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POV Camila Cabello 

-Allow me to say how beautiful you look, Deputy Cabello.

-Mark...

-What? Just speaking the truth. – he said with a wink. This was the price to pay for working with flirtatious men.

-Don't make me regret having brought you. – I said laughing cynically.

-What? N... No, I'm sorry, this is the case of my life. – Mark was whiter than he already was. I started laughing and he got embarrassed.

-It's okay, I was just kidding. – a torturous silence hung in the environment.

My hand grabbed the collar of my bulletproof vest, pulling hard, checking it one last time. Me and 5 other agents were inside the black van finishing the final preparations. I grabbed my baby, taking one last look at the cylinder, to then put it in the holster of my belt.

-I found it strange that you didn't bring Dinah or Veronica with us.

-Well, I've always been very professional and... – I stopped and took a deep breath – Today is a complicated day...

-Dangerous... – he completed and I nodded.

-I don't want them involved in this, unfortunately my heart spoke louder. – I smiled weakly and he nodded, pulling me and giving me a kiss on my forehead.

In this operation I opted for not bringing my two best agents. I know, it wasn't one of the best decisions, but I couldn't handle knowing that something could happen to Veronica and Dinah. I simply couldn't. The two of them weren't very happy with my decision, they wanted in on this mission, but they'd understand.

-Deputy, we arrived, we'll stay here near the site.

My heart was in my mouth, I had done this a few times, but there was no use, in every time I'd feel as if I was being pushed off a cliff. Adrenaline, that was the main reason why I chose my profession.

-You seem a little nervous.

I looked at the young man who was looking at me with a worried countenance. I don't know, but some strange feeling ran through my body. I shook my head, taking a deep breath, pushing away the bad thoughts.

-Yes, I'm fine, just excited and a little nervous.

I didn't lie when I said that I was excited, I must say that going into combat is one of the things I most like to do. Cleaning the streets from bad guys and monsters was something very gratifying, it was why I studied and dedicated myself at the police academy, not to stay behind stacks and stacks of papers, doing TV interviews, trying to explain cases that were hard to solve, like the Maniac's. I smiled at Jacob, transmitting him confidence.

-You already know what to do, right? – everyone in the van nodded – Never, under any circumstance exchange shots in places where there may be civilians who are not our targets, even if it costs you your life.

-We don't have much time. – I heard Caio say.

-Alright, this operation will not be easy at all, after months of investigations and thanks to the inside information, today we are finally going to clean the Haiti area. I repeat, you already know what to do, keep the groups like in training and under no circumstances exchange shots near innocent people, even if it costs you your life.

-Even if it costs you your life. – Mark repeated with a vacant look.

-It will not be easy, but we'll succeed. When all this is over, we'll have a beer. – I smiled weakly and opened the double door of the van, getting out first, with two P228 in my hands. For safety, the Colt weighed on my back, and inside my combat boots I had a seal knife.

The backup was close behind, my team and I would enter ahead. Stupid matter of hierarchy, but even if it wasn't, I wouldn't do it any other way.

I could feel my heart racing. We walked to the warehouse, where perhaps today there would be a meeting of the major dealers of Miami. For months, special agents were infiltrated, for long torturous months, working for those filthy people, just to wait for the right time. And today was the right time, we couldn't waste it.

In slow steps I leaned against the big back door of the warehouse.

-Do they have men at the front? – I asked whispering to the man next to me, he nodded his head.

-What are you waiting for, then? – I asked impatiently and a little less than half of my men went to the front of the warehouse.

We surrounded the place with 35 men. Yes, this operation required all that, not to mention my team that was a total of 15.

Everyone was already in their proper positions, ones passing information to the others. Jacob motioned for the agents with tactical shields to go ahead. A short countdown started. My heart started to race like never, sweat trickled almost in slow motion down my face. I was never religious, but in this moment I asked God to protect us in this operation. I motioned for some of them to break the lock that separated us from the drug dealers.

-Cabello, everything's ready here out front. – I was informed by radio that they had "taken care of" the men at the front of the warehouse. The infiltrated men were inside, undercover, which would make things easier for us.

-Let's go. –I whispered to everybody through the radio.

As if in a blink of an eye, Jacob and I pushed the door with our feet so that it would open. When the big heavy door opened, Smith and his team entered first stealthily. Behind them was me and my team. All the damn dealers were in the middle of the huge warehouse separating drugs, there were women there too, helping them while others watched an old TV and checked the perimeter. I moved forward with my team, the place was big, there must be a lot of them. The scene was comical, they were many, but they were all wearing lab coats and rubber gloves, not to contaminate the drug.

