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Forever my girl

Author: Kanny
last update Last Updated: 2024-07-27 13:21:08

Arlo’s POV

For the last four years, I dedicated my time and resources combing through the surface of this earth for Lori.

I was blinded by rage when I discovered Lori’s betrayal and went in search of her.

I had spent so much time looking for her, that part of the rage I felt had now been replaced with something I didn’t want to feel- worry.

Finally, I found her under the most upsetting circumstances.

She got married? To what? A good-for-nothing dog that kept cheating on her?

I should’ve blown out his brains when I had the chance but Willis, my second-in-command wouldn’t let me leave any trace of myself behind.

We were now on air, going back to my home which I have missed for four years now.

No one would have ever thought that I would pause my life, or my business in search of a girl. But Lori wasn’t any other girl, she was my girl, I loved her, more than anything else. And because I loved her, I was hurt by her betrayal.

I was more than just hurt, I was broken.

And now, she will pay.

She will not only pay for the money she stole from me; she will pay for breaking my heart.

Unconsciously, I turned, and my eyes landed on her face.

Lines of tiredness traced her features, but they didn’t diminish one bit of her beauty.

Her strawberry blonde hair fell like a soft wave, framing her face as she slept peacefully.

How could she sleep at this moment?

She should be anxious and terrified about the things I would do to her at home. She should be devising ways to escape. What happened to the fierce, foxy Lori? What changed in the four years?

My train of thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the rather noisy landing of the plane, Lori jolted awake, and instantly caught my gaze.

“We’re home, pet,” I said rather coldly, “Don’t even think of escaping, I have my eyes on you.”

She only nodded, and followed behind, guarded by Teni and Bully.

As soon as we hopped off the plane, we were greeted by my men dressed in black, bowing to me as I walked towards the car.

Barely settling in my quarters, Willis came in, glaring at me like I had defied him.

“What now?” I growled, “Is this how you greet me after four years?”

“This is how I greet you after four years,” he retorted, “I have bad news,”

I raised my eyebrow, waiting for Willis to drop it.

“Gwen,” He said, “She’s dead.”

“Her cover was blown, and she was killed before we could get her out.”

“She was a good spy,” I sighed grimly, “One of the best,”

“What do we do? We need a replacement ASAP,”

“How fast?” I asked.

“Tonight,” Willis replied, “We don’t have any leads on the investigation about the secret massacre at the Border. The Mayor is counting on us.”

“There’s a party tonight, and all the immigration officers will be present. If we are going to extract any information, we have to move tonight.”

Deep in thoughts, I glanced at my wrist watch. The day was already half-gone. “Is there anyone we can put on the job tonight?”

“I was thinking Julian, she’s the next best thing to Gwen.”

“No,” I interjected, “I know just the best person…”

As Willis met my gaze, he knew exactly who I was talking about.

“No,” he exclaimed, “Your lost and found backstabbing ex-girlfriend?”

“I can’t let that happen. We cannot be betrayed by the same person twice.”

“Willis, I have made up my mind. Lori will do it.”

“She won’t come back alive.” Willis declared grimly.

“Then so be it.”

In a whim, I was out the door.

“Lori!” I called, banging at the door next to mine.

When she didn’t answer after the second knock, I turned the door knob and barged in, only to find the room empty.

“Where’s she?!” I bellowed at the guards by the door and the look of fear in their eyes had me worried that Lori had outsmarted us again.

But just then, she came out of the bathroom, covered up in a bathrobe.

“I was just taking a shower.”

I breathed in relief.

“Hurry up and meet me outside.”

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