LOGINI 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 not coffee” I lower my tone to a whisper “It's Greta. I feel she has people watching my house and every move I make. It's driving me nuts” Carlos whispers back “She is” He hugs me tightly. “I respect you if you want to leave. It's your choice. They call you sensitive but I think you act with your intuition” “What about Greta?” “What if she tries to stop me?” “She can't, the entire council makes the final decision” “You know how Greta is powerful, I don't feel safe” “Who are you?” I and Carlos have these games we play especially when we're about to embark on a mission. He would ask me. Who are you and my reply would be “I am Octavia, the best agent in the game. I fear no man or woman especially… Greta” I needed that. Carlos hugged me and then led me into the meeting room. Where I would offer my resignation letter. And be free or so I thought. Entering the room brought in memories, if I can remember I had only been there twice. The day I was certified an agent and the day I was given a higher rank, today I wanted to leave this all behind. I needed a break. Each of them sat down and signaled me to come forward “Octavia, you have summoned the council” “Yes, I have. I wish to resign” Silence enveloped the entire room for about three minutes. Finally a voice spoke up and it was Greta's “Octavia Liliad, when you first came here you were helpless, pathetic and simply disgusting to look at” I felt a rage burn up in my chest, I wanted to speak, I wanted to fight but I remained silent. “We took you in, trained you, gave you a reason to live and now… you want to leave us just. Like. That.” She said with a wicked grin. I took a deep breath and defended myself. “Alot has happened I would like to take a break and evaluate my actions” “Nonsense” Greta yelled. This made me angrier and I wanted to scream. I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck till she passed out. But I held my cool. “I think you have forgotten, you signed a contract when you got here” She throw a document at me, I picked it up and read it. And tears filled my eyes. It was as though the ground should open up and consume me. I forgot about this document. Going through it, I saw that I had three years left. “So you see, you can't just resign” Greta folded her arms. And smirked. She was right. I was short sighted but I was angry. There was murmuring and somehow I knew it wasn't going to be good. Then a voice finally spoke up. “Due, to your lack of comprehension and judgment and behavioral misconduct, as an agent of this facility you're going to stripped of your privileges and punished” I understood what they said but they still hadn't said anything yet. Greta then spoke to interpret what they had meant “What this means is that. You're going to be punished and sent on a mission of exile for the remaining three years you have to serve the agency” “Mission of exile” I had heard that before. Carlos told me it's when agents are sent off to long term missions which may risk their lives and in most cases it was a way of punishing agents who tried to escape or did something that angered the council. I know I was wrong but I didn't deserve this. Not at this point. I felt worse than I had ever felt. The pain resonated with the way J had made me feel when I saw him and Velma. “No, you can't do this to me” I protested but Greta laughed out loud, a mischievous laughter that echoed the entire room. How could she do this to me. After everything. “You see, your behavior and ungratefulness has pushed us to the limit. If you refuse to go. Your little sister in Romania pays the price. So choose?” She threw a document to me. I picked it up and looked at her. I wanted to kill her. I wanted to hurt her so bad. I ran out of the room and left the agency. I went to the balcony of a cafe I loved to go to anytime I came back from missions. Standing there felt like fresh air, the view felt different. But today I felt like I couldn't breathe despite being alive. I couldn't cry despite the tears in my eyes. I felt like a free prisoner. Standing there scattered in my thoughts a voice interrupted me. “I told you, you were too emotional and sensitive. If only you worked on that. You wouldn't be here today” It was Greta “Why won't you leave me alone” “One, you have to potential to be me and run this agency” I revolted “I will never be you, I can never be this heartless” “Two, I think you're perfect for my position” “You're absolutely crazy, do you know that?” She laughs, then removes a cigarette from her bag and lights it. “Crazy, heartless, wicked all names I've heard before. I was once like you. Emotional and not very intellectual but all that changed when I had J. His father who was the love of my life had left me for another woman. It was just me and J. Homeless, I was brought into the agency by an old friend. I trained and became an agent just like you. Traded my emotions for courage. I felt nothing and attacked when I was asked” I was moved to pity by listening to Greta but what was the use. “I don't want to hear your sob story” “Me too, but… when I first saw you. I saw me. Hopeless and rejected. I took you and trained you. Gave you more than I was given. I thought you used your brain but you didn't” “Greta you don't care about me, the only person you care about is your son” “You're right, I am nothing but a mother” “So why this?” “I want you to be strong like me or worse so I'm sending you on the toughest mission I haven't sent you on before” We exchanged glances, she let out puffs of smoke from her mouth. Mine was hateful and filled with anger, hers was calm and witty. She knew I couldn't touch her even if I wanted to. “I love how you keep your emotions in check, you'll need it for this mission” She threw her burnt out cigarette to the floor and stepped on it. Holding up my chin and looking into my eyes she whispered “You're going to work for Alfredo De El” And that was when I knew how dangerous my mission truly was.OctaviaThe water rippled as he emerged from the pool, and my breath caught in my throat.Alfredo pushed his wet hair back from his face, water streaming down his broad shoulders, carving paths over the ridges of his chest and stomach. His body was a map of power, every muscle defined but not ostentatious, the kind of strength earned through action rather than vanity. The afternoon sun caught the droplets on his skin, making him look almost golden.God help me.I was supposed to be gathering intel. The study was two floors up, his private safe combination hidden in a book I had spotted days ago. Carlos was probably losing his mind wondering where I was or thinking I was dead. The agency needed evidence that would bring this entire empire crashing down.Instead, I stood frozen at the poolside window like a lovestruck teenager, watching the man I was supposed to destroy dry himself with a towel. He caught me staring.A slow smile spread across his face, that devastating smile that made