-THIS IS THE MIAMI POLICE DEPARTMENT! – my voice echoed throughout the warehouse, making everyone move quickly to grab their guns – LOWER YOUR WEAPONS, THIS PLACE IS SURROUNDED, SURRENDER YOURSELF AND NO ONE WILL GET HURT!

The first shot was fired, hitting the shield of one of my agents. And without even realizing, a shooting started. There was a large table in the center where they had weapons, heavy guns, and those motherfuckers didn't stand on ceremony, they ran to the center and filled themselves with ammunition. I ran to a big cask on my left, no bullet had left my gun yet. Shouts and threats echoed through the environment, the euphoria was noticeable. One of the women ran past me, but I grabbed her, starting a close combat, which obviously I won, immobilizing and handcuffing her.

I took a deep breath, sweeping the place with my eyes. A white nebula was present, some container with a lot of cocaine must have burst.

I stood up with my gun in hand, Jacob in front of me had started a close combat with one of the men. I approached and hit the man's head with my gun, seeing him fall unconscious.

-Thank you. – Jacob said with a weak smile. I grabbed a pair of handcuffs that were attached to my belt and threw them on top of the fallen man's back.

-Take care of this one. – I said and took off running towards a mysterious door. Half of the men were being pursued by the police officers.

Mark was with me, I on one side of the door and he on the other. I looked at the young man and counted to 3, when we got to 3 we broke down the door by kicking it. I entered with my gun already cocked. We saw 3 men and then we ran to the other side of the room, hiding behind a cask.

-This will not end well for you if you react. – I shouted so they could hear me, but a shot was fired at the cask, but luckily they missed it.

Then I got up quickly, coming across a tall African American man with a gun pointed at me. We kept eye contact for about five seconds, then his eyes fixed on the gun in my hand. That was my chance, for a split second I held my breath, I felt the sweat trickle down my forehead, and pulled the trigger. I didn't even have time to think if it was the right thing to do. The man fell in front of me, there was no doubt, he was dead. I rarely missed a shot. The other two men came out from where they were hiding and I heard another shot, this time it was Mark. He hit one of them, but didn't kill him. We ran towards the other fallen body.

-I hit his leg. – Mark said nervously and I nodded as I handcuffed the man who alternated between cussing and groaning. In a quick exchange of glances with Mark, I understood what he wanted.

-Cabello, we need to go down, Brow always stays in his office. – I just nodded.

Brow was one of the biggest drug dealers of Miami, and the Haiti area was his. Our steps were quick and stealthy, there were a lot of bodies on the floor, most were bad guys, some handcuffed and immobilized, and others in a large pool of blood, giving their last breaths. With my peripheral vision, I saw a figure surrounding us.

-MARK, WATCH OUT! – the shot fired grazed my agent's arm, quickly I shot the assailant, hitting his right leg. He fell to the floor, he wouldn't bother us anymore.

-SON OF A BITCH! – Mark exclaimed, placing his hand on the cut on his arm.

-Are you okay?

-Yes, come on, we don't have time, he's probably trying to escape already. – Mark warned me, starting to move. I just nodded and followed him.

We went down a big staircase inside the warehouse, coming across Brow's office door.

-Now. – Mark opened the door with his Benelli XM1014 cocked, we entered the room and saw Brow escaping through a hole on the wall.

We ran to the hole on the wall, it was pretty narrow. I got in the hole easily, but Mark couldn't get through.

-Dammit! Cabello, come back, let's go around.

-Mark, I dictate the rules here, I'll be safe, I'll continue through here and you go around. – Mark was looking at me worriedly, but didn't question me, just nodded – Do you know where this tunnel ends?

-Yes.

-Good. – I didn't wait for him to say anything else, I just left crawling as fast as possible.

That escape route was made especially for Brow to escape, only a few people could fit there. It was very well thought out. I was already getting tired, the end never arrived and the little oxygen there only worsened the situation. I made a small turn and from a far I spotted someone. It can only be him. I could already see the end of the tunnel. Brow got out through another hole, standing up. And I drew my gun, shooting his leg. This was my chance, I started crawling again. The sound of splashes on the floor indicated a heavy rain. I got out of the tunnel, receiving the heavy rain against my body. I stood up and looked around.

-Deputy!

The noise of the radio along with Mark's voice caught my attention. My eyes swept the ground, spotting trails of blood being erased by the rain.

-Mark, I'm going after him, I can't lose the trail. I shot that asshole's leg.

-Okay, Deputy, I'm coming. The warehouse has already been taken by our men, the transportation vans are on their way to take the dealers who were caught.

