He's Gone *Lams*

*Prologue*

Alexander Hamilton had the perfect life.

He had amazing friend, a beautiful boyfriend and a kick ass job.

He had everything he had ever wanted in life. And things kept getting better by the day.

Alexander's boyfriend was a beautiful man named John, and John was Alexander's everything. John worked in the tech department In the place where Alexander worked.

I should mention a tiny detail here, Alexander worked as a secret agent. Like the ones you see in movies where there is a big heist where people almost die.

Alexander met John when he was made do some research for a case he was working on. He fell in love with John easily.

John knows almost everything there is to know about anything. Especially about the American revolutionaries, the secret agent company Alex and john worked at.

John had amazing test results from his SAT's and had a great college degree in computer technology. Before Alex got to know him, he assumed John was just another boring nerd who was only interested in computers.

Boy was he wrong.

John never really went out on missions, but he did when he started dating Alex. John was never meant to get tangled up, but when Alex let it slip that John held all the information needed to take over the american revolutionaries, he opened john up to a world of trouble.

But what happened then is unimportant. (A.n= will be addressed in the next book, which is a prequel) Alex and John survived the past year, though not without injury.

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lex and John lived together, in a private location, to stop more attacks.
The first time Alex saw john fight, he was stunned, he never knew the tech guy could be so good at fighting.

Alex always said that he would do anything to protect John, and he would not let anything happen to him, no matter how many times John told Alex to shut up with all the sappy bullshit.

But there are some things you can't protect people from.

Like when a group of dickheads break into your house when you are not home and kidnap your boyfriend for information.

(A.n- sorry for the short proluge)