Their Secret Little Assassin

Chapter Sixty Nine

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"Igor I have your number two's head on my desk. Now do you wanna tell me why in the hell do I have to do fucking everything around here?" I huff.

"You're in assassin mode. I need normal Belle back," he tells me.

"Go straight to hell," I say as I hang up.

I zip the cooler bag back up and put it back in the box.

Normally it wouldn't bother me, but I knew him. He was so nice to me and acted like a big brother before I knew I had any.

I quickly went to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet.

After I threw up I brushed my teeth and washed my hands.

I picked up the box in my hand and swung my door open.

This isn't Blanchet's doing, Blanchet wouldn't think that I'm dumb enough to go back home.

This isn't the Spanish mafia...

Who the hell sent me this?

I kept the letter in my back pocket and exited my room.

Everyone was outside of my room, so I brushed passed them.

"Belle?" Dad asked.

"I need a lawyer," I tell him as I continue walking downstairs.

He follows behind me as does everyone else.

"Get away," I tell them.

Elmo placed a hand on my shoulder as we were on the stairs which caused me to flinch.

The box fell down the stairs and I stumbled over the railing.

I ended up not being hurt, so I quickly got up, grabbed the box and put the cooler bag back in it.

"Holy shit. Belle are you okay?" Austin asked me.

"I'm fine," I tell him.

I picked up the box and continued to the garage.

I looked for my car, but of course it's not here.

I grabbed my skateboard instead and opened the garage door.

"Where are you going?" Gino asked me.

"I have to take care of things," I tell him.

"Did you want to barrow my car?" He offers.

I think about it for a second and nod a 'yes.'

He tossed me the keys and I got into his car.

I shut off the radio and drove in silence to my warehouse office thing.

Who the hell did this?

I parked at the office and handed the head off to one of my workers to get rid of it, then I went to the park.

I parked Gino's car and went to the closet picnic table.

I sat there with my head on the table and just thought and took in the personal time that I am getting.

After about 10 minutes my phone went off. I opened it and it was Dad.

Dad: Where are you?

Dad: Are you okay?

Me: park

Me: I'm fine

Dad: you're not fine, but let's not get into it

Dad: I got you a lawyer

Me: alright

Dad: Kiddo, please talk to me, I know I haven't been the best father at all and I haven't been there for you, but I'm here for you now