-Great.

My feet were running as fast as possible, following the practically erased trail. I began to feel my bulletproof vest weigh, which made it more difficult for me to move. Why did it have to rain right now?!

-We'll catch him, Cabello. – Mark said when he caught up with me.

We were running down a high hill, when I lost balance and rolled down, stopping only at the bottom of the hill. Everything was very quick, I didn't even have time to think, I fell hard on the ground, luckily I protected my head. I groaned in pain, that shit was really high. While I writhed in pain, Mark was already in front of me with his gun pointed at the man, who was looking around, trying to find an escape route. But the bottom of the hill led us straight to a dead end. Behind me there was a big door, to my left there was a huge wall and to my right, well, to my right was the hill from where I fell. I got up and pointed my gun at the man as well.

-This doesn't have to be difficult, throw your weapon towards me. – I said positioning myself in front of Mark.

-Why would I do that?

-If you don't want a bullet between your eyes, do as I'm telling. – I seethed through my teeth.

I was showing strength, I couldn't falter. My heart was pounding and my throat dry.

-I have nothing to lose. – the man said and it scared me, he had nothing to lose and had a gun pointed at me.

The thick drops of rain hurt when they got into contact with my face, but all the dirt was being washed away.

-We can make a deal if you surrender yourself without resistance. – the man looked thoughtful for a few seconds.

-SLOWLY! – Mark shouted as he watched the man place his gun carefully on the ground. I sighed in relief at the sight of him surrendering.

Brow kicked the gun towards us and raised his hands above his head. Mark looked at me and I nodded my head, putting my gun in its holster. The rain had left my bulletproof vest heavier than ever. With his gun pointed at the man, Mark slowly approached. And after grabbing my handcuffs, I approached him as well.

I felt my heart dropping when Brow kicked Mark between his legs and then hit his head against the wall. I hurried to grab my gun again, but it was in vain. As if in slow motion, everything around me disappeared, I felt my head hit the ground hard and my sight getting blurred. Brow was on top of me and I could barely breathe, when I heard a shot. Soon after, my body became lighter, I couldn't see clearly, but I felt him getting off me. An excruciating pain warned me that something was wrong, with trembling hands I touched where it hurt the most and lifted my hand to look at it. Blood. I touched the hurt spot again, closing my eyes instinctively when I felt a twinge. A groan of pain slipped through my lips. I turned to the side with my hand on my wound, the rain was hitting hard against my body nonstop. I forced my eyes and saw Mark lying down, he was waking up.

-Mark. – I tried to call him, but my voice was barely a whisper – Dammit, Mark. – I closed my eyes and a few tears of pain mingled with the water drops of the thick rain.

Mark got up slowly, he had his hand on his head, the blow was probably strong. He quickly looked around until his eyes fixed on me.

-CAMILA! – he shouted as he approached. I didn't say anything, just groaned as I applied some pressure in the wound on my abdomen.

-I need help here! – Mark said hurriedly to the radio in his hand.

-For the love of God, somebody help me. – he shouted as he was lightly stroking my wet hair. Thick tears started rolling down his face when he noticed that the radio was having problems due to the large amount of water that infiltrated it.

-Shhh. – I said looking down and seeing a considerable amount of blood mixed with water – Everything will... will be alright. – I tried to calm him.

-I... I'll go get help. Please don't close your eyes. – he said kissing my forehead and running out of my line of sight.

I was starting to get cold, my sight was more cloudy than expected, I felt weak, but the tears insisted on streaming down my face.

I was already about to pass out when I heard voices echoing in my head and hands holding me. Familiar faces and strange faces. A loud cry drew my attention, that meant that I wasn't doing very well. It was all a blur. At last, I felt my body lighter and the water was no longer hitting my body. The loud sound of a siren seemed like a great lullaby.

-Camila, stay with me. – said the familiar voice that my brain didn't bother to recognize.

-Camila, open your eyes.

That seemed to be the most difficult task that I was facing, keeping my eyes open, everything invited me to close them.

-Can you hear me? – that voice echoed for seconds and then, silence.

Nothing would change if I closed my eyes for a little while, right?

POV Lauren Jauregui

My sweaty body was on top of Stefany's, moving in a frantic pace. Until I felt my chest burning and the air leaving me. I tried to breathe, but it was in vain. My heart looked like it was being squeezed by strong hands, my legs buckled and my hands began to sweat. I couldn't control my body and let it fall anyhow on the mattress.

