chapter eight

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Y/n's POV:

I felt relieved.

Spilling my soul felt nice.

I couldn't go home, despite being almost well, they wanted me to stay here so they could monitor me and make sure i had no contact with any of the boys.
It sucked.

Mr. Saihara walked in and sat beside my bed.
It was silent.

"I know you've been comunicating to them outside of our time.."

Damn it.

"Do you realize how important this is?! And for you to just ruin ALL WE'VE WORKED FOR?!?"

I sat in silence.

"You don't own me.."

He looked pissed.
I didn't know what to do.
I needed to keep contact with them.

It was the only way.

"Look, I'm sorry but i have intell for you. They want to meet up."

He looked intrigued.

"When?"
"In three days."

He pulled out his phone and began typing.

"Alright. We'll set up a sting operation..."

I really hoped that the plan would work.

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