Warning: mature content.FallonI never expected to go anywhere near New York before my mission was finished, but here I am, boarding our private plane. To make things worse, Jett plans to stay in Manhattan, where the HQ is. Do I visit? No. I'm with Jett. It's a ridiculous idea. I shouldn't do much when he's with me, seeing as I'm Fallon Rios and not Agent Hawk. It's only been barely 3 months since I started my mission. I never expected to have progressed this fast. Then again, I secured a significant role in the mafia. The mafia's mistress. Did Director Morris expect me to penetrate this deep into the mafia? It's unlikely. But this is the perfect mission to prove that I'm Agent Frenier and Dahlia's daughter. I'm just as good at spying as they were. "We're here..." My eyes fluttered open with the gentle tugging of the person beside me. We were still in the private plane, but he pointed to the window beside him. I looked over and saw the city's tall buildings over the clouds. I hadn
Fallon"Can you tell me more about your childhood?" I quietly whispered as I traced his chest. His embrace on my waist tightened, pulling me closer to him. Currently on the bed and just fresh out of the shower, we're embraced in each other's arms—resting. "There was one time when we visited New York, I got lost and separated from my parents." I thought he wouldn't want to share anything more because he was uncomfortable but I was wrong when he started to talk."I was twelve then, maybe eleven? I don't remember. But what I remember was reaching a dirty alley shouting my parents' names and some thugs told me to shut up. I got angry and I thought I could stand up to them because they were all skinny guys and were probably homeless. They had tattoos and scars all over them but I was already receiving training then. But I was wrong, so so wrong..." He chuckled. "Did you get beaten up?" I worriedly asked. "Yeah, real bad," he said and nodded."I provoked them and they beat me until I fel
FallonA few weeks ago, I sent a coded message to Fox through the Elite Ai and asked for an in-depth profile of Rio Trafaller.When it arrived, I realized he was a foxy hitman. He worked under powerful people but betrayed them later on. He accepted jobs that could mean your life if you slipped, and most importantly, he has a son. I vaguely remembered the conversation Jett and Ross had, where Ross said Jett put his son in a coma which explains why Trafaller's moves are monitored by the mafia because he might go back for retaliation. But Trafaller did a job for Jett. And the taboo name in the bar that Trafaller's loyal to, I have to find that out now. With my pistol hidden deep in my coat, I sat comfortably in the cab's backseat. Fox included Trafaller's current location in the files he sent and I found out he's staying in Manhattan, which I was indecisive about how to go to until Jett suggested we go to New York to... get a breather. Good timing. "Yes, just turn left there," I order
FallonMy father was a renowned agent. He was on par with the Director and would've been the Director had he not died. He was righteous, courageous, and most of all, full of love. That was what put him to his demise—his love for my mother who was failing in her solo mission. I remember vividly what the Director explained to me when he broke the news. Father abandoned his mission to save my mother. There, they both died in the shootout. So, his mission was this? The same as mine? Did the Director plan this? To make his daughter continue what was left unfinished? I scoffed. Ridiculous.I looked up at Matt and saw his deep frown. I said, "Did you know why my father joined the Rios mafia?"I did not tell Matt when we were young that my parents were spies working for the FBI. He just knew they had important jobs because they were always away. I wonder if that's still the case now. "No. He was already there when I joined. All he told me was someday he'll be there when the mafia falls and
Jett"I didn't know you could cook," she said as she watched me flip a bacon. With a laugh, I replied, "I grew up in a Latino household where cooking is a basic skill. Everyone has to know how to cook or else you're a disapointment." "Really? Then why do you never cook at home?"I shrugged. "Well, we have private cooks that are trained and certainly more credible to cook than me. And I am always busy with work so I have no time to do house errands." I answered more of her questions and it entertained me while I cook, but the thought never left my mind—she lied again. She lied about looking for her half-siblings. The tracker I placed on her showed her location 24/7. When my men went to interview the desk lady, she told us Fallon went looking for her 'Tinder match' in the name Rio Trafaller. Ridiculous. She doesn't even have Tinder on her phone. Who is Rio Trafaller to her? Her lover? Or a relative? Or a comrade? I thought me saying 'I love you' to her would rub on her conscience a
JettThe woman was too stunned to speak. I let her mind register my words and once she did, she let out a gasp. I was slightly caught off-guard when she surveyed me from head to toe, still wearing that suggestive gaze. If ever she was threatened by my identity, she's handling it well."Jett... Rios. Your identity was never documented, but I've heard you were a glorious man. Though I never expected you to be so..." Her gaze met my eyes. "Breathtaking."I chuckled bitterly. "You meet the man who killed your husband and the first thing you do is.. compliment him?"Naya McConney shrugged. "Oliver was not a loyal husband anyway. We did not live together for the entirety of our marriage, of course, I understand why he was... entertaining other women. And when he died, I felt a little bad—but in our line of work, death is honorary because it was for the country."I smirked. "Was it a contracted marriage?"She nodded without hesitation."So, it seemed he had other reasons in mind when he begg
