After that traumatic event, you took the week off to clear your mind. You went back to your shared house with your two roommates but mostly stayed inside. You were still feeling conflicted after all that happened. The same question kept playing in your mind: Should you trust them again? It was not directly their faults and they apologized for it, yet, they were also the cause of the torture you went through and they tried to back down as an excuse to 'protect you'. You were still mad at them, you could not hide it.

Your roommates looked worried and often came to see you in your bedroom to talk or help you think about anything else. Amelia was the one bringing snacks and making sure you ate your food every day. As for Sasha, he offered gaming or drawing sessions. You felt lucky to have those two close by. They were amazing friends and you felt a close bond with them. Despite how much time you usually spent out of this house, you all maintained a close bond. It felt special and warm.

You turned off your phone for an entire week because you had been receiving messages after messages from two very insistent gang members. You needed a break from them so you cut everything, making sure they would leave you alone. However, when you had to go out for groceries, you just knew they were there. You did not know where and how but you felt eyes on you constantly. Even when you took the trash out, they were there. Somewhere. It was starting to creep you out. You were starting to think they left cameras to keep an eye on you. But surely, they would not go that far. Surely.

Anyhow, it had been a week and you had to start your work. Your bakery would not open without you but that meant facing them again. The internal struggle was making you sick in the stomach.

You started your day normally and went to shower. Putting on comfortable clothes for this hot weather, you did your hair and left your house after waving your goodbyes to your roommates. While you were walking to the underground station, you finally decided to turn on your phone. Your fingers pressed your password and you unlocked it. You tried to open WhatsApp but your phone was being flooded with notifications. The overload of unread messages and missed calls were overwhelming your poor phone which had been sleeping peacefully until then. You let it vibrate in your pocket for a good minute or two, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You did not know what you did to get those men completely wrapped around your fingers. All you had ever wished for was a peaceful life with your small bakery selling sweets and drinks, not a whole bakery of needy men who killed people for a living but were also your employees. Most at least.

You entered the underground station and hopped into your train. Luckily, you found yourself a seat since it was early enough. Once seated, you took your phone out and opened the message app. You would not bother reading everything but you looked at the people who sent you messages. Soap, Roach, König, Gaz, Ghost... Just seeing those names was enough to make you roll your eyes. Then, you saw some of your old friends' names. Some were wondering how the bakery was going, others asked what happened since you had postponed your big opening to a week later.

The day you had announced on your social networks was a week ago but you did not want to receive customers covered in bandages and upset with your employees who would probably be awkward to be around you. Also, your body and brain needed a break after working almost every day for months. You decided to respond to your friends, giving them updates about your current status but obviously without too many details given. Price had been strict about it: 'Don't talk to anyone about what happens here. For your protection and your loved ones.'

"What a pain," you mumbled to yourself, tapping your fingers against the back of your neck.

"What's a pain?"

You did not notice someone had sat down next to you, too absorbed in your own head to pay attention. Even though you did not look at that person, you already knew who it was and you already felt annoyed.

"You lot give me the creeps," you said to the person next to you while scrolling through your phone.

"That's mean, sunflower. That's the first thing you say after you haven't seen me in weeks. I'm hurt."

"Be more hurt, please."

A hand appeared in front of your screen, that familiar brown skin filling your vision. You rolled your eyes and tilted her head to the side to look over at him. Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, your childhood friend, was looking at you with his puppy eyes. Your eyes followed his hand, going up his arms until they reached his eyes. You took in his appearance, noticing how well-dressed he was, like always. He was wearing a blue open shirt with a lighter blue tank top underneath. His shorts were the same colors as his shirt and he wore white snickers to go along with his look. You noticed when your eyes raised to his face that he had sunglasses resting on top of his head. Damn you and your pretty face.

"C'mon, don't be like that. I've tried to call you so many times to see if you were fine but you never picked up," Kyle said as he pushed your phone down on your lap so your focus would be on him only.

