Chapter Twenty

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Chapter Twenty

Lauren's POV.

Have you ever been in a position where you desperately wished you could trade destiny with someone?

Now, I guess I shouldn't take this too far since I didn't really even believe in destiny to begin with up until a few hours ago. But if it existed, and you knew something was inevitable for someone else and you had the opportunity to swap it with your own, would you take the chance?

Right now, I most certainly would.

Cause I knew that what was going on in Harry's life, in all of their lives, wasn't fair. At all. They had tried so hard to get where they were today, but now all of that was falling apart like some wooden pieces glued together with cheap glue. And I had been too preoccupied with my own inner dilemmas to catch the fallen pieces or prevent that from happening.

The killing part was that it wasn't the lack of fans or poor managing or even quitting on their part that caused the potential end of their amazingly successful career. No, it was my nemesis, and that I'd completely underrated the danger level of this mission.

Was I really that ego-centric?

Not only had I failed to bring Lou and Tom their baby back, but I had also proven unsuccessful in keeping the boys safe from their impending kidnap. Had I returned Lux to her parents and put a stop to U.L.C.A. maybe this wouldn't have happened.

I sighed from where I sat amongst the bunk beds.

I knew that self pity wasn't exactly in my best interest at the moment. The boys needed me, now more than ever, but I needed to collect my scattered thoughts. And I just didn't know what to do.

We had woken up at the park at dusk, each of us with a killer headache and a paramedic by our side. Some local must have called the ambulance. And rightfully so. A bunch of people lying on the ground unconsciously couldn't possibly be anything good.

As soon as I had been able to somewhat think around the throbbing pain I had talked to the police about what had happened. About how some retards had hijacked my clients and put us all under with what we later found out to be gaseous xenon. So they had sent out search parties all over town.

That's it.

That was all we could do. We had no idea of where they could be. We didn't have any clues of their whereabouts either. None of us had seen with way the men had went. And even if we had, that wouldn't had helped that much.

Fuck.

I imagined what they could be going through this exact moment and my head nearly exploded from the worry and possibilities of different torture methods. If they even were alive.

No. They couldn't be dead. They were way too valuable, it would be too much of a loss to the villains to kill them. So they most likely would keep them alive in order to get something they wanted. Right?

We still had time to find them. Right?

Unconsciously I let out a frustrated scream.

Why was this so hard? I never had too big of obstacles in my former missions. Ok, now I was exaggerating. I did have major hindrances, but I found ways to overcome them. I had always been the best problem solver, for crying out loud! That's why Paul had decided to hire me. So why then, did it seem like I'd hit rock bottom on this mission?

A tentative knock interrupted the wild geese that were my thoughts.

"Lauren? You yelled. Are you alright?" It was James.

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