{Your Point Of Veiw}

Camila and I got coffee, and we are sitting in a booth, and I excuse myself to go to the bathroom. When I get back I find this hot brunette snapchatting.

did i just call her hot?? Who am I kidding, that girl is fine and she knows it.

"So you're one of those huh", I ask, catching her by suprise.

"one of what", she giggles.

"Those snap chat girls who love the dog filter more than life itself," I smile at her as I sit down.

"It depends," she smirks.

"On," I smirk back.

"Do you like those snap chat girls", she asks in a flirty tone.

For some reason, my words get caught in my throat. Next thing i know, Camila is laughing her ass off. I blush and sink into the booth. Suddenly wanting to feel invisible. Why does she have this effect on me?

"You look mortified," she laughs.

"You just, caught me off gaurd, is all," I say.

"Yeah, ok", she says in a proud tone.

"You are not what I expected, at all", I chuckle before taking a sip of my coffee.

"What did you expect," Camila asks curiously.

"Well, before I got to know you, I thought you were this stuck up, snobby, perfect princess, who always 'did the right thing'. I thought thats why you were such a bitch to me", I say.

Camila hangs her head low.

"Hey, but that was before," I say as I move to sit next to her.

"Now I know that you used to just hate my guts", I giggle.

"Yeah, but thats because I considered you to be a fuck girl", Camila snickers.

"Well, thats not exactly wrong", I Laugh.

"But, you're hurting. Its an okay excuse, for now at least", she chuckles.

"I have slowed down on the fuck girl thing anyway," I say.

"Aye, look at you moving past the hurting to the healing," she applauds.

I giggles and nudge her lightly.

"whats after the healing," I ask curiously.

Camila folds her hands and lays her head on my shoulder before clearing her throat.

"Then comes the loving", she answers.

I smile at the thought of being in love again. But my happy thoughts are interrupted when I see a raven haired girl walk in.

She is dressed in all black and has her hands in her pocket. Her facial expression sets off alarms in my head, I know she means no good.

"Get down," I tell Camila in a low but calm voice.

"What," she asks.

"Trust me, get under the table now", I say.

Camila's eyes fill with fear before she she follows my instruction.

I slip out of the desk and as soon as I do, the stranger pulls a gun on me.

I react quickly, snatching the gun with one hand, and pushing her arm away with the other, while simultaneously pinning her arm, making her helpess.

"CHRIST ITS JASON BOURNE," she shrieks in pain.

"Ya damn right it is", I chuckle.

I turn and look under the table at a quivering Camila.

Fuck, A bitch cant get a break!

I clamp the handcuffs to the girl before turning back to Camila.

"Im sorry to end this on such short notice, but as you can see, I have my hands full," I smile.

Camila doesnt say anything but just looks at me with wide eyes.

"Your safe Canola, you can come out now", I giggle.

Camila nods and hesitantly sits back in the booth.

"Until next time," I say before walking the criminal out the door.

~~~~

"Are you going to let me out of this cell or not," she asks from behind bars.

I reach for her wallet that I confiscated, to look at her License.

"Well, Lauren, you aren't going anywhere until you tell me who you are", I say.

"You have my license, im sure you can figure it out," she groans.

"Yeah I have your name, but I wanna know why I have never seen you before, and what made you try to attempt to hold up a coffee shop", I say.

"I wanted coffee," she says sarcastically.

"Hmm, if you wanted it that badly, you could have asked for it. People are nice here, free coffee isnt really a problem", I smile.

"Look lady, im sorry. Can I go now", she asks annoyed.

"Im so close to telling you to fuck off and live in this got damn cell forever, because I was in the middle of something important", I groan.

"What? That date with the hot chick with the fat ass", she smirks.

I pull out my tazor and point it at her.

"You cant shoot me! Thats illegal", she says.

"Wanna bet," I smirk.

"Fuck you", she flips me off.

"Sorry, but im not interested," I say.

"Let me out of here", she exclaims.

"We haven't gotten a visitor in years. Nobody knows we even exist. How do you," I ask.

"Im not a snitch", she snickers.

I taze her in the side and she screams in pain.

"WHO THE FUCK SENT YOU", I yell.

"MARKS, JESUS CHRIST", she yells.

"What was that," I ask.

"MARK'S! I wanted to buy some exclusive stuff", she pants.

"What kind of stuff," I ask.

"Drugs," she mumbles.

"And you held up a coffee shop becuase," I ask confused.

"Look he was giving me the drugs for free dude. I didnt need money for that, I just needed gas money for the trip home", she says.

"Free? Who the hell gives away free drugs," I ask.

"It wasn't totally free. We made a deal," she sighs.

"What kind of deal," I question.

Lauren stays silent.

"WHAT KIND OF DEAL", I yell.

"He wanted me to spread the word about this town," she says.

"Why would he choose you to do that," I ask.

"Because of my dad," she says lowly.

"Who the fuck is he", I ask confused.

"He is an important man. High up in the government", she answers.

"Oh shit," i mumble.

"You look like-- It cant be," I say shocked.

"Yeah, my dad is Colin o'donoghue," she mumbles.

"HOLY FUCK! Im gay as fuck but your daddy man, that man is pretty", I say fanning myself.

"Yeah so thats gross," she says.

"wait so let me get this straight, this man is your father", I ask while showing her a picture on my phone.

"Yes, thats daddkins," she says annoyed.

I take laurens mugshot and hold it beside Colin's.

"Yup, you two look alike," I mumble.

"You could have just read my last name," she says.

"Whats the fun in that," I chuckle.

"So am I free to go," she asks in a monotone voice.

"Nope, you're stuck with me for 24 hours", I smile.

She groans and flops onto the bed in the cell.

"Wait, did you call him daddykins," I ask.

This chapter is dedicated to daddkins. Lmao u kno who u r 😂😂