“The guy’s name is Lee Golding. He owns the club that he set on fire last night, making him suspect number 1 for the role of the drug lord.” Chris explained as I read through the file in front of me.

Chris, to my surprise, had woke up early this morning and run the guys picture through the system already, and about 5 minutes later we had every possible detail you could think of about him. I could sit here and tell you about the birthmark on the top of his knee in detail if you asked me to.

I was thankful when Chris handed me the file over breakfast this morning. Last night with Drake had helped take my mind off things, but as soon as it was over I was back to thinking. Jace was still asleep as I had not seen him all morning. Me and Chris were discussing the case on the kitchen table while Drake and Connor were in the living room watching ‘the fresh prince of bel air’ and singing along to the theme tune.

“...I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said ‘you’re moving with your auntie and uncle in bel air...’” They both sang in unison, making their voices high pitched and popping their shoulders in rhythm with the beat. I rolled my eyes as I watched them.

How they are some of the deadliest men in England right now, I will never know.

My eyes scanned through the files in front of me, something not quite clicking in my head about the information.

“What?” Chris asked, noticing the look of apprehension on my face.

“It just doesn’t add up.” I replied, shaking my head slightly. I looked up at a confused Chris “The files say that Lee Golding purchased the club he set on fire last night 2 weeks ago. The drug lord has been running his business for over a month now, and there have been reports of drug dealing in the club before Lee Golding owned it.”

Chris thought this through for a minute, slowly coming to the same conclusion as I was “So you’re saying the dealers were already using the club as a sort of refuge before Lee Golding brought it?”

I nodded “Yeah, which means that whoever owned the club before Lee did is probably in on this whole drug lord business as well, and I have a feeling the previous owner was the one running the show.”

Chris took the file from me and skipped a few pages “There was no name for the previous owner. Looks like whoever sold the club covered their tracks well.”

“And why would they cover them well unless they had something to hide?”

Chris looked deep in thought, before a slight bit of irritation went through his face “You do know if you are right about this that means that Lee Golding is not the drug lord but just an accomplice to this whole thing. Putting us straight back to square one.”

I sighed “I know. I think whoever owned the club before sold to Lee because someone was on to them, so by selling it covered his tracks but it also kept the club at his disposal because Lee was someone he was working with. The dealers could gather there even after the real drug lord was no longer the owner. Lee is now the official documented owner of the club, meaning the real drug lord has nothing to worry about if the club gets raided and the police find the dozen or so dealers and bags of illegal substances scattered about the place.”

“Smart man.” Chris commented dryly. “So today we are covering groundwork on Lee Golding, as well as trying to find the previous owner of the club.”

“Yup.” I popped the p “I’m thinking steak out and surveillance on Lee Golding, and while I’m doing that you can try and dig up the name of the real drug lord. You were always better with the computer shit.”

Chris grinned proudly “For a trained assassin, your computer skills are quite shocking. You should be able to hack into government files Faith.”

I heard a scoff from the sofa “Faith has trouble tagging photos on facebook.” Connor comments over his shoulder, never taking his eyes off the television screen.

“Fuck you both, I’m not that bad!” I defend. I really was not that bad with computers, I just wasn’t as good as the rest of them. And they never let me forget it.

“Of course you’re not...” Chris replied, trying to hold back his laughter “...now why don’t you put that on twitter while I go and do the real computer work darling’.”

I furred my brows in confusion “What the hell is twitter?”

All of the guys burst out laughing, and to my annoyance no one answered my question.

Chris pushed himself off the table “Morning mate.” He nodded at the door through his laughter.

My head snapped behind me to the kitchen door, and my stomach dropped as I saw Jace stood in the door frame. Now, normally my stomach would do this weird flip thing when I saw him because of how hot he looked, or I would have the sudden urge to pounce on him and wrap my limbs around him.

This morning however, my stomach dropped because of the coldness of his eyes. Normally he would be playful and annoying, the Jace everyone knew and loved. Right now, his jaw was clenching and his eyes were so icy it made me shiver.

“Morning’.” He greeted back, his tone trying to be friendly but coming out cold, like the rest of him right now.

What the hell had him like this first thing in the morning? I was expecting to have to deal with his probing questions about last night to see where this was going between us, him asking me how I felt about him and talking about the past. I was wishing all morning that he would not bring any of that up, or the fact I had slept in his arms last night after opening up to him.

Turns out my wish had come true.

Only now that it had, I don’t know if it was relief of disappointment I felt.

“Dude you need to watch this, this guy is my role model!” Connor called over to Jace, pointing at the TV and referring to Will Smith who was currently staring at the camera with a mischievous look on his face after a girl has just made a move on him.

Jace laughed slightly, but even I could tell it was not his easy going laugh “How many times have you seen that episode already?”

“It doesn’t matter, this show is a classic.” Drake replied this time, and I notice Jace’s posture go a little stiffer “I bet you even the Queen watches this in her spare time, but she tells no one. It’s her dirty little secret, the royal minx.”

Connor and Chris laugh at how dedicated to his statement Drake was, and even I let a small amused smile appear on my lips. Jace however has no reaction of the sort, and just stared at the back of Drakes head coldly before his eyes glance in my direction.

