I let out a deep sigh, leaning my elbows over the bar counter, lazily watching people coming inside and out of Clementine. I would usually drop my side jobs as soon as the agency hands me a new mission. Maybe it’s time for me to quit my job as a bartender. The only reason why I took the bartending job is because I liked doing it. However, babysitting a grown ass man can be a little time-consuming. The loud booming music inside the club wasn't enough to interrupt my train of thoughts. It's been days since Ruby handed me the side mission. Gaspar Zaragoza is a lot stupider than I thought for not being able to hide his location. Oh, well, no one can really hide from my badass friend, Deize Smith. The woman can track down anything. However, the bastard’s date of death hasn’t been decided yet. I'm waiting for the right time and the right place. I have to be fast, though; it's not supposed to take more than a week to execute side missions. At least not for the agency’s top agents. “Switch?”
It was six in the morning when I received a message from Ciara. She wanted to go meet up for coffee. It was a surprise that the lady devil could actually wake up that early for coffee, or was it for gossip? I drove to Ciara’s go-to café, the one near her place and twenty miles from Zakael’s house. How convenient for Ciara, really. Lewis already drove Zakael to work, as I instructed my co-agent because today is going to be a big day. At least for Gaspar Zaragoza. Maybe today is a good day to die? “Bitch, where the hell are you?” Ciara asked on the other line. A loud sound of sipping and shaking ice cubes came seconds after. “I’m already here, C. I’ll hang up now.” I lowered my phone and slid it back into my pocket. The place was almost empty this morning. It’s still early, and most customers were students and a few employees were getting their usual orders. I searched the place and easily found Ciara sitting on the far corner near the glass windows. A smirk graced my lips as I wal
"Frank!" My mom cried loudly. A gunshot blew heavily and deafeningly inside a dark room, along with my mom's sobbing. She repeatedly yelled the name of her husband, but my dad wasn’t budging. My dad was dead on the ground, bloody and bruised. It took only one second for that pistol to fire right through my dad’s head. "Frank!" My mom cried my dad’s name as if he would wake up anytime soon. His body was starting to get colder in her arms. The warmth of his skin and the life in his eyes were now slowly fading away. "Mom?" A faint voice echoed inside the living room of our house, and I walked out of my bedroom silently. I looked over to the man who was holding a white handkerchief. It was still fresh in my mind—this memory that would scar me forever. I saw how that man pointed a gun at my dad. How calmly he pulled the trigger, like it was just a normal day at work. Unknowingly, I memorized the face, the gestures, and the physique of my father’s killer. Seeing a loved one die right bef
"Do you understand?" Zakael asked. "Yes." The word escaped my mouth hesitantly. I could not for a second, recognize my own voice. It was the tone of submission; my voice was so soft and dripping with acquiescence. It’s not often you can see Azalia Davis in a state of submission. Zakael stared at every inch of my face; half of my face was darkened with blood and I just hoped it’s dark enough for him to not notice. His thumb ran over my cheek, rubbing off a spatter of blood near my eye. I looked for a single emotion in his eyes… anything. Fear? Concern? Disgust? But I looked and there was none. Zakael looked at me calmly, almost too calm for a normal person. My clothes were soaked with blood that isn’t mine. I know my job is dangerous. It involved hurting and killing people. I could be in danger anytime. It’s a part of our job as agents. Zakael slowly withdrew his hand from my face. "You should wash up and rest." He said softly. "Zakael." I called his name in a soft whisper, almos
That night I slept like a baby. I slept better than I had in years. Zakael’s embrace was warm and tight, it almost felt like home. But it was just one night. I doubt there would be another chance of us sleeping together in one bed. I won’t allow it. Today, Zakael is just working from home. Meanwhile, Lewis was nowhere to be found. He mentioned that he’s needed at the agency for last week’s report. Ruby sent me an email of Zakael’s schedule and meetings for this week and the next. His schedule is packed as hell. I wouldn’t last a day in such a tedious job like his. Maybe, I’m just not meant for corporate jobs. I want to be out there more in the field, you know? Like tormenting people… Wrapping the clean robe around my body, I stepped out of the bathroom. But before I could walk all the way to the closet, I noticed a huge box sitting on the edge of my bed. It was a white box with a logo that shimmered in rose gold. It was a designer brand and I know an expensive designer when I see on
“What a beautiful dripping mess you are, Azalia.”A warm exhale fanned my neck, a trail of scorching kisses from Zakael followed afterwards. His head was buried on the crook of my neck as he rubbed my wetness. The wet damp of his lips on my skin was as addicting as feeling blood spatters on cheek. He licked, nipped every inch of my bare neck. I swear I could feel them already bruising.“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, biting my shoulder.Do I? I was too busy being a moaning mess for me to stop him. I was enjoying this as much as he does. Am I seriously considering this?“This isn’t fair.” I murmured, heavy breathing and wet strands sticking all over my face. I gripped onto his arms so hard that my nails clawed his skin. His fingers were perfect, slowly tormenting my sensitive folds. A finger slid inside of me as his thumb rubbed my clit. Heat erupted from my core like fire. I was so close to a release. My desperate cry of pleasure intensified; Zakael knew I was close.I hear Zakae