Another sigh left your lips. Your first answer was to shrug your shoulders, a tired expression on your face. "Kyle, as much as I like you, I need breaks sometimes. And all of you at once is too much for me to deal with, especially when I'm upset," you explained, your finger pointing at his chest before poking it.

Kyle whined and grabbed your wrist before you could pull away. "I know, I know. You've got every right to be, love. But I was still worried sick," he continued to plead his case, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your wrist. "You always do that when you're upset," he added with a small pout.

And there it was, your weakness: Kyle's pouting face. He was too damn adorable with his brown eyes staring at you pleadingly and his bottom lip pursed up to add to his cuteness. Looking away, you pinched the bridge of your nose and groaned.

"I was gonna call you today anyway. We're opening tomorrow at 11 a.m. so I need everyone for a last team meeting to review your shift plannings and a last check on our stocks before I start baking for tomorrow."

Kyle seemed upset you jumped right into work but he did not complain about holding a conversation with you. "Big day's here, huh? Think you're ready?"

You pinched his cheek and pulled on it with a small frown. "We've been preparing for weeks, idiot. The last team meeting is exactly to make sure we're ready. I went to get fresh ingredients yesterday and stocked up the fridge but I haven't checked out everything."

When you started rambling, he knew immediately your mental state: anxious. It made sense after all. Your dream job was starting and you wanted it to be perfect. The British man let you speak for a while and took this opportunity to look at your face, listening to your voice with a smile on his face. This man would never get tired of watching or listening to you. He had been engrossed by your looks and your voice for the longest of times. Kyle tried to get over you after you left but, despite trying to date others, you stayed in his heart. He thought you had put a spell on him at some point. Or maybe you did, but he could care less when you looked so perfect.

At some point during your rambling, you noticed how distracted he looked. You narrowed your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, and decided to give him a small test. "Were you even listening to what I was saying?"

"You said you were planning on making macarons but you couldn't find where you put your tray to make some so you ended with a lemon meringue pie. You're worried about getting the meringue well or you might fail. Though, I'm sure you'll get it done perfectly, sunflower," he repeated your words perfectly without even stuttering, adding a little comment at the end.

You stared at him, slightly in awe with that perfect memory. "You're creepy as fuck," you responded.

Kyle's jaw dropped and he blinked a few times to register what you just said to him. "How come?! I was listening and repeated like you asked!"

"Yeah but make a mistake or two so I can yell at you. Makes me uncomfy how much of a good listener you are," you elaborated and it only seemed to give Kyle a bigger headache.

"You just never make sense to me," Kyle complained, sighing.

The train ride was lively, banters going back and forth between the two of you. You wouldn't admit it but you missed talking to him and the rest. But you were still mad for what they did.

Eventually, you made it to your small but lovely establishment. You unlocked the front door and stepped inside first. You placed your bag on the counter at the front and looked around. The slates were all prepared to be scribbled on once you would be finished with tomorrow's preparation. The floor was perfectly clean and all the decorations and plants were in their correct places. You already double-checked the day before but you needed to make sure it was perfect before you would open. You turned to look at Kyle who just removed his sunglasses to let them hang from the collar of his tank top.

"Can you call your Avengers? Need them in ten minutes. I won't allow anyone to be late," she demanded, gesturing to his phone in his hand.

"Avengers...?" Kyle repeated but  did as you asked, calling the numbers he knew would pick up quickly first. "You know, sunflower, some of us work on a night shift sometimes so they might still be sleeping-"

You cut him off by pressing a finger over his lips. "10 minutes. This isn't some joke, this is serious business, Kyle."

You removed your finger, giving him a stern look then you went into the kitchen to take out a few samples she prepared yesterday. As for Gaz, he had his phone in hands, calling all the people working in the bakery to join in an 'emergency meeting' with his gaze fixed on your form. He had a large smile forming on his face and his eyes were gleaming with blind love for you. This man just loved when you took charge like that, your bossy side was undeniably hot in his eyes.

