The Undercover Cadet's Bloody Romance

It wasn’t until late into the evening that I finally got to bed. I had to get up early in the morning but, like most nights, I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned in bed, then I gave up, flipping on my bedside light. I reached into my bedroom cabinet, pulling out a photo that was creased in the middle because of how many times I’d folded it over after looking at it. It was of my father and I at a courthouse the day he officially adopted me. I took a deep breath and tried to keep the tears at bay, but I couldn’t. I put my head in my hands and allowed myself to fall into the consuming grief that I’d been carrying with me ever since I heard the news that my father was shot. As I cried, I thought about the first day I met him…I was fourteen when my mother died. She was a stripper that went by Candy Cane and her signature song was Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt. I didn’t have a typical childhood, spending most of my nights in the dancer’s dressing room.One of my first memories

As Daniel took off his shirt, I smiled. His naked torso looked exactly as I pictured it. He had a delicious six-pack that I couldn’t wait to touch. Daniel crawled on the bed with a sinful smile on his face. Once he was laying next to me, he gently cradled my face and leaned down to kiss me. This one was sweeter and softer than our first kiss.He adjusted himself so that he was on top of me and pressing his hard cock against my thigh, dangerously close to where I needed him the most. “I’m going to make you feel so good tonight, baby,” Daniel whispered into my ear, his facial hair tickling my skin. His dark brown eyes stared into mine as his fingers slowly descended my body. Daniel traced the line of my panties. All I wanted him to do was thrust his fingers into me. My pussy was throbbing for him. I needed to have this aching need satisfied or I thought I was going to explode. Instead, he kept tracing around where I needed him most, like my inner thigh and my stomach. It

What the fuck? I stared at Daniel, my mind processing what he had said. I felt an onslaught of emotions all at once—surprise and fear, before landing on anger. Anger at Daniel and Peaches. How could she stab me in the back like that? What happened to women sticking together? I guess something like that didn’t matter when money was involved. I controlled my expression this time, trying not to give anything away. Daniel leaned back in his chair with a cocky smirk, knowing that he had me right where he wanted me.“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about,” I replied in a measured voice, taking the route of playing dumb.Daniel’s eyes narrowed at my act. What did he expect me to do? Break down and tell him everything? “Cut the act, Simons,” Daniel said, rolling his eyes. I resisted the urge to tell him he didn’t know everything because he used my fake last name, the one I gave the Moltons when I started working for them. My real last name wa

*Audry* It was late at night, but neither Daniel nor I were tired. We were back at my apartment, sitting on my cheap couch. It felt weird to have him in my home. I never thought he would be in my apartment and Daniel would have been the one to help me find out who killed my father. If I would have guessed who would help me in the gang, my last guess would have been Daniel.I was getting whiplash from today’s events. How did Daniel go from being my enemy who I made out with once to my partner in crime?I still didn’t trust him, but we sort of fell into this arrangement. For some crazy reason, I was starting to trust him. He seemed genuinely angry when I told him the Taddeos had been trying to set him up the night my father was killed. I hoped I wasn’t being blindsided by how attracted I was to Daniel. I couldn’t fully let my guard down and I needed to take this partnership one step at a time. “So, I guess the first thing we should do is tell each other everything w

Holy shit. There were only two options here. Someone from Taddeo's gang snuck in here and somehow got in the room, or someone from our gang did it and was working with the enemy. It was immediately clear which option scared me more. Option two. It was better to know who your enemy was than to have them in your house, pretending to be on your side. Then, I heard a sound that made my heart feel like it was about to beat out of my chest. Jace started humming the Rugrats theme song. Shit. That was the signal. It meant someone was coming. It could even be the traitor…but I didn’t have time to think about that. I looked around wildly and made sure everything was exactly the same as when I entered the room. I shut the lights off and left the room, making sure to lock the door behind me. Jace was looking at me, his eyes wide with fear of being discovered. I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him to hide in the corner