44 ✗ it's always the person you least expect

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(It's the moment we've ALL been waiting for AHHHH!)

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(It's the moment we've ALL been waiting for AHHHH!)

(Also, this chapter takes place BEFORE Luca calls Sahar!!)

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Jax asks and he stares up at the building wearily.

"Positive."

"Oh god." I hear him mumble.

When I told Jax that we were going to a mental hospital, he wasn't exactly thrilled.

Frankly, I don't blame him.

I really don't want to be here either but if this place can give us some fucking answers then so be it.

I'm sick of playing Ethan's games and I'm even more sick of losing!

"This shouldn't take long, we just need to find his file," I tell him.

"Yeah, and how do you plan on doing that?" He asks.

"I come up with my best plans on the spot," I say as we walk in.

I immediately spot two younger women sitting at the front desk.

I look at them, then at Jax, then back at them.

And bam! IDEAAAAAAA!

"Remember that charm you had with me the first time we met?" I ask him.

"You mean the charm you hated?"

"Yep."

"What about it?"

"I need you to use it on them," I explain as I point to the 2 women.

"You sure you won't get jealous?" He smirks.

"I don't get jealous."

"You sure? I mean two girls-"

I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down so he's face-to-face with me.

"Those two girls aren't your girlfriend, I am, meaning I already have you," I say and his smirk widens.

"Did I ever tell you how hot you are when you're jealous?"

I send him a tight smile before letting go of his shirt.

"Wish me luck." He says and I roll my eyes.

The dickwad doesn't need luck.

He's naturally charming.

I watch as he walks over to them.

The girls' eyes immediately light up at the sight of him and I fight the urge to laugh.

He sends them one of his signature smiles and begins messing around with one of the pens on the sign-in sheet.

I watch as one of the girls tries to subtly pull her hair out of her ponytail while the other one unbuttons the top button of her blouse.

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