Lost Stars

“If you want to know, you might wanna sit down then.”
I didn’t question.
Once seated on the couch, he opened his mouth, “I murdered a man.”
I choked.

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18. CHAPTER 18

Diana’s

Private jets.

No wonder everyone wants to be rich.

 

Harry’s

The flight from LA to Miami was a long one with thousands of calls from all police forces like the LAPD, CBI, and all other departments with weird abbreviations. Diana handled them all, tracking down a plan dot by dot to catch Connor. When she finally caught a moment of peace she said, “I need a machete to slay that retard.”

I smiled. “I’ll arrange for that.”

And as soon as we landed, I saw more guns than bugs on the ground.  Hundreds of police officials were stationed as far as my eyes could see. “Connor’s men could be anywhere and up to anything,” Diana explained.

I fixed my fingers into her’s, gently giving them a possessive press.

That’s when I realized.

They were trying to save me. And I her.

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