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Freddie pointed the gun at the back of the man's head. He turned to Camilla again, his eyes asked her if she was sure he was the one. Camilla frowned and nodded affirmatively. Her heart was already beginning to pound so loud, it was a miracle the man in the warehouse had not heard it.

Immediately - and without hesitation - Freddie pulled the trigger and fired the gun.

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15 MINUTES EARLIER
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Camilla and Freddie had followed the sound of the shooting, past the bushes, down to an old warehouse. They found two cars parked in front of it and Camilla recognized one of the cars as the one Antonio had driven. Freddie continued to watch his best friend lead the way to the side of the building. As they hid at the back of an old Honda truck, they peeked around the warehouse, just to make sure that there were no guards or anything of that sort around.

"I really do not know why we have to do this, Camilla. How do we know he is in there?" Freddie spoke and Camilla did not have to look at him to reply.

"I know he is in trouble. He is here, I can feel it. Come on, let's take a closer look." She replied stubbornly. She started to move away from their cover, but Freddie held her back.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He whispered. Camilla stared down at her best friend and eyed him furiously.

"We do not know how long we have until a second gun shot is fired. Come on, Freddie."

Freddie sighed and reached out for his cellphone in his pocket. Camilla watched him with keen eyes.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

Freddie did not answer her until he dialed a number and pressed his phone to his right ear. He leaned his back against the trunk of the old truck, fighting hard to steady his breathing.

He felt like an unprepared soldier ready to rush into the battlefront of World war two. He would not have been here, he would not have been in the middle of what looked like a tropical forest - he had not even known that such places existed in LA - with a gun in his hands if he didn't love her.

Camilla hissed and turned away from him.

"Hurry up then." She snapped.

He shook his head and replied to the officer he was speaking to. He did not know where they were, but he was able to give a significant landmark.

"We will do what we can and let you know the rest." Freddie replied, before he ended the call. He turned to Camilla who had her eyes fixed on him.
"So?"
Freddie sighed.
"I spoke to a detective friend of mine. We can't wait for them to show up, so we will do what we can before then." He replied.

Something in his heart warmed up when he saw Camilla's eyes light up with a smile. She threw herself into his arms and embraced him. She allowed herself to melt into his skin and Freddie welcomed her with open arms.

He knew that he would always welcome her with open arms no matter how far she went. He loved her too much to let her know pain, or worry about anything.

He had loved her from the first day she smiled at him and he knew he would always love her. Whether she saw him as a best friend or brother did not matter.

"Okay, that's enough. We have a billionaire to save." He mumbled against Camilla's forehead. She pulled herself away from him and chuckled.

"Of course. Let's go."

With their heads low, they ran from the back of their car to the side of the warehouse. Both man and woman placed their backs flat against the wall. Freddie started to tiptoe to the door with his back still flat, and Camilla - even though she was scared to her bones - followed him behind.

When Freddie got close enough to peep into the room, he fought the dire urge to chuckle.

Who the hell left the door open when they were trying to kill someone?

Camilla appeared at his back and peeped into the room, while standing beside Freddie.

She found mister Ivan tied to a chair, the smell of petrol hit her nostrils immediately. Camilla flung herself backwards, and Freddie pressed his left hand to her stomach, to calm her down.

Camilla found it hard to breathe.

Everything she had seen in the dream, including the man that was pointing a gun at him, was happening for real! If she did not come, mister Ivan would not have survived.

It was only a dream. She could have passed it up as a dream, but she chose to listen to the voices in her head. And they led her here, to him!

"Are you alright?"

"Shoot him, the man standing." She blurted out. Her jaw clenched in anger and her fists rolled into tight balls beside her.

Freddie narrowed his eyes on her.
"The man standing?" He whispered.

"Yes, that one. Do it now."

Freddie pulled out the weapon in his pocket and peeped into the room. He took one step forward, followed by another step. Camilla carefully followed him behind.

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and dropped to the sides of his nose.

Freddie pointed the gun at the back of the man's head. He turned to Camilla again, his eyes asked her if she was sure he was the one. Camilla frowned and nodded affirmatively. Her heart was already beginning to pound so loud, it was a miracle the man in the warehouse had not heard it.

Immediately - and without hesitation - Freddie pulled the trigger and fired the gun.

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Ivan waited for the shock, he knew the shock often came before the pain, then the blood followed until you lost consciousness.

But the shock did not come, nor did the pain. His eyes only widened when he saw Ian drop to the ground.

Slowly, Ivan raised his head to the door. The moment his eyes locked with hers, Ivan felt his heart leap out of his chest.

The man beside her walked further into the room. He looked down on the ground and shook his head. The three bodies on the floor were out cold. He lowered himself and picked the guns on the ground.

"Help! Somebody! Help!" A female child's voice called from a door no one had noticed.

Camilla turned in the direction of the voice. The little girl's voice must have attracted Freddie too. He left the dead body on the floor and rushed to the door when he heard the voice.

While he did that, Camilla dashed to mister Ivan. Her heart was still racing in her chest, even as she dropped to her knees in front of him.
With shivering hands, she touched his bruised face. Despite the injuries, he was still unbelievably handsome.

She continued to cry uncontrollably. Her fingers traced every inch of the skin of his face. Dried blood stuck to the sides of his nose, she sniffed and tried to wipe it off.

"We called the police. They are on their way."

"You came." Ivan spoke, his voice and tone were both weak, but she managed to hear him.

Camilla continued to sniff repeatedly, she managed a small laugh when she arranged his scattered brows with her thumbs.

Freddie pulled open the door and found a girl and a little baby boy hidden in a small room. He hurried to pick the boy up, before he moved to the shivering girl.

Camilla chuckled as she stared at him.

"Don't you remember, mister Ivan? I promised I'll never leave."