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HAZEL

"Are you okay?" I asked Justin, passing him the cigarette after inhaling it.

"That fucker was lying all along." He chuckled.

"At least he's alive and safe." I muttered under my breath, taking the cigarette back from him.

"I know."

"Let's not talk about him, shall we?" I passed him a weak smile to which he nodded.

"I'm going back to the club; I need a fucking good sex." He sighed.

"Count me in." I smirked.

As we reached the club, both me and Justin went on your separate ways.

But cheers to my bad luck, I didn't find any man who's seems worth spending my night with and when I saw Justin, that bastard was freaking surrounded by women.

I tiled my head.

I went to him and grabbed his wrist. "Sweetheart, you're randomly flirting with other women when your girlfriend is having a hard time." I faked a frown.

He gave me cringe look but walked with me to the bar.

"This is not fair dude. It's not my fault that you can't find a guy." He whined.

"Instead of sex, let's drink after all we both are going to get suspended tomorrow for what we did." I laughed.

"We freaking punched the billionaire in front of everyone. And dude you even pointed gun at him." He laughed back.

We both started drinking and talked about random things; anything except the fact that we saw Atlas Barrette after ten fucking years and he's a fucking billionaire.

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Parking my car, I let out a loud groan. This headache will kill me, I swear I'm not going to drink ever again.

Pressing my fingers over my forehead, I walked to the headquarter knowing exactly what's coming next. To my not so surprise, I found Justin pacing restlessly outside, off course once in awhile pressing his forehead.

I ran to him. "Hangover's bitch, huh?" I laughed.

He screwed his face in my direction and his expression told me that he's in no mood to laugh. I pressed my lips into thin line and patted his shoulders. "Don't worry. Let's face this together."

"Easy for you to say. We both know that if we're suspended, we'll be beggars."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't exaggerate."

We both reluctantly walked inside and every pair of eyes snapped in our direction.

Wow! That's exactly what I needed right now.

"Chief's calling you guys to his cabin."

We entered his cabin and to my shock, I didn't see a look of him being displeased plastered across his face.

"We're sorry. I promise it won't ever happen again." Justin apologised, bending his head low.

"Don't be. Mr. Barrette asked a favour from me to not put you two in any trouble." He spoke.

Me and Justin exchanged gaze for a split second before nodding our heads.

"Also, Mr. Barrette asked me to assign you two as his head of security."

"What the hell?" I couldn't help but say loud enough.

Chief cocked up his eyebrows.

"Sorry." I whispered.

"I couldn't say no to such an influential person." He said, passing a blue file and dismissing us in no second.

"I'm not going to do this." I told Justin once we returned from the chief's cabin.

"And do tell me how the fuck are we supposed to do that?" He asked.

"I'm going to take a sick leave for as long as possible." I muttered.

"Read the damn file, Hazel. We are nothing but pawns when it comes to someone wealthy enough to buy the fucking country." He chuckled.

And I get exactly what he was saying.

He comes from a humble background. He wasn't rich and never too poor. His parents did their best to build up his future. I know he hates this too; to work for him but he will never leave his job for his hatred. He was never ambitious, was never sure what he wants to do with his life but when he heard about my dream of becoming a cop, he made it his own dream too. And now when I know that he worked really hard to achieve it, I'm not going to ruin it. He deserves all the happiness.

"You know what let's go through this shit together." I smiled.

His eyes crinkled, returning a low smile to me. "Thank you, princess."

All our way to Atlas Barrette penthouse, we read the file about our work. We need to manage every single security detail and act his bodyguards when he goes out. Also, we'd be staying at his penthouse.

Justin was silent whole ride. He was lost in his thoughts and I was lost in mine. There's this hatred, nervousness, shitty feelings in my stomach that's making me nauseous.

If it wasn't for Justin and my lifetime dream to be a detective, I would've showed middle finger to the chief and went far away to open the damn grocery shop.