3. Trust no one.

Amanda's POV

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I slide the card and push open the door, quickly getting inside the room where I won't be seen. I take a look around the room, there's a huge bed in the corner, a small TV, a microwave, and a bathroom. It's not too big and not too small. It's not all royal and it's not a dump.

I sigh and throw my bag on the ground before plopping down on the bed. How can anyone rest in those tiny seats when everyone around you is making so much noise? I should have just bought a ticket for the upper class, but now since I'm undercover as a runaway teen I'm not supposed to be able to afford anything. Being wanted is hard, but I know I can't fall asleep yet.

I get up and open my backpack, pouring out everything on my bed. Grabbing a trash bag and stuffing my prison clothes in the bag, I tie it up and throw it out the window and straight into the huge garbage bin.

After getting rid of the clothes I'm left with a pen, makeup bag, a small gun, a pre paid phone, keys, and a roll of money. Opening the closet, I take the dress that's neatly on a hanger and my make up bag in the bathroom to change. I quickly put the dress on and take my braids out. I take my glasses off but keep my green colored contacts on. Just a little mascara and lipstick and...

Ready.

I make sure to put everything back into my backpack and hide it before walking out of the room and locking the door.

It’s time to have some fun!

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It's 3:00 pm

I sip on my tea and quickly scan the place, not completely empty, but it's okay. It won't be long until...

"Would you like a drink?" A deep voice asks as he sits down next to me.

"No thank you." I give him a sweet smile. "I'm waiting for someone."

"Of course, the pretty ones are always taken..." he nods and takes a sip of his beer. He has brown feathery hair hidden behind a beanie, brown eyes and tattoos all over his arms. He looks around eighteen, but I won't judge. Fake IDs really do work out.

"Guess so..." I nod.

"I'm Chris. Chris Bellinger" he stretches his hand out for me to shake. Just as I'm about to say something, I'm interrupted by a good looking thirty-year-old.

"Chloe..." I turn around and face the man. Charles may be thirty, but he has the body of a sexy twenty-year-old. I smile as he kisses my hand. "So great to see you again."

"The pleasure is mine," I smile flirtatiously, "Charles."

"Do you want something to drink?" He takes a seat next to me and His bodyguards stay close.

"A glass of wine is fine." I smile at him.

"Whatever the lady wants." he grins.

"Sir... You have a call..." a tall man hands him a phone. I look away from them, knowing he would have to take it.

"Can't it wait?" Charles tried to wave him off. The bodyguard shakes his head no.

"It's important, something about Mandy." I look down at the cup that was placed in front of me, trying my best to not react. With a sigh, Charles agrees.

"I'll be quick." He leans in and kisses my cheek. I nod and watch him walk away. As soon as he leaves the room, and is followed by his men, I take the phone out and press call.

"Yes?"

"What the hell are you doing?" I spit.

"I'm doing what you said to..."

"I told you to call him before he arrived," I say calmly.

"There was a problem."

"What type of problem?"

"Nothing. It's nothing. I promise I have it under control." he quickly says.

"You better. If there's any more interruptions, your next." I say quietly.

"Okay. I'm sorry about that. It won't happen again."

I end the call and chug the rest of my drink down.

"Calm down there, Chloe." I completely forgot Chris was here.

I give him a small smile.

"Aren't you going to wait for your man?" Chris laughs.

"I-"

"By the way, you do know he is married, right?"

"Divorced awhile ago."

"And he has two kids."

"Yes."

"So you know that he's like some wanted dude, right?"

"I'm sorry, who are you?" I question the teen. "You seem to know so much about him...."

"Well, Chloe, just like you, I want to take down this man." He says.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand," I reply innocently.

"Don't worry, I won't blow your cover. Trust me, you'd do us a big favor."

Trust no one.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I keep my act.

"Right. But how about you give him this before you do what you need to do... I have a lot of money." he slides a small pack to me. I keep my straight and innocent face.

"I don't want your money," I respond.

"What do you want?"

"... Why do you want him?" I ask out of curiosity.

"He has information on Mandy. I need it."

"Why? Are you looking for Mandy?"

"Yes." he nods. "We want to destroy it before it gets in the wrong hands." He tells me.

"Well, I'll see what I can do." I take the small bag and put it in my small purse before I walk out. Idiot doesn't know what Mandy is. More importantly what Mandy is for.

I spot a man hanging up on his phone, surrounded by five men. "Baby, I'm cold," I whine and put my arms around the man.

"Yes, I know." he nods and places his hands on my waist.

"Can we go to your place?" I ask seductively.

"My kids are home and don't leave until tomorrow." he moves his hand down to my butt.

"I don't think I can wait that long." I frown.

"Me neither, how about a hotel?" he smiles.

"Yes please." I return the flirtatious smile and he raps his hand around my body.

"I missed hearing you moan my name," he whispers in my ear. Here goes nothing.

Just as we start to walk down the stairs, gunshots are heard all around. I flinch at the sudden noise but regain my thoughts and look around.

The drivers have been shot, the bodyguards are slowly falling. We quickly run away from the shootings and soon a car pulls up. The driver is very well suited, I assume he is one of the guys so I open the door and enter with Charles.

"Go!" I yell at the driver. He nods and drives, I look back to see if anyone is following us, no one is. No, something is wrong. They should be following us by now, half our men were dead so these guys should be after us. Unless...

I quickly glance at the man driving, I've never seen him before. His gun is different, he isn't wearing his earpiece and he hasn't looked back to even check for cars. I look around my surroundings and everything in the car. This isn't right. Then it hits me.

“You'd do us a favor…”

Great. Just great.