-Lauren, Lauren, are you okay? – the woman was shaking me and calling me, but all I could hear was the hollow sound coming out of my throat when, in vain, I tried to breathe.

A sudden anger settled in me, I wasn't being able to control my senses and that was pissing me off.

-LAURENNNN?

-I... I am... – a burning sensation in my body made my voice falter, my heart was pounding and my lungs ached due to lack of air, I closed my eyes tightly.

-Lauren, you are scaring me.

Fuck, her voice only worsened the situation, the will to stick my hand down her throat and rip her vocal cords was big. Sté's voice disappeared and the shaking stopped. I opened my eyes, taking a deep breath again, bringing me relief, as if in a burst of bubbles the air made itself present in me. I never felt my heart beat as fast as it was beating now, I was breathing fast, receiving the air gratefully. I closed my eyes, taking another deep breath, and a scent invaded my nostrils, along with a sequence of coughs that came out of my mouth. I got up from the bed quickly, coughing incessantly, my eyes started to water. I brought my hand to my throat in an attempt to relieve the pain and the coughing that wouldn't stop. That scent belonged to one person only. Camila.

It looked like a joke, but Camila's scent was ingrained in my nostrils. I dragged myself to the bathroom, still coughing, my body was shaking and sweating cold. The memory of the Latina came into my head. I brought my trembling hands to the bathroom's sink, filling it with water and splashing my face with it. The coughing was slowly stopping, but not the damn scent, it wasn't the scent of her perfume, but her natural scent. I turned around and left the bathroom, picking up my clothes and quickly putting them on. I need to get out of there, that scent was killing me. Fuck this. I turned abruptly, coming across Sté, who was wearing a wine-colored robe.

-I brought you a glass of water. – she said, handing it to me.

-You should've brought a glass of Whiskey.

-What happened? – she asked and images of the Deputy were still invading my mind. I brought my hands to my temples in an attempt to make it all go away.

-I'm not feeling very well. – I grabbed the glass of water and drank it at once – I'm going home.

-You don't want to stay? – Sté asked, touching my arm – Lauren, I'm worried about you.

-No, I'm sorry, I promise to make it up to you later. – I approached the blonde, sealing our lips quickly. I backed away and headed towards the exit, passing by the nightstand and grabbing my car keys.

When I stepped out of Stefany's house, I took a deep breath, I don't know if Camila's scent was still there or if it was my mind playing tricks on me. I entered my Volvo, slamming the door. A strange feeling was running through my body as my car drove through the streets of Miami. Maybe I was just tired.

I walked into my house, going upstairs to take a long bath. I entered the bathroom and turned on the bathtub's tap, letting the water fill it as I got undressed and served myself a strong drink. I added some bath salts and entered the bathtub, letting my body relax in the hot water that covered my body, leaving only my head and arms out. I reached out and grabbed the glass of Whiskey, taking a big sip. I closed my eyes, enjoying the bath salts, the Latina's scent was no longer present. I brought the already lit cigarette up to my lips, taking a drag, letting the nicotine burn my throat. What the fuck was that in Stefany's house? That question drummed in my head. The familiar ring of my phone caught my attention, and without opening my eyes I reached out and grabbed it, picking it up. It was already late.

-Hello?

-Lolo! – Sofi's choked voice made my eyes open – Camila...

My heart lurched, Sofia broke down and fell into tears, scaring me. I quickly sat up on the bathtub.

-Calm down, Sofi, please, tell what's happening. Was it Rob? Did Camila leave you alone again? – I got up from the bathtub, getting out of it – Stay where you are, I'm coming to get you.

-Lo, it wasn't Rob, it wasn't anybody, I mean it was somebody...

Dammit, Sofia. I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around my body.

-Sofi, for the love of God, tell me what's going on. – her crying was the only sound on the other side – Are you alone?

-Lauren.

-Dinah? Dinah, what the hell is going on?

-Sofi wanted to call you, but she couldn't say it... Lauren... – Dinah made a long pause and I didn't dare interrupt her, the woman's voice was choked as well – Camila was on a mission today and she was shot, she's in the hospital.

My phone slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. I blinked several times trying to assimilate everything.

"They say that when two souls find each other, what is highlighted first is not the physical appearance, but the similarity of the souls. They understand each other and miss each other, they get sad and feel each other's pain."

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NOTE: SOUL FREAKIN MATES!!! What do you guys think about that? Damn! I always cry in this chapter. Okay, since I'm a very nice person :P and I don't want y'all to suffer like I suffered, I only have one thing to tell you, DO NOT WORRY! EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT! Not now tho, in like 4 chapters XD But don't worry. Just be patient. Trust me.