i do not support ella in any way. this book is a comfort book for a lot of people and some people haven't finished yet.
"A killer who is afraid of guns and another who is afraid of the dark, huh? Quite the team."
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Cleo knows wha...
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Fuck.
My life honestly couldn't get more complicated and this was the first time I was honestly regretting my choice of work. I struggled to get where I am and now look at me...
Everything went wrong. literally everything.
I was pacing back and forth in my apartment, remembering what happened when Cleo and Harry decided to break in, assuming I was behind that godforsaken list. If only I knew how important and deadly that list would be. It was the reason I was in a lot of trouble now.
Anne should've warned me sooner, she fucked up just as much as her son.
When she called me telling me that she was back in New York City, I nearly had a stroke. That wasn't our deal at all, she was under our protection because of the important information she knew and she was a dead woman. she shouldn't be walking around in the same city as all of her enemies lived. Well. not all of her enemies lived anymore.
Because Cleo and Harry had killed Desmond and Catherine. Along with a whole lot of people in that masquerade, even before the place caught on fire.
I followed the trail of corpses and it led me to them... and there was nothing I could do to help anymore, especially now that they simply ran away.
I had just gotten back to my place and I called the one person who could actually know about Cleo and Harry's whereabouts, and Zayn was on his way even though it was way too late to call him. I didn't explain much over the phone, but he didn't hesitate to come over.
This killed me inside because the biggest mistake I had made with this job was thinking I was strong enough to keep things professional with him. We fell in love, we really did... he knew me, even though he thought he didn't. And I knew he wanted to hate me right now, as much as he loved me.
I only lied to him about my job and what I was doing, but the countless conversations we had, the time we spent together, and the little moments when we planned a possible future, they were all true.
But I fucked up.
And I wasn't ready to tell him that I was pregnant.
I found out yesterday after a week of feeling nauseous, and I noticed my period was also late. Being so focused on work and feeling so fucking stressed kept me distracted enough and I only realized something was wrong a little too late.
So I bought a damn pregnancy test after nearly having a panic attack, and it came out positive. I hadn't even gone to a doctor, I was too fucking scared. Zayn was the father, there was no doubt on that.. a fucking FBI agent carrying the child of a drug dealer she was supposed to use for information.
What a fucking mess.
My life had turned upside down when I accepted this case six years ago, and I clearly underestimated how fucking complicated things could get. This was my first serious operation and one of the most important, not only because of Desmond and Catherine.
They were working along with dangerous traffickers all over the world and this was a very good chance to infiltrate and break them from the inside, but this kind of thing took years.