“Probably. Everyone has their dirty little secrets don’t they.” Jace responded, his smile twisted on his lips and for some reason I flinched at how his words sounded.

Chris furs his brows as he too spots Jace’s tone. Drake and Connor were too busy paying attention to the screen that they were oblivious.

“Anyway Jace, you better get ready for a stake out cos you and Faith are following the guy from the club last night.” Chris pipes in cutting through the tense silence around us. By now I was used to Jace tagging along so I would not have protested knowing he would be at my side all day, but considering everything that happened last night and the fact he had obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning it made it less appealing to be with him all day.

“Joy.” Jace mumbled, and I raised my brows in annoyance at his tone.

He was making it sound like I was the burden, when in fact I was assigned to fucking babysit him!

“Anyway, you crazy kids have fun. I don’t know how long I’ll be but I’ll ring you if I find anything.” Chris smiles broadly, before dumping his coffee cup in the sink and walking past me with a look on his face that basically said ‘good fucking luck.’

So, off I went to stake out the possible drug lord or an accomplice to this whole scheme with the boy who seems to be pissed at me for no apparent reason.

This should be fun.

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“Are you going to eat that?” I asked Jace, pointing at the fries on his lap that he had barely touched.

Without even looking at me, he picked up the packet of fries and handed them to me. I gritted my teeth in annoyance as his silence was really starting to piss me off. I wanted him to be the annoying jerk that I was used to; this silent broody angry type really was not fun to be with especially when you are locked in a car.

We were currently in the black car parked outside the building that we knew Lee Golding worked during the day. The building was 3 floors and from the outside looked like a normal upstanding car garage. The bottom floor had clear glass surrounding it and was obviously the showroom which was pimped out with some shiny expensive cars that would explain why Lee Golding could afford a Rolex to people who were unaware of the extracurricular activities he did which got him so much money.

People would have no reason to suspect where his ridiculous amount of money was coming from, because the owner of this car garage would be rolling in it. We were parked a little while down the street, so we could keep an eye on who walked in and out of the garage without being so obvious that they would spot us form a mile off. We had seen Lee Golding work his charm on a few customers already through the glass doors, but nothing out of the ordinary happened. It just looked like a salesman dazzling customers to buy overpriced cars.

We had been sat here about an hour and it had just gone 3pm. And Jace had not spoken a word. I mean apart from when he asked what my order was at the burger place, he had not said a word. Even the food he barely touched, which was bizarre considering I had known him for many years and he could probably devour a large horse if he put his mind to it. I felt obliged to eat his untouched food for him. I mean, waste not want not right?

He leaned back in the driver’s side, his hand rested on the wheel as his thumb beat against it rhythmically. Considering that was the only noise going around the car right now it grew annoying extremely quickly.

“Can you stop that?” I asked finally, irritation clear in my voice. The corner of his mouth tugged up as he stopped and I sighed in relief and turned my attention back to my fries.

Thump thump.

My glare snapped to him immediately as he beat him thumbs against the wheel again, a mocking smile on his lips as he stared directly at me.

“Did you not hear me when I said stop?”

The mocking smile turned twisted “Well if you can ignore the obvious, then why can’t I?”

I furred my brows in confusion “What?”

He focused his eyes out of his window again, his jaw muscles flexing noticeably “Nothing.”

My teeth gritted together as the anger built inside of me, and before I could think rationally about my next action I did the first thing I thought of as the anger spilled over.

I threw a handful of fries at his face.

Nice move, trained killer, nice move.

His whole body freezes, which makes the drumming of his thumbs on the wheel stop also which I guess is a bonus. He slowly turns his head so his eyes are on me, his mouth slightly ajar in disbelief at what I just did as he looked from left to right still not believing I just threw food at him.

“Did that really just happen?” he asked aloud. His gaze met my angry one “Mature Faith. Now why don’t you hand me the left over cheeseburger and we can let this food fight commence.”

He leaned forward and bushed off the fries that were on his T-shirt and shoulder, before getting comfortable again and staring ahead, ignoring me once again.

I threw another handful of fries at his face.

His eyes closed as he took a deep breath calming himself down. I watched as he raised his hand, completely calm, and picked up one of the fries on his chest. He lifted it and put it in his mouth, chewing away.

“If you’re going to throw food at me, I may as well make the most of it.” He grumbled to himself.

“What the hell is your problem?” I finally snapped, his harsh tone beginning to get on my very last nerve.

“What’s wrong with me?” he yelled with a humourless laugh “You’re the one throwing fries at my face!”

“That’s cos you’re acting moodier than a woman who’s riding the crimson wave!”

He was silent, rolling his tongue over the top of his teeth which showed me just how annoyed he was. I sighed in frustration and held myself back from throwing the cup of coke at his face this time.

“You know if I had to pick one of them, I really thought it would have been Chris.” He finally speaks, and my stomach jolts nervously.

“What?”

His eyes turn to me, the look he was giving me told me he knew something “Chris. I thought if you had to fuck one of them, it would have been him.”

