I woke up in this lovely bed, with warm covers and the beautiful foreign sun embracing my skin. However, this bed is empty. Again.

The man I'm supposed to share this bed with is up and gone. Tending to the things that he says I can't know. I roll over to look at the clock.

5:17

I was awake when he left. When he ever so quietly rolled out of bed and gave me a kiss on the forehead. I don't know what compelled me to pretend to sleep. I think it's the small annoyance that keeps prodding at my heart. I have this bad feeling and I don't know what it's referring to.

Tiptoeing from the bed, I peek out of the hotel room door. The guards, if they're even here, weren't posted at the door. Quietly I make my way to Angel's door. She's now officially my adventure buddy.

I knock, "Angel?"

After a few seconds of silence, I hear shuffling.

"Rose? Come in," Angel pulls me inside. "Are the guards not outside?"

"No, I haven't seen any of them since yesterday," I sit on one of the couches.

"What the fuck?" She mumbles to herself.

Damn right

Since I've been with Cole, I've always had a guard when he wasn't around. Not that I liked having them. The constant surveillance gets old very fast. It's just that them not being around it suspicious. Elijah would've made sure to double it after we snuck out yesterday.

"Somethings going on," I state, "Did Elijah tell you anything last night?"

Angel shakes her head, "Nothing."

I feel like a secret agent right now. Not a very good one though because even if I wanted to follow the boys I wouldn't even know how to start. The mafia world is so large and complex. There's no way in hell I could pinpoint a string to pull.

"Wait!" Angel blurts, "He went off on a rant last night about the meeting. He let it slip that it didn't go well. He said something about how hostile the meeting got and them cutting it off early,"

I blink, "So what's that mean?"

"It means that they have to go back and have another meeting,"

"So you think that's where they are?" I pause, "Did he tell you where it's being held?"

***

After Angel mooched a french man out of his car, we figured out that neither of us actually know how to drive in France. As well as knowing where we're trying to go but not knowing how to get there.

We quickly realized that the speed limits are kilometers per hour.

Not miles per hour

Considering the number of guns we have in this stolen car. The talk with the french police officer could have gone very differently. Angel's seduction skills got us away with just giving the officer a fake address so he can mail the ticket to us. He only gave us a ticket for going a hundred and ten in a sixty-eight zone.

Such a nice guy

"Where the hell are we going?" I ask as we slow roll through an abandoned parking lot.

"Elijah gave me an address before we got on the plane. He said that it was in case of an emergency," Angel answers solemnly.

She stops the car in front of a very large building. The bottom windows were beaten out and the seemed to be missing.

"Get down!" I hissed, "Look!"

Light bounces off the walls from inside the building. Light equals flashlights, flashlights equal guards.

"We still don't even know if they're here for sure," I add.

Angel gets the weapons from the back, lacing them to her body.

"Rack up, then follow me," She commands, "I'm going to try and find a back entrance and then we'll just follow the voices,"

"And if there is no back entrance?"

"Then we'll go through the front, darling."

There was a back door but it was bolted. We tried to see if we could crawl through any of the windows but the glass pieces were all over the place. The front door was the last option.

That's okay, though, I haven't played with my gun in a while.

"Ready?" Angel asks, crouched by the side of the door.

"Ready."

We walk slowly into the building. Following the twisty, dark hallways. We manage to reach the stairs without passing any of the ground level guards.

"I say if there's no basement, then they're on the top-level," Angel comments as we make it up the stairs. I nod in agreement ready to clear the next level.

"Motion sensors went off at the front door, go check if it's those damn cats again."

Voices can be heard from behind the large door. I roll my eyes, motioning for Angel to get on the other side of the door. I decide not to use my gun so I don't alarm anybody else in the building. The moment this man is down we need to pick up the pace. They're going to expect him to be back soon, and when he's not, they're going to get suspicious.

Once the door swings open, Angel hits him across the face. He stumbles onto me and I place him in a chokehold as Angel closes the door.

"Where are they?" I hiss into the man's ear.

"Fuck off." He chokes out.

They're here

I take the knife out of my shoe and stab him in the chest. Making it a point to keep my hand over his mouth. I gesture my head to the door. Angel nods and we continue.