As you waited, you sat by the kitchen island on a stool with your notebook in hand. You were looking through your menu ideas with your pen in hand. You had plenty of ingredients you could use so the options were large. You had to give a good first impression so customers would want to come back often. While you were looking at the list of baked goods you could make, you put your pen between your teeth and ran a hand through your hand. You could feel it: the anxiety. It was kicking in hard because the opening was soon, way too soon. Plus, the mess that kept happening over the past few weeks was not helping your mental state.

Suddenly, you felt arms being wrapped around your waist and you were lifted up in the air. A mix of a gasp and a shriek escaped your mouth and you were quick to try and kick the person picking you up. A goosebumps ran down your back as you remembered those arms caging you from behind before they took you away. Your breath hitched and panic flashed through your eyes. Your instinct spoke before your mind could. You tried to break free but they were much stronger than you. Not again. Please, not again! But all of a sudden, you cried out in pain as you inadvertently pressed against your newly formed scar. The arms around you quickly let go of you. Despite the pain, you pushed yourself up on your feet and tried to run away. Yet again, hands stopped you from moving. You were screaming and crying and trying to fight back. You could not see clearly, just forms before you, and breathing became difficult. You were going to die. This time for sure they would kill you.

Then, you heard your name being shouted. You recognized that voice. It was a voice which always brought a smile to your face. You stopped moving and slowly started to breathe in and out. Your eyes slowly adjusted to the room and people around you after blinking a few times. The first person you saw was Roach, he had his hands on your shoulders, his eyes scanning you over. You could see the pain and worry gleaming inside his beautiful green irises. Then you saw König, towering next to him to block your path. Both of their masks hide most of their facial expressions but you could see all the emotions through their eyes.

Your eyes traveled further to your right as you scanned the room, your breathing slowly coming back to normal. You saw Ghost and Price on the other side of the counter, ready to jump in if you had another attack, then Horangi whose facial expressions were unreadable with his sunglasses and face mask. Though, you could see him clenching his fists, a sign of frustration or anger. Finally, you turned around to see who had lifted you up in his arms. First you saw Kyle who was staring at the ground, his jaw clenched. You knew he was in pain as well from seeing you in that state. He blamed himself you could tell but he pushed it aside to try and comfort the man next to him. Soap.

The Scot was standing there in shock. His eyes were wide open, his lips parted and his arms froze in place when he dropped you. He looked absolutely heart broken. His heart was beating painfully in his chest as if he had just witnessed a terrifying sight. When your gazes met and he saw the pure fear in your eyes, he lost it. He felt sick and had to hold his stomach, a hand over his mouth. He dashed out of the bakery through the back door. Kyle called after him before running to catch him. You were terrified. Terrified of his touch.

Soap leaned onto one of the walls of the alleyway and started to cough. He had no idea why it aroused such an overwhelming sensation within him but seeing your gaze which followed your panic spree was too painful to bear. Kyle rushed to his side and threw an arm around his shoulder, bringing support. He never saw his best friend in this state before and had no idea how to comfort him properly.

"John, hey. You're with me? Speak to me, mate," he asked, trying to at least reach him.

Soap's breath hitched and he ran a hand over his face, covering his eyes. "Ye saw that look on their face, Kyle? I cannae... I cannae face 'em after that. What have we fuckin done? They donnae bloody deserve it, mate."

Kyle could hear the pain in his voice. He blamed himself for what happened just as much as Gaz was. They all held a part of responsibility for it but they had no idea how much it weighed on your shoulders. It was their everyday life so they could live with the burden and pain, but you were not part of it. They brought you here, innocently thinking they could protect you from anything. But how wrong they all were.

Footsteps grew closer to the two boys. Kyle looked up and his eyes widened in surprise. The man nervously stepped away from Soap to give some space. The Scot removed his hand, wondering what was Kyle doing then he saw a form move in front of him. He took a step back as he felt the rush of anxiety hit him once more but you did not let him.

