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|31| 𝒮𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎

I've been looking for her.

Technically for months but I'm talking
about the past thirty minutes,
I stopped watching her for a few seconds
and when I looked back she disappeared.

Louis was supposed to look for her but
he walked past me, cursing
under his breath and smoking a blunt.

I didn't expect him to be that helpful,
and apparently, none of my men are
good enough to find one woman,

I need to replace all of them.

Gabriel keeps following me around,
acting like we don't hate each other,
which couldn't be any more inaccurate.

All of the rooms are too loud, it's giving
me a headache, not only that but Xavier
keeps telling me to talk to every person
in this mansion; it's good for
business but it isn't my main priority.

One of the men who's the boss of
"something" keeps talking, he really
won't shut up, it's got to the point
where all of us are just nodding and
starting at him, occasionally agreeing.

Someone walks by, laughing with
another person, I subtly turn my head
to see who it is, and it's one of the
biggest pains in my ass. "Stephen," I say,
keeping annoyance out of my voice.

He slowly turns around and fakes
a smile, narrowing his eyes "Petrov,"

I walk out of the group, ignoring
Xavier's glare; he hates
being along with them, even though everyone else loves him because
he listens to everything they say;

I don't, it's usually pointless.

The second we're by ourselves I speak,
not giving him the chance to taunt me.

"Where is she?" I ask, pulling my gun
out of my suit; his eyes turn into
big circles and he looks at me like I'm
insane, I don't mind, it's comforting.

It makes me feel like myself.

He sticks to the same fake smile, even
when he's conversing "Who?" I give
him a look, making him look at the gun

"Supposedly she's dead, we both were
at the funeral," Gabriel told me they
walked off together, he could be making
an effort to deceive me but I might as
well check it out. "You saw her," I tell him

"I need to know where she went,"
he rolls his eyes and looks me up
and down in disgust,
that's probably how I look at him.

"What do you have that I don't?"

I look at him for a few seconds, he can't
be serious, I do my best not to laugh.

"Well, I have a better haircut,
my clothes are better, I'm a
few inches taller than you, and
I have a gun in my hand" I pause