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    Inebriated – (Chapter: Fourteen: Results)

    Chapter Fourteen
    Results

    (Ashley’s POV)

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    Faded jeans, Dickies hoodie, Dior sunglasses, and a John Deer baseball cap on. Either I was going to some college sporting event or I was undercover.

    It was the later.

    I had my black iPhone Bluetooth in my ear listening to my sister speaking rapidly on the other end about wanting to meet my new girlfriend.  I said my ‘yeahs’ and ‘uh huhs’ at the right time, but I have to honestly say I didn’t know what she was really talking about.

    I was undercover.

    I was on a mission.

    I was on a life altering journey that would forever change my views on this cruel world.

    “Ms. Davies?” Evan said from next to me. The older man nodded toward the large sign that read ‘FedEx’. My heart started to beat so hard that I had to stop and clutch my chest. Evan stopped in his footsteps and put his large hand on my shoulder.  

    I smiled up at him to say I’m alright. Evan has been my body guard ever since I needed one. The tall six foot seven, 250 pound man was like a protective older brother. He has been there to protect me no matter what. The half Asian/half Russian man had a thick Russian accent and a deadly look in his dark hazel eyes.

    “Just nerves, I’m okay.” I told him with a nervous smile.

    He nodded his head and looked around again to survey the area. I am not entirely clear on his past, but I do know that he grew up with his Russian father who worked with the government and spent holidays with his Japanese mother. He went to school at a Russian reform school up in the mountains for several years since he was five, but then when he turned twelve he was sent to some martial arts school in Japan. There was about ten years that his resume missed but the only response I got from him was ‘I had to take care of some business’.

    He had never let me down, and today was no different.  I was on a mission, and he was right there on my side. I usually don’t go out much when I am on tour. Okay let me rephrase that, I usually don’t go out much at eight in the fucking morning. This morning was a special reason.

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    1. I’m so glad you’re back and that chapter 15 will be up later. I’m intrigued by the mysterious stem cells that involve both Amalia and Spencer. Excellent update.

    2. I’m so glad you’re back and that chapter 15 will be up later. I’m intrigued by the mysterious stem cells that involve both Amalia and Spencer. Excellent update.

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