FallonJett lost consciousness almost immediately after returning. His guard told me he already lost a lot of blood and I realized simple first aid won't do. I looked up at the guard I summoned and asked, "Could you please contact our private doctor?" He nodded and left without a word. Sighing, I looked down at the unconscious man beside me. Do I take this chance to kill him? I wonder. I must've done a good job earning his trust and love if he's comfortable being this vulnerable in front of me. My Hawk side was telling me to grab the medical scissors in the kit and just stab him, but another side of me was strongly against it. Sighing, I let it be and cradled him gently until the guard returned. Feelings are so complicated. Love is so difficult. Why can't I choose who to fall in love with? Why him? My heart should remain only for Jaguar. Yet why do I not see Jaguar's face in him anymore? I looked up and saw the guard scurry to us with a man in a white coat. "Good day, madame, I
FallonI didn't want to admit it, but I was rendered speechless. Our relationship is now beyond a contracted marriage. We both knew it but none was willing to admit it, until now. No, you're not being delusional. I want it too. But I couldn't possibly say that, even if I try to lie. "W-What are you talking about...?" I mumbled instead. I looked down, avoiding his fiery gaze. "Let's- Let's just sleep."I thought he'd push the topic but I was surprised when he sighed and agreed. "You're right. This must be the fever talking. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, Corazon."I remained quiet, his questions still lingering in my mind. I'm getting too attached. I know my mission is to do exactly so but I couldn't help but feel like this group is growing on me. Nevertheless, I will not stop thinking of their wrongdoings and use that to convince me that they're evil people. Evil people... I'm currently snuggling, warm and comfortable in bed, with the leader of such evil people. He has s
“One hundred! One hundred going once…” The auctioneer’s voice echoed inside the art studio, but it was slowly zoning out from a young man’s ears as he stared intently at the painting getting auctioned. “Going twice… No more? And…sold! Item 34 sold to Number 456 for 100,000 dollars!”Sebastian never imagined himself in an auction, better yet coming home with a bought item. He smiled and sat through the rest anyway, keeping his number on his lap. He’ll only auction for that one painting since all he needs is the experience for their next big assignment.After the auction, he went to the cashier to pay for the item and he was guided backstage to claim it. He thanked the cashier curtly, maintaining as minimal eye contact as possible, and pulling his black fedora hat lower as he picked up his item.It was an original painting by an international artist. It was half his size and had a simple but deep drawing. Sebastian sighed and left the auditorium with the painting. This can be his birthd
In a quiet neighborhood by the north, where a recent historical moment took place, lived a small family of three. One was a diligent mother who works a daily 9-5 in an elementary school as a teacher, one was an elementary student son that’s most usually dubbed as a prodigy, while one was a seemingly simple yet mysterious father that works in a vulcanizing shop fixing and cleaning cars…but hides a dark past.These three people live quietly together, but one intrusive thought keeps one of them at night. Lylia lays awake and is almost always kept up at night by this one question: when will he pop the question?They’ve only been together for only over a year, but at the rate of things, they should reach another level in the relationship soon. So why is he taking so long?---One day during their routinely trips to the mall and department stores, Matt leaned on a wall outside as he waited for Lylia to finish shopping inside a female department store. Matt’s eyes caught sight of a petite wo
Warning: mature content.Enya, better known as Agent Leo, was a cheerful woman in one of the most dehumanizing jobs in the world. She’s heard she doesn’t fit in her job almost every day, but that doesn’t stop her from climbing the ranks and carrying out orders from the higher-ups. With her special unit, found family, she’s living inside her bubble of principle and a very private lifestyle.She’s been pretty satisfied with her life. Although, if there’s one thing she feels short of, it’s friends and acquaintances. She does not have the luxury to participate in social functions often, limiting her social life. Which meant, the people she knows are either from work or her relatives. Which also meant, she is deprived of one of the most elating privileges of an adult life—romance.Her life lacks romance.So she’s ended up with one of the most risky settings, she agreed in a friends with benefits arrangement. Now, she’s in a complicated estrangement with none other than her unit leader—Will
