You're the right time

At the right moment

You're the sunlight

Keeps my heart going

Know when I'm with you

Can't keep myself from falling

Right time at the right moment

It's you

"It's you": Henry

Two weeks ago...

It took everything in me to not go back to her arms.

Fuck.

I was so far gone at this point.

That fucking sweet kiss on my cheek made me want to take her right there.

She has no idea the effect she has on me.

But I had to be patient and do this right. I could not screw this opportunity.

In the few weeks that I had known this girl, she made me feel fucking butterflies whenever I saw her.

Whipped, so fucking whipped!

She doesn't realize but her hugs are my motivation to keep going. My recharge.

I was getting tired of this mission and it was getting harder to suppress the urge to give up.

I never had such thoughts in any of my missions but I wanted this time.

Whenever I thought about her, I imagined myself in my hometown in Canada. Both of us together in my house all domestic and it was messing with my head.

When Jack called me, I was brought back to the reality of my life.

I dialed my boss's number and waited for a few seconds.

"Wilder, I hope it's good news," My boss said amusement clear in his voice.

"It is sir, I finally managed to get to the rat's second hand. His name is Derek, I'll get a hold of his photo in the next few days and send it to Jack to do his magic." I told him. Jack was a genius. You send him a picture and he'll identify the person in a second.

It comes in handy when you need to track people or find anything about them.

"Sir, I called you because I need backup. There is a man close to Victor called Matthew Shander that is beginning to be suspicious of my identity. To prove my loyalty, I need you to send some men and fake a gone wrong revenge attempt. Matthew has been involved in car stealing and he recently stole a gang leader's car. He won't suspect if one of those people attack. I'll pretend to save his ass and erase suspicion."

"Genius idea Wilder, as always you never disappoint. How are things going Wilder?"

"I think I found that someone Sir."

"Then I think it's time for you to go behind a desk once this mission is finished. I hope she's worth it Wilder. You never mentioned anyone before"

"It is Sir, I think she's the one," I said with quite confidence.

"I'm glad for you Wilder, I really am."

We ended the conversation and I got ready for my plan.

I had to deal first with the race that night.

No matter how many times I went to that track race I always felt disgusted by it. The smell of alcohol and weed is intoxicating and it makes me want to vomit each time.

What happened that night woke something inside of me. Something that I had slightly forgotten.

The two men that were ricing were Tom and Brandon. The bet was a dangerous one.

They both had a hate relationship and competed whenever they had the chance. I found out from Matt that it was something related to a girl. Something about Tom stealing Brandon's girlfriend or something like that.

They both had to bring their girls with them during the race and be with them in the car. The loser has to give up something of value. Most of the time is money or the car.

They got in their cars and the race begun. Both of them were fast so it was hard to tell who was going to win but somehow Brandon managed to win.

The hell broke when it was time to give the valuable thing.

I had a hunch that something was off so I had my phone ready to send the SOS message. I could not get directly involved as my mission was more important than whatever was to happen here.

I was close by without getting involved. Observing carefully.

"It's time to pay your bet loser," Brandon said smirking at Tom.

"Get my car," Tom said hesitantly.

"I don't want your car pretty boy," Brandon said and I knew right that moment what he was going for. Without hesitation, I sent the SOS message. It would take them a few minutes to get here hopefully before things end how I suspected.

"Then what the hell do you want?" Tom asked getting nervous. Wrong move Tom, wrong move.

"You took away something from me and I'm going to take it from you because what is mine is mine forever," Brandon replied with a smirk.

Everything happened in a second. Brandon took a gun from the back of his jeans and shot Tom's girlfriend right into her forehead.

Gasps and screams were heard mostly from the girls present there.

Tom's horrified face brought back those bad memories I was trying to bury so hard. I didn't see Tom's girlfriend lying there but my best friend. The one I got involved with me in a mission. The friend that I should have stayed away from the moment I knew that when you're faking an identity you should not make friends.

And I immediately imagined my Angel lying there just like her and my heart began to race.

I'm dealing with far more dangerous people than Brandon. What if my KatKat ends like this?

The thought of that terrified me and I realized right that moment that I was involving her in this. Going out with her was a mistake.

I was stupid to forget for a moment that I have people following my every move and me going out with her is leading them directly to my weak point.

If anything were to happen to her it would kill me.

I knew right that night what I had to do. Stay away from her. Keep her safe.

So, when the next day came, I acted like a fucking asshole and spoke to her like shit to make her hate me.

There was no other way. She couldn't get hurt. Not her. Not my Angel.

Present day...