You cupped his cheeks with both of your hands and kept him in place. You forced his eyes on you so he could watch your determined gaze. "Soap," you called and saw the way he almost flinched. "What happened, happened. You can't change it and I can't as well. None of you can." Your voice was firm and serious. It seemed like your panic attack from earlier had never happened in the first place. Soap looked over at you, completely confused, but listened carefully. "I don't want you to beat yourself for it or how else you're going to come here almost every day? How am I supposed to see you smile to me sincerely if you only watched me over the guilt you feel? I'm not.. asking you to forget it because I know it's impossible. But I don't want to see all of you keeping your distance or not behaving the way you usually do. It would hurt more than what I went through."

Soap was looking at you intensely. You could not quite decipher the look on his face but he seemed calmer. Then, the man raised a hand and placed it over one of yours, holding it gently. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. He had been craving to feel you for an entire week and he could feel the pain in his heart slowly disappearing from finally having you close.

"I'm sorry, Bonnie... I didnae mean ta hurt ye like this. 'm very sorry, lovely," he spoke in a soft tone, one you rarely ever heard from him.

A smile formed on your lips at his sudden gentle and caring behavior. "It's alright, Soapy boy. Just no more surprise hug for a while, 'kay?"

"Promise," he whispered. He turned his head and kissed the palm of your hand. His lips were surprisingly soft against your skin. Your heart started to beat faster and you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. Your smile widened and your thumb started to rub his other cheek gently.

You did not notice Kyle's eyes on you. His heart ached like never before. He hated seeing how almost romantic the atmosphere between the two of you were. It used to be only you and him and he was starting to think he should have kept you all for himself. The way you blushed when Soap kissed your hand was stirring a fire in him. His fingers twitched, aching to pull you apart. It should be me.

Back inside the bakery, you held the meeting like you planned to, making sure everyone knew how it would go. The men shared their opinions and you gave your approval or not to their ideas. The baked goods and drinks were decided and it was time to prepare. You only needed König and Roach for this part as it would be the three of you managing the kitchen part. The rest of the boys moved outside to smoke or went to clean and organize the place, except for Horangi. You did not know the man but his presence gave you the chills. He was just sitting in a corner of the room, scrolling through his phone, yet, you felt his eyes on you constantly. It was very uncomfortable.

You split the work with König so you could work faster while Roach was checking the supplies for the drinks. Tapioca balls and syrup ones had arrived last week so he had enough supplies to make a variety but he had to check for the other drinks he had planned on making. The tea would be a big step to prepare since you would need to prepare a lot. As for the giant Austrian man, he was taking care of the meringue for your lemon meringue pies. You decided on making small pieces instead of big ones where you would cut slices of. As for you, you prepared the crust. You had left it to rest in the fridge overnight and it was time to roll it to prepare your pies. You were all working hard and mostly in silence unless you needed to communicate on the different things you were doing. The number of customers you would have tomorrow would be a surprise since it was your opening day so you could not plan too much but had to pray you made enough to make it through the day.

It took you hours to work but you finally had all the essentials ready. The different dough were ready and in the fridge or on the kitchen island covered by a cloth. The prizes were being displayed at the front shop by Gaz and Soap. The three of you had prepared samples of everything that would be served the next day. Apple pies, a variety of muffins - all prepared by König -, strawberry cakes, different types of chocolate desserts going from brownies to opéra cake, and those lemon meringue pies. You were happy with the choices. You also planned on making bread tomorrow morning before opening so it could be fresh and delicious. You had learned a lot about French baking and studied it thoroughly. You could not wait to put your skills to use. As for the drinks, Roach had prepared mostly cold drinks: iced caramel macchiato, iced expresso, bubble teas - with milk or without -, and other coffee drinks you've never heard of such as black yuzu coffee. There would be of course more basic drinks such as expresso, hot or iced chocolate, or simple iced tea, but those ones would be the stars.

