Deceived Love

Chapter Seventeen**

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Harry’s P.O.V.

Scott’s men and I were headed towards the cream-colored mansion to look for any clues on the trader. Right when I was making my way over to it, a very attractive woman with long blonde waves was making her way out. I stood there, not sure what to do. She scurried away. Must have been the new owner of the mansion I suppose. Shit.

I shouldn’t have let her seen me. Not that I think she saw me clearly, because I freaking couldn’t. I motioned for the 3 other guys to come. As usual, they were taking their sweet-ass time to come. Assholes. I wanted to find this fucking trader and the sooner the better. Maybe I could quit this fucking job after, and actually have a real chance with Amanda.

As soon as the guys were next to me, I got the keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. We quickly made our way through the halls and to the basement. It was fucking dark down there. One of the men turned the light on; it was still a bit dim. I looked around, trying to see if any other boxes were missing.

“Styles, I don’t think he’s been here,” one of the men said, leaning over the wall in a careless way. I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

“Don’t you think I fucking know that? I just wanted to make sure nothing was out of place,” I snarled frustrated with these clueless assholes. I walked past him, climbing the stairs and out of the basement. They trailed behind me, locking the door as we made our way to the gray van.

 I was in my office doing some late work that the boss wanted. All I was focused on was finding any trace of the so-called trader. So far none of the guys I have encountered looked suspicious. They all seemed to mind their own business. After a while of being on my computer, I got tired and headed to my car. On my way out, it started to drizzle. Fuck.

I had forgotten we were expecting a storm tonight, and I wasn’t really prepared for it. My flat was about an hour at most, but with this weather, it’d take longer. The only place that I could think of that was the nearest was Amanda’s.

I could pay her a visit tonight.

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Amanda’s P.O.V.

Ugh. Finally home.

I had gone to Hughes’s office right after we left the mansion. He had said the pictures were presentable, meaning we had done a good job. I didn’t want to tell him that about the guys that arrived there. It was better if he didn’t know.

Currently I was sitting on my couch in my pj’s watching the television. It was pouring now, and it was nearly 9 p.m. in the night. I hated thunder. I was scared of it and I always have trouble sleeping at night. Usually I lie awake in my bed and pull the covers over my head. Suddenly I heard a dying engine and then a hard knock on the door. It couldn’t be Kate, she would have called me in advance.