WARNING IF YOU'RE A RENEE FAN YOU WON'T LIKE THIS STORY

The red hot rage overtaking my body leaves as I realize I'm twenty-four years old and am without a mate. My shoulders slump down then I let out a whine as I slide down

against the wall. I feel a crippling sadness grip my heart when I realize I may never have anyone I'll care about or

anyone care about me.

I get up feeling like my heart's been ripped out of my chest while sitting on the bed with my head in my hands. My phone rings with a ringtone of a dying banshee. Instantly

all my sadness is replaced with irritation. "What? Renee" I snarl in no mood for this stupid fake blonde alpha and her whoring ways.

"Hi Dean" purrs out Renee trying to sound sexy but only manages to make my skin crawl. "Renee it's Ambrose to you." I say slowly to her wondering if all that bleach has

finally seeped into her brain. She then laughs that horrible high pitched fake laugh that never fails at making my ears ring.

She then says "I'm sorry I forgot but I thought it would be okay since we've been together for a while." I pull the phone away from my ear and look at the phone with

disbelief in my eyes. "This crazy bitch.." I think to myself.

"Renee we've slept with each other twice and I kicked you out from my bed each time when you tried to stay overnight" I tell her growling as I feel my patience starting to

wear thin. She just nervously laughs and continues talking "I heard that you're coming back soon so where do you want to meet up to have some alone time together?"

states Renee coyly.

I just hang up and threw the phone on the bed not wanting to deal with the psychotic bitch. I sit on the edge of the bed sighing mentally exhausted. A minute later the

ringtone of a banshee screaming starts again. I growl irritated then I grab the phone and hang up on her. Five minutes later a I receive a text the name annoying dog pops

up on my phone.

"Usual meeting place more information will be given once you've arrived." I push my irritation down and text back "Affirmative." I start calculating how long it will take me

to get to Quantico as I look at the clock seeing it's 1900 hours then I text "Arrival time will at 1300 hours."

I turn off my phone after waiting for three minutes for another text. I plug in my charger to a wall outlet and start charging my phone. I pick up my duffel bag from the bed

and unzip it. I push all my clothes to the left and open a flap hidden on side of the bag. I unzip the zipper under the flap and take out my M45c.

I check the magazine to make sure the ten rounds of ACP ammunition are there. I set it to safety as I check that the blinds are down and the door is locked. I walk to the

nightstand and set the small digital clock on the nightstand for 0500 hours. I put my gun under my left pillow then I walk to my duffel bag and zip up the zipper under the

flap. I push the flap back to the side so it's hidden again and then put my clothes back to their original places.

I pick up my duffel bag and put it on the floor right next to my bed then I get under the covers. I reach above my digital clock on the nightstand and flip off the light-switch

as the lights flicker off I find myself lying in the bed my body tense as I find myself instinctively listening for any movement outside.

I start to slow down my breathing trying to calm myself down in order to get some sleep for the job tomorrow. I feel my body relax a little bit but my mind is still scoping

out the room for escape routes. I look at the clock and see it's twenty hundred hours. "Fuck" I curse out irritated at my own paranoia then I start to think "It is my paranoia

that's gotten me out of a lot of situations though."

I look at the clock again and see it's two hundred and thirty hours. "It doesn't seem to help when I'm trying to sleep" I think to myself growling annoyed again. I put my

right forearm over my eyes and start to zero in my hearing on the leaky faucet that's dripping trying to cut myself off from the other sounds.

I start to fall half asleep my mind still half alert but half asleep. I let out a small sigh knowing that's how good it's going to get due to my seal training but I feel my body

starts to relax even more than before.