The Thug I Want Is An FBI Agent.

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I was dressed in a white plain v neck shirt with denim jeans with a black leather boot to match when I heard Nicki snicker.

"What's funny?" I asked with a slight frown whilst I put on a beanie.

"Shouldn't you dressed official or something to get the man's attention?" She smart assly stated.

" Naa this dressing is ayt. It makes it seem like I have zero need to impress him which makes it easy to gain his trust." I replied still gazing at my reflection in the mirror. My honey coloured orbs  piercing back at me.

"It makes sense," she agreed, flopping herself on the bed whilst I smirk to myself.

"Becareful," she shouted after me whilst I headed out.

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Cassie Pov
I was clearly shaken after yesterday's shooting ordeal and I just wanted to sleep in to keep my mind off it. Why couldn't I have a normal life like everybody else. I could feel depression setting in as my mind began to slip into the darker part of my life.

"Urggggg," I screamed in frustration and threw a pillow with all my strength across the room which landed on my father's face just as he opened my bedroom door in that very moment.

"Ouch sweetheart," he complained picking the pillow off the floor and headed my way.

"What's making you upset?" He asked taking hold of my right hand in his. I just broke down and began to cry suddenly feeling overwhelmed. He just held me in his arms as my silent tears flow whilst he whispered continuously that he will protect me.  Which sounded like he was trying to assure himself more. We both knew money couldn't solve our greatest fear but yet we were trying to hold on the thin thread of hope.

"I'm fine," I told him after my dark mood subsided. He gently patted my back before letting go of me.

" Why did you come here dad?" I asked after a moment of silent.

" I came to inform....," He couldn't finish his sentence before a knock came.

"Come in," we both stated simultaneously .

" Sir please Mr East is here to see you," the maid informed whilst my dad used his hand to gesture that he was right after her.

"Dear please excuse me," he said giving my hand a firm squeeze before heading out, his business like look back in place.

I looked at my crumpled bedsheets and my frustrations began to build up. Where the hell was this maid who was supposed to clean my room.

"Yussif get the maid on duty in my chambers right now," I screamed into the phone the moment he picked up.

"What the hell kept you from coming to clean my room," I demanded the moment she entered.

" Madam please when I first came you were fast asleep and I didn't want to disturb you," she feebly replied her eyes cast down.

" You irresponsible air headed fool! Do you think we pay you just to see your sorry pathetic ass" I chided my temper raising.

" I'm sorry," she kept mumbling her voice sightly trembling as she tried to keep in her tears.

"Even a low life gets to live long," I muttered with a huff before heading out of the room with a bang.

"Can't anybody in this damn mansion do anything right?" I screamed when I got to the pool area and nearly slipped when I stepped on a puddle of water.

The pool manager rushed over with a dry mop giving me an apologetic look before starting to clean the floor.

"Are you blind or something? You are cleaning the wrong places. Bring the mop here" I shouted at him.