She's nearing being out on the streets and desperate for a job.
They own a bar.
Need I say more?
Note: This is a reverse harem romance, meaning the female protagonist will have multiple love interests.
Started: 28/02/2024
Completed: 24/05/2024
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"Well make her fucking eat!" I yell down the phone at Sean, hanging up soon after he tells me she wants to go out.
I pace the office, running my hands through my hair.
I fucking told her I loved her.
I chose then to tell her something I've been thinking since we arrived in Italy.
The time that Atlas sends her away.
Speaking of the fucking devil, he chooses that moment to walk into the office, looking between the three of us already in here.
I don't let the door shut before I'm pushing past him and out the room, storming away.
I don't want to speak to him.
I don't even want to look at him after sending Hazel away and making her think he didn't want her anymore.
Fucking Theo too.
None of them said anything.
Just let her go.
I find myself heading to the IT room, locking myself in and turning on the five monitors hooked up to my favourite computer.
Pulling up CCTV footage and servers, I scan the videos for any suspicious behaviour from known contacts of Dmitri.
I tap the table impatiently, resisting the weighing urge to grab my phone and call my Angel.
Time slows as I narrow my eyes at the screen, immediately slowing down the footage to a snails pace. I watch as Dmitri walks out of an abandoned building in the countryside, Hunter and Alexei close behind him.
Got you.
Dialling Dawson's number, I call them all down here and wait patiently, analysing the video over and over again.
A short rap on the door pulls me away from the screen and I move away to unlock it, letting them pile into the now cramped room.
They wait for me to say something but I gesture towards the screen, watching as their eyes widen at the paused image of the three musketeers.
"Where is that?" Dawson asks as he moves closer to the screen, bending down slightly until it is eye level.
"About an hour away. Some sort of abandoned warehouse that was condemned for asbestos," I pull up the details of the location on another screen.
"When was this?" Theo asks, his voice low and raspy.
He sounds like he hasn't slept either.
"About two hours ago," I play the full video, letting them see the numberplate of the SUV.
Dawson calls it in to his team, instructing them to find it and tail it.
