Wanted!

Chapter three

***AUTHORSNOTE***

So this is this next chapter I have been writing two times…The first one got deleted as my pc blacked…so yeah, sorry for that! Anyway, I think this one is better anyway, so I hope you enjoy it and leave a comment at the end :D

Dedicated this to someone who have really helped me whit writing more. All the comments and votes have really had me given me the spirit to write more and for that i'm really happy and greatfull! :D

The song is one of those that i heard when i was younger, didn't know the name of and then found it now! :D I have listened to it while writing almost the whole chapter and it means so much to me! Hope you'll enjoy this and my crazy tast of music ;D

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Jane walked around her big white house whit a little sigh for almost every room. Her eyes scanning every piece of things she owned or the agency owner. The awards for best shooter and best ‘negotiator’ who was her fake ‘job’ now a days. The paints and stuff she didn’t even know what was. She rolled her eyes and was about to walk up stairs. That too had some kind of drawings and patters on it…it looked good, but she would never know how or why someone would pay so much attention to a stair?!

Jane heard someone knock on her front door, knocking her out of her dream world in the same beat. She slowly walked down the few steps she had walked up: and walked over to the door. She grabbed one of her small guns from a drawer in the hallway and then slowly opened the door, the gun resting on her back, not wanting to scare if it was just some small girls selling something for a good cause.

She smiled when she saw the familiar person and stepped back so the door could open more and let the person inside. “Hello, Summer” she greeted, letting the petite black haired woman in.

“Hello, Jane…Ready for a new mission?” Summer asked in her usual motherly tone. Jane looked outside one last time before she closed the door and put the gun back in its place. She then walked after Summer, watching the big clothes bag on her back whit her eyes a little narrowed. That was one hell of a big bag…and being Summer that came whit it, it was banned to be clothes, guessing a dress…

The pair of them walked up to Jane’s dark, but cozy bedroom. Her bed was big, made of oak and the cheats were a mix of black and blood red. She loved it…other people hated it. She lived in it…She practically didn’t care what other people thought of her style. She liked it dark, yet cozy…Elegant, still homey…Having a style to it, but still in a romantic way.

She had a big walk in closet and an own bathroom that belonged to this already huge ass bedroom. She stopped a little away from her bed where Summer had laid the bag. “What do you have in there anyway? A monster?” she asked while looking at the bag, her arms crossed over her chest and a little pout on her light pink lips.

Summer turned whit a gentle smile on her face “It’s your outfit for the night…Its a ball kind of thing and I figured out you needed a new dress for it…Simple as that” she smiled softly and opened the zipper and pulled out a red, low-cut and floor length dress. It was beautiful, but just too much for her. She hardly wore dresses and they were never like this. She used them short and not that low cut.

“Summer…I can’t go whit this” she groaned while plopping down at the bed beside it. Summer’s laugh rang through the room as a fine melody.

“Oh, hun this is one of ‘those’ missions” she said while doing air quotes, her rings twinkling in the sun streams that came in through the windows. She had one of her ‘I know something you don’t’ smiles and Jane narrowed her eyes.