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The Next Day.
"Please Lavender, just sit down." I shook my head, ignoring Brad's words as I continued to pace the room.
"It's almost been twelve hours since they went missing. Do you understand how far someone can travel in twelve hours?" I spat at Brad.
Which I knew was rude and he was just trying to help but Dee and Holland weren't here for me to yell at, so he was the next best thing.
We were currently at the base in my office. We had every assassin we could conjure up on the ground. We had people searching security camera footage, running number plates... We even had people out walking around the neighborhood knocking on peoples doors, asking the residents if they've seen my babies, by showing them a picture.
We had exhausted all avenues. And yet we'd gotten no where.
Someone had taken my babies in the early hours of this morning, entering the house before tranquillizing Dee and Holland, where they proceeded to kidnap my children.
No money or jewelry or weapons were stolen or even touched.
Whoever it was had one target, and they succeeded.
Whoever had taken them, had done it intentionally.
And I wanted to know why.
But to answer that question, we needed to answer another. Who the hell wanted to steal my children?
Which only led us to list of people as long as The Great Wall Of China.
I didn't think that I had many enemies... But when I looked further into basically everyone I had killed and all the things I have done in my past... Well let's just say the list is huge.
I'm sure there were plenty of people out there wanting something from me, and to get that something they had to hit me right in the heart. Right where they knew they'd get a response.
What confused me was the fact that no note or email or text was left.
Dee and Holland had been knocked out, my kids were stolen and the house didn't show a remote sign of a beak in. As though they walked right in and just took my children.
What scared me the most was not knowing how they were. I mean were they being fed? Were they hurt? Were they okay? Were they crying and screaming right now, or were they asleep? Did they even sense that they'd been taken from Brad and I?
"Please for the love of god stop pacing-" I heard someone say.
I instantly stopped, turning to look back at everyone as they were spread around the small room each with a laptop of their own sitting in front of them or their phones in their hands. All assassins I highly trusted that were free and didn't currently have another mission on.
