Brandon's p.o.v
My mind was filled with a lot of things, I didn't want to go back as an agent but I couldn't just turn a blind eye, but above all things that were making my headache, Ariana was my main worry.
I was pacing back and forth on my balcony while looking at the surrounding, mostly the gate just to see her walk in, it was late, like really f*****g late, yes she always went beyond 10 pm when I was away, but when I was around she always made it home before 8 pm, the fact that it was already 8 pm and she wasn't yet back made me angry and worried, was I suppose to call my spy and order him to locate her by all means or what.
It would all be bloody hell, when she complained of having no privacy, I felt somehow bad and dismissed the spy, she was already grown up and she really needed
