Merry Christmas, everyone.
I don't own any of the characters. They're Janet Evanovich's, unfortunately.
Divided
That's when I looked onto the floor and saw a piece of paper.
Watch out, little Beauty.
Hanging out with the wrong people can bring you BIG trouble.
You will pay for them.
Chapter 11 : Blackness
Wonderful, just my luck.
And there I thought my life would calm down, but NO, lucky me always has to have a little adventure.
I took the card and went back to bed, I sat down locking at it. I had no idea, what to do, now. This would normaly have been the point, where I call Ranger for help.
But this was over now. For good.
I opened my closet and hid the card between my underwear.
I lay down again, but it was a long time before I was drawn back into dreamland.
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I walked into the control room at 8.55 the next morning. I was tired, having only slept about 3 hours and being harassed by nightmares, in which Ranger was a black knight and drove me into a herd of persons, who looked like deatheaters from HP.
It had been horrible.
I sat down in my cubby, mentaly groaning at the sight of the files I had to search and started to work.
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Tanks POVI walked into the conrol room at 10 o'clock. I had been at an early meeting with some business guys and now was happy to be back here. I love the fight and being on the street. I hate this talking shit, where everybody has to be friendly and is doing the nice thing to your front but stabbing you in your back as soon as you turn around. That was Ric's and Paolo's thing. Hopefuly Ric will be back soon.
Remembering my promise I went to Steph's cubby. I stood still and looked at her. She was reading through a file. There were dark shadows under her beautiful, blue eyes and her skin looked even more white than normal. There was a frown between he eyes, looking as if she was having problems to concentrate.
What the fuck was up?
I lightly knocked at the doorframe and she nearly jumped out of her chair. Not good, not good at all since Ric wasn't here.
"Hey Steph, what's up?"
She looked at me and quickly plastered a smile on her face, it still looked fake to me. Not the open I'm-making-the-sun-shine smile she normaly has.
"Nothing Tank, everything is perfect." She reached for a file. "Here is the file you gave me, everything is ready."
I took the file and looked at her expectantly. She just smiled back at me.
"Was there anything else?"
"No, nothing at all."
I went out of her cubby and pulled my cell out.
"Check out if there's any trouble in Stephanie's life, right now."
"Okay. When is the boss coming back?"
"No idea."
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Steph's POVHuh, I have no intention in telling any of these thugs here, what is happening in my life right now. They have no right to know, just so that they can run to their asshole-boss to tellhim and get a pat on the back. "Good boy, now you're going to get a nice bone."
Huh, nice try, but not with me.
I picked the phone up.
"Yo girlfriend, how are you?"
"Yo yourself Lula, what would you thing of going clubbing tonight?"
"YEAH, great idea, wait I'm asking Connie……okay, she's in, too."
"Perfect, lets meet in front of the Orient Palace at 9, okay?"
"Great, see ya."
Wonderful, let the operation find-a-new-hot-guy begin.
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At 9 o'clock I was standing in front of the Orient Palace, wearing a short black skirt and a blue, silky top. Thecolour was the same blue like my eyes. And I was wearing a new pair silver FMPs that were hot, and they weren't soooo high, so I hoped I could dance in them.
By the way the men going into the club reacted, I was looking hot. And the bad thing was…I knew it.
I was still wondering where Lula and Connie were, when a car stopped beside me, a man got out and grabbed me. I saw a fist directed to my face and then…..nothing.
I know I'm mean. No need to tell me. Oh, and see, no eclamation points. Am I good or what?
Review, please! And anyone there, who wants to be my beta?
