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Chapter 67- First objective, fuck that bitch up

Amberleigh laid on the dingy, metal floor for quite a while as she lost her shit. The last several hours had been building to this moment. Ever since Leo had gotten that call in their Paris suite from that backstabbing, uber cunt. All her life, Amber had been told crying was a sign of weakness, useless, and pathetic. But fuck that shit, there was no holding this in. Her grief refused to be contained.

But then something else happened. Her watch chimed, vibrating loudly against the metal beneath her. And Amber took a breath. Then another. She sat up. Breathed some more. Her viewpoint was blurred and hazy. Her breathing still tore its way from her lips. Her watched chimed a second time. Also helping to bring her back down to reality.

Through tear-glazed eyes, she read the screen. Don’t be mad Love. But I got the money from the safe with no trouble. I knew the guard. He suspects nothing. Are you ready to be picked up? His second text was I love you. We’ll have him home in no time
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