My breath catches in my throat. He can’t know...

“Drake honestly never crossed my mind.”

Okay, he may know.

I swallow hard as I try and find words. No one was ever meant to find out about me and Drake because it never meant anything. Especially not Jace.

“How do you know?” my voice comes out low.

The flash of disgust in his eyes is obvious “Woke up last night, alone by the way, and went for a leak. Let’s just say you need to keep your voices down.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath at my mistake. I can’t figure out anything to say to him right now, and I don’t know why but I felt guilty. I had no reason to, but I honestly did.

His humourless laugh breaks the silence again “Still shocked it wasn’t Chris.”

“Chris is like my brother. I would never go there with him.” I inform him, not being able to look at his clearly hurt expression.

“So Chris is a no, what about Connor you banged him yet?” he asked coldly, and my eyes snap to him as fury sweeps over me.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a slut Dixon, out of the two of us you fill that position.”

He scoffs “From what I saw last night looks like you were living up to the position extremely well. And probably other positions.”

I grit my teeth as I ball my fists “I have never slept with Chris or Connor. It was only Drake. It’s a no strings attached deal we have had going for years, and it means nothing because he is one of my best friends. One of my only friends.” I explain through gritted teeth “You should know all about no strings attached and when sex means nothing Jace.”

He freezes at my spiteful comment “You walked out of my bed last night to go and screw someone else Faith.”

“Yeah and you would walk out of my bed all the time to go and screw someone else Jace.” I retort “Don’t forget about our little arrangement. Sex with no strings attached while you played happy couples with that whore of a girlfriend of yours.”

“That was different!” he defended.

“How the hell was that different?”

He hesitated, thinking it through and I could tell I had him there “We were young and stupid.”

“No, we were young, you were the only stupid one.” I bark at him.

“So is this what it’s about then? Walking away from me to spite me for something that happened 3 years ago?!”

“You arrogant asshole!” I scream at him “Me and Drake had this thing going before you even stormed back into my life, this has nothing to do with you!”

His gaze bore into mine as he stared and did that thing where I felt like he was searching into the very depth of my soul “So you going to Drake last night had nothing to do with me?”

My words caught in my throat as I realised he had me. The exact reason I went to Drake last night was because of Jace, I wanted to forget about Jace. It didn’t work, and apparently my little fumble last night was more trouble than it was worth.

I couldn’t argue back to that comment, so I changed the subject. “You have no right to get jealous about anything I do Dixon.”

“I do when it made me physically sick seeing you with someone else!” he screams back, punching the steering wheel aggressively.

I stare at him as he breaths violently from his outburst. My stare is cold as I look at him.

“You should have thought about that before you watched me walk away from you 3 years ago.” My tone was emotionless, and I saw his expression drop. I could see the guilt flash through his eyes as my words had the effect I wanted them to.

He calms down, his breathing becoming steadier as he turns his head to look at me. His eyes were no longer blazing from the anger. He still looked pissed, but rational.

He opened his mouth to say something, moving his body forward as I stare at him motionless.

Before the words escape his mouth, the sound of glass shattering fills my ears and as a reflex I duck my head down shielding myself from the shower of glass. I feel my skin cut as some of it makes contact, but from the little pain I felt I knew the glass had not done that much damage.

“Faith!” Jace yells as he throws his arms out to pull me towards him. I felt a hand grabbing at my hair and pulling violently. Jace’s grip was working at keeping me in the car, which was until another guy came around to his side, opening the door and sending a punch to the back of his head.

With Jace’s hold no longer holding me in the car, I was yanked through the smashed car window and pulled through, screaming in pain as a shard of glass scraped the top of my thigh on my way out. Considering I was wearing denim shorts with my legs bare it was extremely painful. When I was almost all the way out of the car, I placed the bottom of my feet on the edge of the car roof and pushed back forcefully, knocking the guy behind me off balance so he went tumbling on his back, with me on top of him.

I could feel the blood trickling down my leg, but I put the pain to the back of my head as I pried the guy’s hands out of my hair, reaching behind me to grip onto his head. With one quick movement I raised my upper body off the ground, lifting him with me, before smashing backwards and causing the guys head to crack onto the concrete.

Well, it was safe to say we had been made.

My eyes shoot up to see Jace and some other guy brawling on the other side of the car. My immediate instinct is to go over there and help him, and I was about to do just that when I spotted 2 more guys coming my way. I saw Jace throw some hard right hooks in the guys face, and I decided he would be fine coping with that one target solo. He was surprisingly impressive as I stared at him beating 7 shades of shit into the dude.

I turned to stare at the 2 burly guys walking my way, glancing down at my outfit and cursing slightly.

I was wearing denim shorts, a white tank top and white plimsolls.

Why in the name of the lord do I never learn my lesson?

When your day job is murdering people, do not wear white.



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A/N wrote out the next chapter this morning and i got abit carried away with the action, so next chapter will be action packed as well as hopefully funnier than this one because lets face it, the argument between the two of them had to happen sooner or later :L i cant help it, i love arguing its so damn entertaining :L anyway, let me know what you think and thank you for reading my dears :)

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