Everyone gathered in the kitchen to try it all and verify the quality, but mostly to reassure the three that it was good to sell. Plus, they were all excited to try after seeing them all working hard for hours, eating a very quick lunch.

"Fuck, it looks amazin'. Donnae know where to start," Soap said while salivating at the view of all those delicious things.

Price took the lead, picking up the lemon pie you prepared. Your eyes landed on him and you watched him anxiously. He studied it for a bit, twirling it in his hand before he brought it to his mouth. The silence in the room was almost suffocating while he was eating your pie. He was technically some sort of sponsor for your shop so losing his trust - and money - would make things more difficult for you. Your throat felt dry and you were standing on your toes the longer he took to swallow that bloody bite he took moments ago. You swore he was doing it on purpose at this point.

His eyes traveled to you and you could see the mischief in them. Obviously he was messing with you. What else did you expect? "It's delicious, love. You did a very good job," he finally complimented you.

You were relieved, your shoulders dropping. "Thank God," you let out, your body melting on the kitchen island. König and Roach chuckled next to you, rubbing your back or head.

Price wanted to retort with a snarky remark just so he could see that feisty side of you but he held it back. It was your moment and he let you shine under the light. After Price's initiative, the rest took turns trying the different drinks and food. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, complimenting each of you for your hard work. However, you noticed one person who did not join the festivities. Your eyes landed on Horangi who had been sitting in a corner the entire time. Muttering your courage, you dragged your legs to him. The mysterious man seemed to notice you as he dropped his phone, his head tilting up to look at you. What were you supposed to do now? You cleared your throat and spoke up.

"You don't want to eat or drink something? You haven't moved almost the entire time." You tried a calm and careful approach as you had no idea how to interact with him.

The man was staring at you without speaking. It was creeping you out more and more as he still refused to speak. Yet, little did you know, Tiger was dying from the inside. His heart was hammering in his chest and his fingers curled around his phone in a deadly grip. You were speaking to him and his social skills just went over his head – though, he did not have much skills to begin with. He had no idea what to say or even how to speak anymore. Since there was no response and he had not moved in an entire minute, you started to wave your hand in front of his face. You were wondering if he was having a stroke or something. Thankfully, the tall Austrian man came to your rescue. He towered you from behind, his arm extending next to your head to reach his friend. You were suddenly well aware of how tall and large he was with how much he was towering over you. Red rushed through your face as you felt his warmth through both of your clothes on your back. The sound of his fingers snapping brought both you and Horangi back to Earth.

"Tiger, wake up. We're talking to you," König's thick accent filled the silent void that was floating over both of you. You noticed the shyness you were used to completely disappeared when speaking to him. They looked quite close.

"What?" was the first word Horangi spoke. You forgot how deep and angry his voice sounded. It took you by surprise and you pressed your lips in a thin line, listening to the two of them.

You heard König sighing above you. You felt him leaned forward and you gulped nervously. You could feel his mask tickling the top of your head. The situation took a turn you could not control and your heart was not cooperating with you. Your legs refused to move so you ended being caged between the two gangsters like a sandwich.

"The little one was speaking to you. Answer instead of staring," he added, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Horangi cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, trying to be comfortable. "Right. And if I didn't answer it's because I don't give a crap. They should have just taken the hint and-" Before he could finish his sentence, König flicked his forehead. Horangi groaned and held his forehead. "Fuck was that for?!"

He stood up in an instant, the chair he was on falling at the same time, crashing loudly on the floor. You flinched at the sound and closed one eye. It was only a reflex and not a sign of fear, yet, König did not seem to take it kindly. He placed a protective hand over your shoulder and stood up straight, using his height to seem more menacing.

"Horangi. Calm down," he ordered. His voice took a deeper, scarier edge than his usual more soft spoken self. "Be nice."

The Korean clicked his tongue but he did not raise his voice again. He looked annoyed by the look of his furrowed brow. "Yea, right. Sorry," he apologized to you, his arms crossed over his chest.

