes so I really just don't want to believe it but the feint sliver of guilt is there no matter how much I try to ignore it.

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