AlfredoThe bunker had served its purpose, but I could not hide her forever. Three days. Three days of watching Maria sleep, of taking care of her and telling myself that the world outside could burn for all I cared. Three days of peace I had never known.But I was Alfredo De El. And a king who abandons his throne does not remain king for long. The morning we emerged, I had already sent word ahead. Every captain, every lieutenant, every made man who mattered was to assemble in the main hall of the mansion by noon. No excuses. No delays. Failure to appear would be treated as insubordination.I dressed carefully that morning in a charcoal suit, perfectly tailored, my hair slicked back, my jaw clean-shaven. The man in the mirror looked every inch the mafia boss. Cold. Commanding. Unshakeable.Inside, I was anything but.Maria stood at the window of the safe house, watching the sun rise over the estate. Her bruises had faded to sickly yellows and greens, but she still moved carefully, pro
AlfredoShe said yes.I replayed the words in my head as I lay beside her in the narrow bunker bed, her hand still wrapped in mine, her breathing finally slow and even with sleep. I'll stay. I'll be yours. Three days ago, I had been drowning in a sea of loneliness and obligation, convinced that my life would consist of nothing but shipments and meetings and the cold emptiness of my mansion at night. Three days ago, I had never tasted real hope.Now, watching the soft rise and fall of Maria's chest beneath the thin blanket, I felt something I had forgotten existed. Peace. I didn’t care if she was a spy or not. Whether she worked with the feds or FBI. She could be the death of me, for I cared.Her face was still bruised, still marked by what Scarfaced had done to her. The sight of those injuries made my blood boil even now. When I found her collapsed against that tree, bloody and broken, something inside me had shattered. I had carried her through the forest with a single thought pou
OctaviaHis lips were still on mine, soft and demanding all at once, when my brain finally caught up with my body.This is wrong.Watching him confess his feelings for me wasn’t something I signed up for. How was this going to look for me, a top world class spy?I pulled back, my hands pressing against his chest. The fabric of his shirt was warm beneath my palms, and I could feel his heartbeat racing beneath my fingertips. Fast and desperate. Real."Alfredo, stop."He didn't move away. His forehead stayed pressed against mine, his breath mixing with my own. Those deep brown eyes searched my face with an intensity that made my stomach flip."I can't stop," he whispered. "I've tried. God knows I've tried. You're in my head, Maria. Every moment of every day. When I'm giving orders, I hear your voice. When I'm in meetings, I see your face. When I close my eyes at night..." He swallowed hard. "You're there."My heart hammered against my broken ribs. Maria. He still called me Maria. He still
AlfredoShe slept for nearly fourteen hours.I barely left her side, watching the rise and fall of her chest, counting each breath like it was a gift. The bandages she had on were already soaked. I had made sure that the doctors didn’t leave her side throughout the entire night. I wanted to be safe by all means.Now, as the first light of dawn filtered through the bunker's small reinforced window, she finally stirred. Her icy grey eyes fluttered open, finding mine immediately. Even swollen and bruised, even with the split lip and the dark circles carved beneath her eyes, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen."Alfredo," she whispered, my name sounding strange on her lips. Not *sir*. Not *master*. Just my name.I moved from the chair to the edge of the bed, the old mattress dipping under my weight. "You're alive.""Barely."We sat in silence for a long moment. Somewhere above us, the world was burning. My empire looked like it was crumbling. And none of it mattered because s
OctaviaPain had become my entire world.Scarfaced’s knife traced another slow line across my skin, shallow but deliberate, designed to hurt without killing me too quickly. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from screaming, tasting fresh blood. My body was a map of bruises and cuts. Every breath sent fire through my broken ribs. I had lost track of how long I had been in this basement, chained to the metal chair like an animal.“You are tougher than I expected,” Scarfaced said, wiping the blade on a cloth. “But everyone breaks eventually. Tell me who you really work for, and I might end this quickly.”I lifted my head with the last bit of defiance I had left. “Go to hell.”He smiled, that jagged scar twisting grotesquely. He reached for the blowtorch again.Suddenly, loud alarms blared through the underground facility. Red emergency lights flashed. Scarfaced’s head snapped toward the door as frantic footsteps pounded outside.“What the fuck is happening?” he barked into his radio.“Bos
The slowest flight I ever had. I tried not to think, for the first time in years I was going on a mission alone. Arriving at the capital I had promised myself to leave all the emotions behind. There was no Carlos, no team just me. Arriving at the village, a small town in Italy, it was very subur
Quickly, I bend my head to hide my face but he seems infuriated."You don't speak?"His voice thunders back at me. Slightly I get infuriated and disgusted. If I was well within my rights I would have attacked him but I didn't. I knew the complications of doing anything that would question my identi