You snapped out of your thoughts as you realized he was speaking to you. "Ah, it's fine. Sorry, I didn't mean to overstep my boundaries."

The man waved it off and shook his head. "Don't apologize. You didn't do anything."

You gave him a nod and stood silently for a moment. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking... Would you like something else to eat? If you don't like sweet things, I could make something for you or..."

He stopped your rambling by raising a head in front of your face. Then, he dropped it and let his hand fall to his side. "It's not that, it's just..." You noticed the way his other hand ran over his face and stayed longer on his left cheek.

You opened your mouth to speak when you heard the front of your shop open. It tickled your interest and you excused yourself to speak with whoever opened the shop. You saw three men in blue uniforms and quickly recognized the police logo on the sleeves of two of them. The man at the front did not wear a uniform but seemed to be with them.

"Hello, Sirs. I'm sorry but the bakery is closed, we're opening tomorrow. Unless you have other business here, I would like to ask you to step out, please."

Eyes turned to you immediately when you spoke. You saw the man at the front moving closer to the shop counter so he could speak to you. He looked around his early forties or late thirties. His hair was short and dirty blonde and his beard was shaved and he had a scar over his right cheek close to his ear. As he stepped closer to you, he wore a smile while he was pulling out his police emblem.

"Inspector Graves, happy to meet ya," he introduced himself, letting you check his police ID before putting it away. "We've come to talk to have a little chat with ya if ya would be so kind as to follow us." You could hear a Southern American accent when he spoke, which intrigued her even more. Was he from the London police?

"Well, I'd like to know why you're arresting me first before following you blindly, Inspector," you insisted, not moving from the counter just yet.

You heard the click of his tongue at your question. He placed his hand on the counter and leaned forward, his eyes more serious than before. "Don't think you need an explanation, honey. You're smart so use that pretty brain of yours, mh?" His eyes shifted from you to something behind you. His smile quickly dropped at the sight of the person standing behind you. "If that ain't John Price himself."

"Graves," Price's voice was rough and rumbled deep in his chest. "Been a while."

There seemed to be a tension between the two and the room grew colder and more dangerous the longer they glared at each other. You could tell the story between them was not a pleasant one. After all, Price was a criminal and Graves must have been pursuing him for a while.

"What do you want with our dear baker?" Price asked, a dangerous edge to his voice made you more tense. The last thing you wanted was for a gunfight to occur in your establishment.

"Sadly, I wish I was there for ya but I need to ask 'em a few questions." Graves turned to look at you again and waited for your answer.

You looked at Price to study his reaction and you could tell he did not like this. His gaze fell on yours when he saw your head tilting up to look at him. He quietly told you to not follow him but the last thing you wanted was a scandal before the opening day.

"Fine. But we are very busy today so I don't have much to give you," you agreed and you could see the disapproval on Price's face. His nose flared up and his frown deepened. Though, he knew he was not the one that should make this decision.

Graves was satisfied by your cooperation. He made a gesture with his arm towards the door so you would follow him. Stepping out of the counter, you took the lead and left your bakery. You showed no sign of closeness with Price or did not mention the rest of them at the back of your shop. You knew he wanted to talk about your involvement with 141 and KorTac so you had to be smart about it. You could not lie but you could not say too much either. It would be a fun game.

You were taken to an interrogation room in the police station. You sat on one chair, arms crossed over your chest, and officer Graves sat opposite to you. His hands were on the table, a folder between the two of you. You saw plenty of crime and police shows, you knew how it worked. You could not fall into his game, he had to fall into yours.

"I'd like to ask you a few questions about you and your recent involvement with 141," Graves said, studying your face but you remained calm and just waited for him to drop the questions. "Why did you start working with them?

You hummed and tilted your head back. "Well... I met with an old friend who helped me build my bakery, eventually he brought friends over so we could work faster. After that, I just engaged them. They were looking for a new job and I was looking for employees. I just happened to be lucky."

