"Think you can take me?" I arched an eyebrow.
"Are you doubting me?" She answered.
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Natalie Perkins, born in London. The FBI is after her for the assassination of fourteen men. All of them brutally murdered one day of the week, all of them left wi...
I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough
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It was around eleven p.m., we were in the market and I had already lost Natalie three times.
She kept wandering off, I have no idea what had her so curious. I found her twice in the candy section and once in the winery, I felt like a parent trying to find her. I was sure she was starting to do it on purpose.
Natalie was extra playful today, but she was moving slower than usual. That was because a certain someone had her dick inside her only twenty four hours ago, I really didn't hold back at all and probably fucking her twice in the same day wasn't exactly a good idea.
She could barely walk without wincing, she looked funny when she moved and I did my best not to laugh only because she scolded me if I did.
We had a small argument before coming here because I wanted to make us a proper dinner. Since she didn't want to eat, her excuse was that she was too tired and going out was dangerous... well, I guess she was enjoying her time in the supermarket more than she was willing to admit.
We were in a small store that was open 24/7 and had all the necessary things. The place was empty given the time and the cashiers kept giving us weird looks, probably because of the amount of time I spent searching for Natalie.
I wasn't a great cook, I had been living on frozen leftovers for the past two years of my life and the only thing I actually knew how to cook was lasagna. Natalie said she'd never tried it before, which was why I saw this as the perfect opportunity.
Plus, I'd get to spend more time with Natalie, like a mini date. Not that I hadn't been spending time with her already, in fact, we had been the closest ever. But, in other circumstances, I would've wanted to ask her out for dinner.
I had been overthinking the idea of leaving the house, I didn't want to risk our lives now that we knew Niall was targeting us, but I knew Natalie was armed and so was I.
Speaking of which, Jackson called me to let me know Niall was missing. He first asked me how I was handling my father's death and I nearly dropped dead right there, I had forgotten about that small detail.
I had to play it off, I told him I was 'emotionally destroyed' and all that shit, and I guess he bought it. There was an awkward silence before he launched the bomb, mostly to ask me if I knew what had happened to him.
Of course I couldn't tell him Niall was the boss of a creepy-ass organization of killers that was currently trying to steal a million-dollar-worth diamond, and that he had been tricking us all along by getting into the FBI as an asset, so I decided to act dumb and get Jackson off my dick as soon as possible.
I'm sure he noticed how weird I was acting though, I really didn't even try to be nice, but my brain was fried with an overload of emotions and I just needed some time to rest my mind.
