Novels by workwumi

I was sure Greta had it out for me. Right across the room I could see her eyes even though she wore sunglasses. Everyone was sad, including me. Yes! I hated J but I didn't want him to die. It hurt me to see his body lifeless in the casket. It made me feel certain feelings. I could not react, I didn't want to. The entire room was in black, but nobody cried, not even Greta. "It's not your fault"Carlos Whispered to me but I knew I was apportioned blame for this, at least to his mother.I sighed as I paid my last respects to him and threw my flowers on his coffin. Turning around to walk away. I met glances with Greta. Even beneath her shades I could see the look of revenge in her eyes. I knew Greta, I knew her well.I made it to my car, but something felt odd as I turned to the passenger seat. I saw a note opened and it read……I will always love you- JI turn to the steering, and yelled"What kind of sick game is this!"I bang the steering, my chest swells with anger. Opening the door,

My feet were freezing, it was stone cold and it looked like we were going to freeze to death. Lily on my back, I could hear her whimpering. She was still in shock and so was I. A few moments back we were a happy family, I, Lily, Mama and Papa eating breakfast on the table. Mama had just baked bread and Lily was very excited about it. I wasn't sure whether to cherish the moments or not. But life was beautiful. Mama in the kitchen, there was a knock on the door, I didn't really take into account who they were but Papa had gone to open the door. In our old poor home there was a fire place where we made ourselves feel warm. It was a treasure, it stopped us from freezing to death on most winter nights. Everything was so perfect until I heard Papa scream "Miranda", Mama's name followed by a gunshot. Quickly, she rushed us through the back door and told us to run in her words "don't look back" confused but pushed with adrenaline, I held Lily's hand and ran as fast as I could run. Through

To be honest it felt good to put Greta in her place. She had done too much and now I wasn't going to take it.“Scarfaced is responsible for the treacherous killing and butchering we see in pictures and videos”“So Alfredo is just the name? He's actually harmless?”“From the looks of things yes”“Any weaknesses”“Yes, alcohol”“As expected”“You'd mistake him for an alcoholic but it's just an addiction he avoids”We both giggle“You know he's actually good looking, handsome I'd say”“So now you've got eyes for our mark”I stare at him sarcastically“Be serious, it's just… it's just umm”I get lost for words“A what?”Carlos mocks me with a laugh I clear my throat “It's just an observation. Thank. You”“You're welcome”The smirk around his lips comes to life.“So enough about my mark. Tell me about my cover. Who is Maria?”“Very simple. She is an Italian orphan who is loyal to her masters”“She sounds like a slave?”“She's supposed to be“Is that how Italians like it?”“That's how mob

Pictures of dead bodies clouded in front of my eyes. These images were terrifying. Agents that I respected, who worked for the agency butchered. Videos of them being tortured continually played for me to see, was the aim to fill me with fear? Alfredo De El was quite treacherous.“It's okay”I screamed, there was silence and awkward stares then they looked at me again. “Put it off, I've hard enough”Said it like I was giving up. Mumurs continued and the videos didn't stop. I heard screams. I couldn't take it. I just wanted to break loose and leave that place but I couldn't my hands were strapped to the chair. After a few more videos, one of the men standing there got a call, I couldn't hear what he was saying but I was extremely curious. After ending the call he walks up to and removes the straps on my hand. Immediately my hands are free, I use my leg to kick him in his crotch and hit him with a punch. The other two come for me and I swing my leg across the face of one while I I use m

I could tell the story of how a top agent had to play the role of maid to spy on one of the most feared Mafia bosses in the world. “Alfredo De El” I read his name out loud. I had never thought a mission was above me. The intense training it would take to maintain my cover because I couldn't risk getting caught. The moment my cover gets blown it would be the end of the road for me. I stood in front of the board once more looking at each of them eyeball to eyeball. The irony of this mission is was supposed to fail, not to survive, I mean I wasn't the only agent they had sent to try and penetrate the cartel and if I couldn't achieve the goal, I wouldn't be the last. “Before we set you off to your mission you're going to go through a specific type of training we call armoury”Greta said, I eyed her with the side of my eye. I hated more than I had ever hated anyone before. “I don't need any dumb training, I can do this by myself”I said folded my hands, Greta smirked while I felt a hand

I had made up my mind, I was going to leave the agency, after everything I had done for Greta. She picks J’s side, what was I expecting. I had already planned to travel somewhere in Europe, maybe Romania. I hadn't been there in about two years when I had gone to bury my foster mother. I needed the space. I had to meet the council to submit my resignation properly. Walking in, my eyes met with J’s. He stood at the extreme end of the office. He was the last person I wanted to see. I took in a breath and I felt someone patting my shoulder, quickly my instinct made me turn around to wrap my hands around whoever was standing behind. Unfortunately it was Carlos.“Hey, hey”He hastily said. Looking at the fear in his eyes, I felt disgusted with myself.“You don't have to be uptight with everyone”I removed my hands from around his neck, he was right though. I didn't have to cut everyone off.“I'm sorry, it's the paranoia, I couldn't sleep last night”“The caffeine is kicking in?”“No, it's