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He's making me his top priority. After our quick lunch. We drove for thirty minutes to go to the airport. He gave me my fake IDs. Sarah Sanchez. "Ohh and I'm twenty huh." I chuckled while checking my IDs. "Legal and my wife." He gave me his fake IDs. Peter Sanchez. Really Peter? I remember Calvin. He loves Peter Parker. My baby boy. We got out of the car and he gave the car key and a bag to the man that was waiting for us. They didn't talk but the man nodded his head and left.

"that's just some random guy I saw on the internet" "Oh, he look so much like Peter" "Your eyes deceived you" I'll just have to find Peter and talk to him before this gets out of hand. T. B. C.

It was a text from Glenda. “Get away from the target immediately. It’s a set up, and I think Garrick is in on it.” Still trying to make meaning of it, another text came in with a photo attached. “This is your target isn’t he?” The photo was of Peter wearing a grey Italian suit, looking even more imposing as he stared out from a docked yacht. The text at the bottom of the picture sent tremors running down my spine. “That’s not Peter Portman, that’s Xavier Storm.”

51 : "Cusco" Cusco 51 My feet began to drag me closer to where the girls were while my eyes are locked to Peter entering the lobby. He looked cool with his shirt with his blue jeans. He was smiling while he waved at his fans. He looked so happy as he stopped for some fans and smiled with them for pictures. From the corner of my eyes, I see Tammy fanning herself. I could hear her repeating the words Oh My God and I know she's as thrilled as everyone else. Peter looked incredibly hot right now. He looked fresh from the airport and his huge backpack that made him look cool.

Who was this lady? "Zeus!" My pencil stopped abruptly and my eyes moved upwards slightly to reveal Peter. His black hair wasn't messy which I found odd. He was dressed in a white shirt and a pair of jeans, another thing I found odd. My best friend wasn't one who loved looking like a gentleman. He was definitely going out with a girl. "Someone's got a girl for the night," I remarked with a deepened smile while my eyes returned to my drawing. "I've been standing here for minutes and you didn't notice me," Peter replied with worry that hinted faintly in his tone. I frowned a bit but still retained my smile. He heaved a sigh before joining me on the wooden chair opposite mine.

The other pressing question I held in my mind was why he still held that photo, if he truly didn’t love me anymore and was happily engaged to this other woman, why keep that photo? “Where did you get that?” I asked after taking a moment to stare at the photo more, Parker holding it in his hands before handing it over to Baxter to get a proper look, who seemed to tense a little when he saw it. “It was in the safe with his other most precious belongings, so Peter Erickson meant more to you than you were letting on, I mean I wouldn’t keep a photo of myself and some random girl in a safe I didn’t care about.” Parker announced but was sure to remind everyone that I hadn’t explained how it was I k

"I like my fuel to taste like happiness, not corporate compliance." When I turned back around, Peter was standing directly in front of me. He hadn't made a sound as he moved, his coiled, panther-like grace completely catching me off guard. He was too close. The woodsy, expensive scent of his cologne immediately crowded out the smell of the fresh espresso, and I was suddenly hyper-aware of how short I was compared to his imposing six-foot-two frame. He didn't say a word as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a brand-new, sleek black iPhone. He slid it across the matte-black counter, right into my personal space.

Then I see Kane Parker. His photos are good. Not selfies but actual photography. One of him at what looks like a book signing, wearing glasses and a button-down with the sleeves rolled up. One of him in a coffee shop with a laptop. One candid shot where he's laughing at something off-camera and he looks genuinely happy instead of performing for the camera. His bio says: "Author. 29. Not interested in dating. Very interested in other things. If you're looking for a boyfriend, keep swiping."

Parker gasped as the realization of something dawned on him. "Jamie, you aren't in some... Some." Parker stuttered. "In some what man?" Jamie laughed. "Hold on a minute. Man, you aren't in some kind of cult group are you?" Parker asked. In stead of replying, Jamie pulled up his short to show Parker a tattoo. The tat was a rising eagle, it's eyes set on something in a distance. Upon seeing it, Parker's fears and thoughts were confirmed. His friend really did belong to a secret cult.

She had plenty of money saved up and, despite her father's protests, she planned to make the best of things and move on with her life. She was sitting at a table across from her boyfriend, Peter Parker, as he ate dinner. He seemed to enjoy the meal very much, as his face lit up with glee every time he took another bite or smiled at the thought of something wonderful he'd been given. She loved being around him. His eyes sparkled as he talked about whatever came into his head. Even his voice was beautiful, though he tended to use it more like a stage direction when he spoke than actual speech. He didn't speak with any sort of accent, which made it easier for her to understand what he said. Tha