How far can you go for your dreams?How much are you willing to sacrifice?For Belle Alcazar, she can go as far as possible. She can sacrifice as much as she can. Growing up, the mestiza beauty was determined to fight for justice. But could she possibly sacrifice the love of her life, Aster Fernandez?While she was conflicted, Aster was sure to never let her go. The only things in life he values are the mafia and her. He cannot see a life without her. But she just had to choose to be a cop. And he just had to be a mafia member.When duty calls, will you answer at the cost of your love?---Belle was nine-year-old, swinging at their local park, when she saw a boy being pushed around by other kids.It was a wimpy kid circled around by tall, intimidating boys. They were pushing him around until he finally fell to the ground. It was almost an instinct for Belle to stand up and march towards them, witnessing such a blatant example of injustice. Her golden-brown locks bobbed as she purposef
Note:This is the last chapter. Thank you to everyone who made it to this point! It has been quite the journey ^^ It took us a few months and a lot (I mean a lot) of mental breakdowns and writer’s block. Nevertheless, it was fun to tell Jett and Fallon’s story. This book has a lot of errors, I’m sure, but I made it with full sincerity and honestly enjoyed the journey to the end. I will edit it if I’m allowed, but please bear with the errors for now. ^^Please do not be shy to drop your thoughts, sentiments, and/or feelings, that you wanted to express while reading in the comments. I will be happy to see you guys and interact with you (if it’s possible) in the replies. The chapters that will follow will be special chapters for our precious side characters. For now, please enjoy this chapter of Jett’s perspective.---She used to be a walking mystery. An enigma. Holding onto her was like holding onto a double-edged sword. When he first saw her, he never thought she would be the woman t
Warning: mature content.On a private island in Jett’s homeland in Madrid, lived a small family of three. It was a secluded island with only one mansion of marble and glass standing by the beach.From its lounge, a woman sat with crossed legs and a warm cup of coffee on her lap, watching the rising sun from the horizon of the sea. Her pin-straight black hair draped over her shoulders as her freshly returned bangs gently swayed over her forehead, inhaling the sweet morning dew. Her satin robe slipped and showed her smooth legs as she crossed her legs, letting the cold air seep into her nakedness under the robe. She paid it no mind and continued to appreciate the serenity the new dawn offered.Ah, this is the best retirement life she could’ve ever asked for, the woman thought.After years of constantly glancing over her shoulder, keeping her guard up, and longing for someone, finally, it’s all over. To live a life of languid and slow-living. To live without any reservations and … to ha
“…Therefore, the judge’s verdict shall be…”Warren Mongarde, who was once a mighty powerful man in a suit, looked as if he aged so much after a few weeks in trial. Cuffed and unshaved for days, he looked forlorn and misunderstood, to appeal to the jury.But it was all for naught when he heard it.“Guilty.”And the judge slammed his gavel decisively.Guilty. Such a small word for such a big thing.He knew his life would change drastically from here on out. It was inevitable. But for his age, he’d say he’s achieved enough. He’s already been the President of the US; is there anything more he can achieve to top that?So he laughed. He laughed loudly, his voice resonating in the court. All eyes were on him, but he continued to laugh. Their once dignified President now looked like a crazed serial killer who had just been sentenced to a life sentence.He doesn’t care anymore.Maybe, if he was given the chance to exact revenge…but he’s too old for that. He’s past his prime. He can’t even prop
FallonI was on the stairs of the jet when they pointed a gun at us. When I turned, I saw a Jaguar with a gun. Behind him were Leo, Rhino, and Panda. They all wore serious faces. I involuntarily gulped.From in front of the airport, I heard the cops’ sirens and sounds of shots being fired. Matt must be shooting them down as we speak.I put Sebby down and whispered, “Go inside.”“But Mama…”“Go.” I cut him off. “Mama will follow, I promise.”Sebby hesitantly entered the jet. Jett, who was also in the process of climbing, stared at Sebby with quiet reassurance. Once he was inside, I pulled out my gun. The pistol is in the hidden compartment with the silencer. I can’t believe my last use of this would be towards my colleagues. I roamed around the hangar and found one of its CCTVs.Jaguar found out what I was looking at and said, “It’ll only be hijacked for one minute more. We took too long.”“I see,” I said and locked eyes with all of them. My arm holding the gun was trembling. Everyone
FallonI watched Jett stagger backward and cough up blood.The man laughed, a mocking laughter. It irked me. Subconsciously, I was in the air and my feet connected to the side of Rhino’s head. My body twisted and delivered a clean flying kick to his head. It was over before I knew it, and the six-foot-tall giant was already clutching his head and groggy. I didn’t mean to attack one of them like that…but after I saw Jett and heard the man’s derisive laugh, I guess I lost it. “That’s all you got?”I heard a sneer from behind. Realizing what I’d done, I sent an apologetic gaze to Rhino who was still dazed and visibly disoriented. “Looks like you’ve lost your touch.”“Why don’t you come at me, then?”The man chuckled and walked toward us, provoked.“Fine.”I backed away, giving them space to fight. Jett was only barely taller than him, and the man was more buff. Jett was in his stance. The latter was standing upright, relaxed.I thought he’d go on the defense, but after Jett’s first pun