Bethany POV

I heard that Ariana got shot a couple weeks ago and people have been blaming me.

It wasn't me that fired the gun, but a guy that I hired to do a hit on her.

He's been on the run ever since and I've been looking for someone else to do the hit for me.

I have a meeting with a guy this afternoon that's willing to do the job for me.

He won't have a problem getting into the States as he's American too.

I found out about him through my manager.

He used to date Jonathan's sister, until she died a couple years ago.

Jonathan stayed in contact with the guy as he had a niece and nephew that lived with him. He doesn't want to lose contact with the kids that his sister had.

I pick up the straw I have in my hand and I put it on powdery stuff that's on the desk.

Snorting the stuff up my nose.

Jonathan walks into the room at that moment and he pulls me by the arm out of the room. "You shouldn't be using that shit! It's going to ruin your already dwindling career."

I shrug. "I don't care. I'll have Evan pay for everything, I need. All I need to do is the kill the woman that's taking me from him."

He shakes me. "Are you blind, Beth. You have me. You don't need him."

I form fists with my hands. "You don't know what I need, Jon. You're a good lay, nothing else."

Jonathan's face turns red and he shoves me against the wall. "Don't piss me off, Beth."

I shove him off me. "I hate you."

"No, you don't." He slams his lips on mine.

Wrapping my legs around him I let him carry me to the bedroom. He throws me on the bed and crawls on top of me. He nibbles on my ear. "Evan's never going to make you feel as good as me."

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At 1:30pm, I climb into the black SUV that's parked in front of my place.

The guy keeps his sunglasses on. He doesn't want me to see his face and he has a Los Angeles Cap on his head. He keeps his eyes on the road. "What can I help you with?"

His voice is hard and it sends shivers down my spine.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea to use this guy. He seems deadly without the hit on someone.

"I want you to kill a woman that's causing problems for me. She took my fiancé from me and everyone believes that she's his fiancé. That should be me with him."

"Do you have a photo?"

"Yes," I pull the photo out of my bag and I place it on the seat between us. "The cheque is on the seat too. I'll pay you half now and half when the jobs done."

"I have to go to the States for a while and track her every movement.

"You have two weeks to to know her movements. I will be in the States for Evan's parents party." I open the car door and step out.

He pulls away from the curb.

I write down the number plate of the car and do some research on the guy that I hired to take care of my problem.

He didn't seem like a good guy and I always trust my instincts.

I know I should trust my manager and the people he knows, but with his brother in law it's a different story."

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Macon's POV

My phone starts to vibrate and I see 'Whitney' flash across my screen.

I answer the call.

Me: Hello, Agent More.

Whitney: Have you made contact with the girl yet.

Me: Not yet. I will be meeting her while my girls are at school.

She laughs.

Everyone at the agency knows that I don't have kids, but I had to insert my life with someone that did.

Whitney: I can't imagine you with kids. I love the backstory.

Me: It's not really a backstory anymore. The woman that I was with died and she left me with full custody of her kids.

Whitney: Does the agency know?

Me: Yeah, that's why they don't use me for dangerous assignments. I have decided to move the girls to States. I'll be there over the weekend.

Whitney: I can't wait to see you and meet the girls. I hope they haven't turned you soft.

As if my kids would turn me soft.

Me: I have to meet the girl now. I will call you after I've met her.

Whitney: Okay, stay safe.

I turn off my phone and stick it in the glove compartment.

The second phone I use I place on the handsfree set that I installed a couple weeks ago.

*Flashback*

A couple weeks ago I was driving the girls to school when my phone went off and I answered it.

During the conversation my hands got sweaty and I dropped my phone on the floor.

I leaned to the side to feel for it and I took my eyes off the road for a second and I nearly drove us through a fence.

I managed to turn the wheel in time and we stopped on the side of the road.

The girls were crying and they told me that they weren't going to get in the car with me again if I didn't buy a handsfree set.

*End Flashback*

In the one that should be setting a good example for my girls.

From that day I promised myself that I wouldn't do anything reckless like that in front of my kids.

I park my car in front of Jonathan's.

Jonathan told me that his girl is in trouble and that she needs help and he thought that I would help him.

I wouldn't put it pass him if he didn't know what Bethany was planning.

They're always cozying up with each other at every chance they could.

He used to be a better person, but since he started to date Bethany he became someone that I don't even recognise.

Ashley would be so dispappointed. She is Jonathan's sister died in a car crash when her youngest daughter Brielle was three.

I quickly put on a Los Angeles cap and sunglasses. Looking outside the window I wait for Bethany.

The car door opens and she climbs in.

My voice is hard when I ask. "What can I help you with?"

"I want you to kill a woman that's causing problems for me."

She hasn't been causing any problems for you. You're the one causing it for them.

"She took my fiancé from me and everyone believes that she's his fiancé. That should be me with him."

"Do you have a photo?"

"Yes," She pulls the photo out of her bag and places it on the seat between us. "The cheque is on the seat too. I'll pay you half now and half when the jobs done."

"I have to go to the States for a while and track her every movement."

"You have two weeks to to know her movements. I will be in the States for Evan's parents party." She opens the car door and steps out.

I pull the car away from the curb and I see her write something in a book.

It's probably my number plate.

At least everything for my fake name is in place and she's only going to find out that I'm a nice guy without a record.

Even if I had a record the agency would have had it wiped.

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