ight and the only person she fully trusts is Midnight. Despite not knowing what she truly looked like or her true name for that

om to make up my own schedule. I don't have to answer to anyone. I get to help people in need. I get to rid the world o

ght as her head leans against the ba

what i

led my life differently. It doesn't make much sense, but the path I

bothered her. She had known Midnight for four years now, but she doesn't know her. She had cons

we were supposed to be having a relaxing day before you have

ing for me like I would you, yet I don't even know your name or what you look like." She takes a deep breath and raises her glass of champagne to her lips. "

position as his personal assistant. One night I caught him and Sanchez torturing a man in the basement of his house. At first, I was horrified, but when I learned that he was part of a human trafficking organization I was enraged. I asked them to train me. I wanted to stop people like that scum. I

n't care whether or not you feel the same because to me

ng to open up. So listen carefully to what I tell you because I will never talk about my past life until it becomes my prese

eone see the real her. Not

*

his was supposed to be a day of playing Call of Duty and bingeing Keeping Up With The Kardashians, but somehow their day of d

his whiskey. "And I don't even know where to fucking star

at she is trying to tell Stanley, and although Midnight doesn't want him to interfere he can't help but give Stanley a little shove in the right direction. It was for his own se

his arms up for added dramatic effect. "All

the intelligent ones." Sanchez refills both of their glasses. "Now can we g

mn entertaining?" Stanley takes a sip of his newl

*

n trailing in behind her, a pink suitcase in tow. It was twelve o'clock and Sanchez was s

red across the floor and couch. "And what the hell, man? This is my hotel not a fucking barn!" She exasperates, gesturing with her hands to the wrappers. "The Queen of fucki

ouch next to him as Stanley does the same. "And don't act like you don't enjoy th

earning a glare from Midnight. She doesn't bother to answer, instead grabs a water from the mini fridge and a champagne glass from the bar and pour

n unison. Sanchez sighs and goes into an explanation. "First time this dumb ass," Sanchez points at Midnight. "Went to Paris, she somehow stumbled upon

resembles a frog. Midnight nods her head in confirmation, a faraway look in her eyes likely thinking about that awful day, a

." Sanchez wags his finger in the air accusingly. Mid

nison and look at Martin, mouths agape. Martin looks from face to face to face. She was in a room with three of the most dangerous people to ever walk the e

ays, popping another blue M&M into her

and twisty' along with her best friend, Cristina Yang." Stanley answers. He studies the blonde sitting across the room. Her legs are crossed, her shoulders squared, her hands interlaced

vulnerability and for him to admit to what he had done to calm down the crying woman he had met nine hours prior meant there must have been something special about her, something he c

nchez was smart when it came to making decisions and Stanley could on

z expect an email or text. I haven't decided yet. Sanchez introduce your girl to the wonderful world of Grey's

he looks at Martin and musters up the most pitiful look she can. "I forgot to mention he is a literal child." She places her glass in the sink and p

you away?" Sanchez quirks a brow in a teasing mann

to sleep with Midnight. "She is pretty sexy and she has this grace about her. Not to mention the whole

ars of knowing Midnight had he ever considered the thought of hating her, but now learning this new information he

to mention Midnight was your best friend or so you called her." Sanchez sh