I lost count of how many times I stopped myself from calling her. How many times I had to throw the phone away from me to not fall into temptation.

A lot of questions ran through my mind. Was she okay? Was she hurt by what I said or indifferent?

I needed her so desperately. Her fucking healing hugs...

I had two weeks of hell and it was finally the time to go on with my plan. My boss arranged the people for tonight.

He gave me detailed information of how they would look and everything I needed to know.

Matt was easy to convince. Actually, he got an offer from one of the gang leaders and tonight he was going to make a deal.

So here I was hours later at an abandoned warehouse "making a deal" with a gang member. I was only assisting but I had to be there for my plan.

According to my plan the things would go like this:

- Matt would make a deal with the gang member

- That person and his guards would leave and I would be left alone with him

- Before we could leave "my men" would come and attack us

- I would save Matt's ass and gain his trust

- I would get away with a few scratches and all good

Except my fucking plan was blown away right away.

Matt was talking with the man that introduced himself as Andrew. They talked and exchanged a few words.

Andrew only brought two men with him which made me kind of nervous. Something didn't look alright and my hunch never failed me.

"Matthew, I believe what you offer is not valuable for us. You did steal one of our cars, our boss's car to be specific."

Fuck, we're screwed this is a fucking trap.

Matt tensed and I saw the panic in his eyes. He didn't expect Andrew to be loyal. Usually they never were. Is more like an interest relationship. If there is something better, they go for it. Andrew turned out to be loyal to his boss.

Andrew smirked and soon a dozen men came into the warehouse.

Fuck!

"Boss, they brought back up but we got rid of them" One man spoke and I knew right that moment that we were screwed.

They for sure were referring to "my men" and I had no doubt they killed them. Fuck!

"So, you brought company, hmm?" Andrew said with a smirk, one that was saying you're going to die.

"What? I swear it's just me and him!" Matt tried to defend himself but he was nervous and Andrew took that as if he was lying.

Andrew took a gun from one of his man and pointed it towards Matt.

"A-Andrew, we c-can talk this out" Matt stuttered but Andrew only laughed, then he pulled the trigger. The bullet went straight through his head.

I was next. Fuck!

He turned towards me.

"I haven't seen you around and I see no fear in your eyes which intrigues me but unfortunately I cannot leave witnesses. Boss's orders!" He said smirking and taking steps towards me.

We looked at each other's eyes for a moment, the tension growing bigger.

He pointed the gun towards me and pulled the trigger but I had expected that so I managed to dodge it and throw myself behind a desk I was close to.

I immediately flipped it over and used it as a shield.

Andrew cursed and hell broke out.

Soon tens of bullets were shot at my improvised shield and I knew I had no escape.

Trying to move towards a window and jump, the table slipped from my hands and I got shot.

Fuck!

I immediately remembered all the times I had been in similar situations and threw myself at the floor.

I immediately sucked on my breath and remained still. I fucking hope this works.

"Nice shot Nick! Check if he's breathing" Andrew said laughing.

Footsteps were heard and soon cold fingers were touching my neck.

"Dead boss, got straight to his heart!" I vaguely heard him say.

When I could no longer hear anyone, I breathed slowly without moving.

I was clearly shot in a few places but my chest hurt the most. It couldn't be my heart or I'll be dead but it was close.

After I counted about five more minutes, I slowly opened my eyes and when I tried to move the pain came like a ball.

I tried to stand up but I couldn't so I gave up and leaned against the wall.

My eyes became heavy and I knew that wasn't a good indicator.

With my right hand I managed to take my phone out of my pocket.

My vision was getting blurry now.

If she doesn't pick up that will be the end for me. Fucking Matt, I knew he'll be the death of me!

After what seemed like forever she picked up.

"Hello?" Fuck, how I missed that voice.

I tried to answer but I coughed. Fuck, I'm worse than I thought, I don't have much time.

"Angel *chough* I need your *chough* help *chough*" I was losing too much blood.

"Zane, what is wrong?" She asked worried. Fuck, she's worried even when I treated her like that. Always caring about everyone else but herself.

"I got shot *chough* I don't know how much *chough* time I have I'm at the warehouse *chough* we passed by *chough* when *chough* we went to the waterfall" I tried to explain. If she doesn't come, I'm dead, literally.

"Don't call the police *chough* come alone"

"Angel...if I don't make it let me tell you I'm sorry and I like you." I said meaning every word I said.

I heard her say something but I was losing consciousness and I could no longer understand that was happening around me.

My eyes got heavy and I found myself drifting away.

At least I heard her voice....