Chapter 7: 1 a.m

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Strange POV (I meant it's a weird point of view. I DIDN'T WANT TO PUT STRANGER *cough, cough, potatoing101 , cough, cough*)

"I need to track down and kill these people. I want them dead in a week tops. If not, it'll be your head," I yell handing him the files.

"I always get the job done," he smirks.

"Go, Mask. I'm paying you a lot for this. I sure hope you don't fuck up."
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Hazel's POV

I toss and turn in my bed, not being able to fall asleep.

I keep thinking about what happened in the kitchen earlier.

No, not the part where he was on me.

The part where afterwards he gave me his food.

It's a small gesture, I know, but to me it was really cute.

A small smile rests on my face.

I can't stay in bed any longer, I think I need to go to Remmy's room.

I grab the key that goes to her door, in which she gave me the day before, and tip toe out of my room.

Unfortunately, one of the rules were to not be out past midnight.

It's 1:00 am.

I mean everyone should be asleep right, so it wouldn't matter.

I open the lock and twist the door handle. I close it quietly behind me.

My plan is to scare her awake, she'll be mad, though.

I slowly open the bedroom door.

Peaking in, I see something I can never unsee.

My bestfriend, riding Marcel.

And I mean hard riding.

They didn't hear me come in so I rushed back out.

I quickly tiptoed out of the room and into mine. How come I didn't hear anything?

I close the door and turn around.

Oh shit!
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"Why were you out of your room," he asks in a deadly voice.

"I was just going next door to talk to Remmy about something," I say trying to hide my nervousness.

In three quick strides Aiden has me against the door.

"I had one rule," he says dangerously, "to stay in your rooms at night. Anything can happen at night when the lights are off and the last thing I want is for you to get hurt."

"I was out for two seconds, chill," I sigh.

He gives me one of the most dangerous glares I've ever seen.

Grabbing my arm he pulls me towards the bed.

"You've been a bad girl," he whispers into my ear, "bad girls get punished, badly."

He isn't gonna hurt me. He would never hurt me, right?

Letting go of my arm, he sits on the edge of the bed, "over my lap," he demands.

"What, no," I protest. "HAZEL GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND LAY OVER MY LAP," he yells.

One half of me is scared of what will happen, while my kinky side is dying to find out.

I walk towards him slowly. He pulls me down the rest of the way.

"You count out loud. I want to hear every number and end it with a sir, or it'll be worse for you, am I clear?"

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