Graves pursed his lips and gave you a nod. "Lucky, huh," he said in a mocking tone. "Why were they searching for a new job? Illegal business doesn't cut it anymore?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "I'm not asking my employees personal questions. They gave me their résumé and I approved it. They had a lot of experience in different fields so they were valuable for my company."

Graves slammed his hand on the table. "Don't play coy with me. You better tell me the truth, honey, or it won't turn out well for you."

"But I'm only speaking the truth, Inspector. Just the truth," you were honest. You had not said a single lie yet.

"Fine," he said after staring into your eyes for a good minute, searching for any opportunity to make you fold. He opened the folder in front of him and read through a report. "Is this place familiar to you?"

He threw a picture of some sort of warehouse. The front door was blown open and you could see clear signs of bullets in the metallic walls. Another picture showed bodies on the floor with blood scattered. You flinched at the view and looked away. "I have no fucking clue."

"We believe your friends were here to deal with some business with another gang. We believe it might have involved a conflict over.. someone. Do you happen to have heard anything about this?"

You had no recall of this place but you had a feeling of what event it was referring to. Your kidnapping. You did not want to remember that. "Never saw that place before. I don't know where you're trying to go with that, Sir, but I can't help you. Like I said, I don't dwell into my employees' personal business."

You could see his patience was running low. He stood up and pointed a finger at your face and slammed the folder in front of you, the pictures scattering over the table. You kept a straight face as you refused to play in his game. "Do ya know who those people are? They're criminals, so called 'mafia' or gangsters, whatever ya want to call it. They killed people, played with drugs, and they hold illegal weapons. If ya're defending them, I hope ya know what ya're getting yourself into."

You leaned forward and tilted your head to the side to stare at him. They had nothing against you so they could not arrest you. "I'm not defending anyone. I'm just answering your questions."

The police officer paced around the room, running his hands over his face then hair. "If ya tell us everything ya know, ya'll be able to walk out of this, lovely. If ya don't, ya'll be labeled as a criminal too."

A soft chuckle left you. "You can speak all you want, officer. You have nothing against me. I'm just a simple civilian. You've got no proof against me."

"Ya're working for a mafia group!"

You laughed again, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms over your chest. "Let me correct that for you... They're working for me, darling. Get it right at least."

Graves's face completely decomposed. The double implication in your words was driving him to a complicated path, more than he thought. He had to figure out who you were exactly and what was the link between you and those men.

"It won't be the end of this, sweetheart. Hope ya know that," he concluded as he opened the door for you.

You pushed yourself up from the chair and headed out of this dark room. You stopped next to him and offered him a smile. "Can't wait to see you again. Please, do it during opening hours next time so you can at least get a coffee or muffin but you take me away."

With a wink and his chuckle, you walked out of the station. You knew it would not be the last of the Inspector you would see. But, you figured it would be fun to mess around with him. You were starting to turn into a troublemaker because of the bad influences by your side. A buzzing sound caught your ears once you stepped out. You reached for your phone in your pocket and saw Soap's popping on the screen. With a sigh, you answered the call and turned on your camera. You saw Roach, Gaz and Soap's faces on your screen and chuckled.

"Bonnie! Should we save ye? Do ye need help?! Did that bastard touch ye?!" Soap exclaimed and you had to turn down the sound to not bother people around.

"I'm okay. He asked a few questions but... well... He had nothing against me," you explained with a small shrug. "Though, he did not even offer me a ride back. Can one of you pick me up? Don't want to pay for a taxi."

"I'll come!" they said all together before they glared at each other.

You sighed as you watched their reactions. "Be there in ten." You did not let them continue and hung up the phone immediately after. You sat on a bench and waited for your escort to come while staring at the graying sky. The more days passed by, the more you were involving yourself with those fools. Doubts filled you and you wondered if your decision was wise. Yet, you knew it was not wise but you liked those idiots way too much.

Your peaceful life took a strong turn. It was going to be a real roller coaster from now on.