𝐢𝐯. 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

                            𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 light switch on, the old bulb ― flickering, before totally lightening the room up. The brunette sighed, running her fingers through her hair ― as she threw her keys on the table. 

Her eyes fluttered shut as she tried to focus on her breathing ― she knew she was in danger, but who could she really go too? No one, she thought bitterly as she opened her blue eyes and laced her fingers together as she leaned her hip against the table.

Her phone started buzzing from her back pocket ― and her eyebrows furrowed, no one should be calling at this time of night, "Agent Rico." She speaks, as she answers the phone ― heavy breathing. Not a good sign.

"Raisa?" Ivanna's voice came through her phone, and the girl almost stumbled backwards ― not only had it been so long since she had been called the name, it was that it was her little sister calling her. 

"Iva. You should not be calling this number." Avery hisses lowly, as she clenches her fist beside her hip. "If dad finds out, your dead." Avery speaks, slowly un-clenching her fists. Ivanna, on the other side of the phone, had a gun pointed to her head. 

"He won't." Ivanna speaks, "You're in serious danger, Ray." She said, using Avery's old nickname ― and Avery ran her hand over her face, and irritated sigh came out of her mouth as she listen to her sister. 

"I know, Iva." She muses, gnawing on her lip ― she knew that Iva would never call her, unless she was being threatened by someone. "Look, why don't you come meet me?" Avery speaks, pursing her lips ― she needed to get that person out of the house ― otherwise Iva was going to get killed. 

"15 Brown street." She speaks, as she pulls something out of the table, in a small, gold box was a charm necklace. It was on that she had gotten from her ex fiancee, and her brother ― a joint birthday present she got when she was eighteen ― just days before her brothers' murder. 

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                   𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 her light was off, and that her gun was located on her lap ― in case the guy that was threatening her sister decided to come, which she knew one of them would. The door slammed down, and a female ― about 37 stood by the door frame.

"Jesus Iva!" Avery snarled, her lip curling as she flicked on her lamp as she stood up. "How the hell did you get the male away from you?" She asked, as she walked up to her sister ― and cupped her cheeks in her hands to make sure there was no injuries. 

"Where the hell have you been for 21 years." She snapped, pushing Avery away. "God! You faked your death, Raisa ― or whatever the hell your name is now." Ivanna speaks, shaking her head ―  as she looked at Avery with betrayal. 

"I couldn't stay in the place, where I knew that the truth was that Arlo's killing was not retaliation."  Avery speaks, as she turns around ― walking back to the table, and places her gun down next to her holster. 

"So, an FBI agent." Ivanna spoke, and Avery pursed her lips. "I'm proud, but not our parents." Ivanna spoke and Avery let out a snarky laugh. Ivanna rolled her eyes, she knew behind her fake name ― the same person she had known 21 years ago, was still there. 

She was still her sister, "Of course our parents aren't." Avery spoke, "I'm an FBI agent, a total 360 degree turn from what we are, what they live for, what I don't live for anymore." Raisa spoke, and a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Raisa, I'm proud. I always will be." She says, clasping her sisters shoulder in her hand. That's when Avery noticed the wedding band on her finger, and her eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, yeah." Ivanna spoke, rubbing her arm. 

"Who managed to pull the elusive Ivanna Shayk into their arms?" Avery teased, and she let out a small laugh ― and closes her eyes, images of her good law abiding husband. Her eyes slowly opened, before floating down to her necklace. 

"You still wear it?" Ivanna questioned, her eyes softening at the thought of Arlo ― as Avery clasped the necklace in her hands. "I miss him," Ivanna mused, pushing her lips together as a single tear rolled down her cheek. 

"I miss him too, Iva." She spoke, letting the cold metal ― fall against her pale neck once more. "But I don't wear it as often as I should, because." Avery speaks, and Ivanna caught on.

"Then everyone would know that you didn't die in that fire." Ivanna spoke, pursing her lips. "the guy, Gabriel ― likes to be called Gabe is my husband." She says, a small ―  fond smile, erupted on her lips, and Avery smiles.

"That's good," Avery says, before a knock on the door caused both sisters to look at each other. "Bedroom, go." She says, as Avery picks up her gun ―  Ivanna scoots towards the bedroom, near the back of the apartment. 

She silently, made her way towards the door and looked through the peephole, and she sighed ―  at the familiar face.