"L1, Haynes is coming to check out the sensor." A voice speaks around the corner.

L1? Level one?

"Do you have a silencer?" I whisper. Angel shakes her head.

"Haynes hasn't come down."

The radio's sound bounces off the walls. I take out my gun. The chances of the top-level hearing is very low at this point.

"Copy." The man's footsteps become closer to where we are.

Before we can make it all the way around the corner I shoot the man in the foot. This causes him to yelp and fall to the ground. I finish him off with a bullet to the head.

Angel was choking some man that came running once he heard the gunshot. I shoot him in the knee to weaken his restraint. Once both men were handled, I didn't hear any more footsteps. Three on each level, it seems.

"How many levels do you think?" I ask as we make sure the rest of the second level is clear.

"4, That's what it looks like from outside."

We make it through level three with mild issues. I was correct when I assumed there were three men on each level. The guards make it easy when they run towards bullet sounds. Once they're all in one group they're easier to take care of.

The building's thick concrete walls seem to hold in the sound very well. When we got to the top-level there seemed to be no awareness of what was going on downstairs.

The top-level's door was different from the others. This door was metal and had no handle. If we wanted to get in, we were going to have to get them to open it from the inside.

"I have a plan," I state, moving aside from the door.

"What?"

I move to crouch down with Angel in a dark corner. "I'm going to let off a few rounds. When they hear the gunshots they'll most likely send at least one guard through the door,"

"When he opens the door, you grab him and I'll make sure the door stays open,"

"Okay," She breathes, "Rose?"

"Yeah?"

She pauses, "Let's kick some ass."

I smile, letting four rounds off. Like I predicted, with quick shuffles behind the metal door, a man rushes out. I run to hold the door and Angel shoots the man. It was a quick transition, but it damn sure was an awesome one.

Angel's such a badass - I love it.

This whole level was cleared of all walls. The dim lighting gave this place even more of a creepy vibe. Through the lighting, I could still see the two figures we were looking for.

"Rose?" Elijah sputters in disbelief.

Both him and Cole were zip-tied to a pole in the middle of the room. As I looked harder into the room, it was in shambles. The meeting table was thrown to the ground. I would compare the scene to a battlefield.

"Where are the others?"

As much as I would love to hug both of them and make sure they're okay. I know better than to think that there was only one guard in here.

"Princesa-"

(Princess)

Cole is cut off by a familiar condescending voice.

"Hello, Lorena Vargas."

Damn, my government name?

Cazadores stands with a gun to Raphael Milieu's head. I quickly recognized the man from dinner eight nights ago. He's a leader, I just forget which one he leads. There's so fucking many of them.

"Is that what you've been hiding? That he was back?" I raise my brows at Cole.

"By the way, how does your chin feel? Last time I saw you it didn't look too good," My snarky comment makes his jaw tick.

"I underestimated you," Cazadores ignores my comment, "I could've really used a female like you,"

I roll my eyes, "Last time, I let you go, this time you will die."

I pull the trigger on my gun.

Nothing

I'm out. I'm out of bullets and I didn't bring another magazine. I look over at Angel, she shakes her head. In pure instinct, I chuck the gun at his head. My eyes dance around for anything else.

Angel throws her knife towards me and I catch it. When I try to throw the knife at Cazadores it misses by half a centimeter. The wound it gave was barely a papercut. The yelling of Cole and Elijah only adds to the chaos.

"Enough!" He yells, shifting the gun from Milieu to me.

"I will no longer play your games,"

"Cazadores, for even thinking about harming her I will have your head on a stake," Cole seethes from the floor, yanking at his wrist erratically.

I thank my past self for acting on my gut feeling. Lord knows I'd rather it be me who was in front of the gun instead of him. I won't even allow myself to think of how I'd react it Cole was the one that got shot.

When and if I die tonight. I will forever be thankful for Cole. These last few months have truly been the happiest of my life. If given the choice, I'd change nothing.

"See you in hell, Love."

The loud noise rings through my ears. My body was on the ground but the pain wasn't in my chest, it was in my ass. The warm liquid quickly filling my clothes was blood, but not my own. I open my eyes.

My mouth dries

My heart slows

My head starts to pound