Dressed in nothing but black and melancholy, I made my way inside Lucid Haven. It's an exclusive club for elites, rich people. The interior itself screamed of luxury. The crowd was crazy loud, people were surrounded by dazzling disco lights and white smoke. There's a dance floor in the middle filled with dancing sweaty bodies; the smell of alcohol and cigars reeked in the air. With my ankle boots clicking heavily on the tiles, I went up the second floor where the VIP and VVIP rooms are located. I walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a door that was painted in black and had these gold details on it. I took the bubble gum I had been chewing out of my mouth and stuck it at the expensive wall. A silly smile stretched my lips. Without hesitation, I turned the door knob and opened the door slowly. The room looked really expensive from the velvet sofa to the hanging glass chandelier. “Well, damn,” I whispered to myself. My ankle boots made noises on the carpeted floor. I looked
I quickly walked away from the parking lot of the bar. My boots clicked on the ground as I strode. I need to get the hell out of this place. It will only take minutes before someone finds the dead bodies and then the police will arrive any moment soon. It's a good thing I brought a silencer. That way, I can buy myself more time to escape. “Hey, stop!” The man kept yelling as he followed me. This man can seriously be the reason if I get caught tonight. I will be damned at how loud his mouth is. I bit my lip when I realized this man still hadn't left me. My brows furrowed, and I let out a frustrated sigh. This is freaking annoying! I am not really much of a patient person, and I get irritated easily. “Leave me alone,” I said through gritted teeth, my fist balled. “Sorry, cupcake. I can't do that,” The man clicked his tongue and winked at me. Luckily, it's dark on this part of the street, so no one can really see if I shoot the man here. Is he drunk? Of course, he is. Otherwise, he w
“What a beautiful dripping mess you are, Azalia.”A warm exhale fanned my neck, a trail of scorching kisses from Zakael followed afterwards. His head was buried on the crook of my neck as he rubbed my wetness. The wet damp of his lips on my skin was as addicting as feeling blood spatters on cheek. He licked, nipped every inch of my bare neck. I swear I could feel them already bruising.“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, biting my shoulder.Do I? I was too busy being a moaning mess for me to stop him. I was enjoying this as much as he does. Am I seriously considering this?“This isn’t fair.” I murmured, heavy breathing and wet strands sticking all over my face. I gripped onto his arms so hard that my nails clawed his skin. His fingers were perfect, slowly tormenting my sensitive folds. A finger slid inside of me as his thumb rubbed my clit. Heat erupted from my core like fire. I was so close to a release. My desperate cry of pleasure intensified; Zakael knew I was close.I hear Zakae
That night I slept like a baby. I slept better than I had in years. Zakael’s embrace was warm and tight, it almost felt like home. But it was just one night. I doubt there would be another chance of us sleeping together in one bed. I won’t allow it. Today, Zakael is just working from home. Meanwhile, Lewis was nowhere to be found. He mentioned that he’s needed at the agency for last week’s report. Ruby sent me an email of Zakael’s schedule and meetings for this week and the next. His schedule is packed as hell. I wouldn’t last a day in such a tedious job like his. Maybe, I’m just not meant for corporate jobs. I want to be out there more in the field, you know? Like tormenting people… Wrapping the clean robe around my body, I stepped out of the bathroom. But before I could walk all the way to the closet, I noticed a huge box sitting on the edge of my bed. It was a white box with a logo that shimmered in rose gold. It was a designer brand and I know an expensive designer when I see on
"Do you understand?" Zakael asked. "Yes." The word escaped my mouth hesitantly. I could not for a second, recognize my own voice. It was the tone of submission; my voice was so soft and dripping with acquiescence. It’s not often you can see Azalia Davis in a state of submission. Zakael stared at every inch of my face; half of my face was darkened with blood and I just hoped it’s dark enough for him to not notice. His thumb ran over my cheek, rubbing off a spatter of blood near my eye. I looked for a single emotion in his eyes… anything. Fear? Concern? Disgust? But I looked and there was none. Zakael looked at me calmly, almost too calm for a normal person. My clothes were soaked with blood that isn’t mine. I know my job is dangerous. It involved hurting and killing people. I could be in danger anytime. It’s a part of our job as agents. Zakael slowly withdrew his hand from my face. "You should wash up and rest." He said softly. "Zakael." I called his name in a soft whisper, almos
"Frank!" My mom cried loudly. A gunshot blew heavily and deafeningly inside a dark room, along with my mom's sobbing. She repeatedly yelled the name of her husband, but my dad wasn’t budging. My dad was dead on the ground, bloody and bruised. It took only one second for that pistol to fire right through my dad’s head. "Frank!" My mom cried my dad’s name as if he would wake up anytime soon. His body was starting to get colder in her arms. The warmth of his skin and the life in his eyes were now slowly fading away. "Mom?" A faint voice echoed inside the living room of our house, and I walked out of my bedroom silently. I looked over to the man who was holding a white handkerchief. It was still fresh in my mind—this memory that would scar me forever. I saw how that man pointed a gun at my dad. How calmly he pulled the trigger, like it was just a normal day at work. Unknowingly, I memorized the face, the gestures, and the physique of my father’s killer. Seeing a loved one die right bef
It was six in the morning when I received a message from Ciara. She wanted to go meet up for coffee. It was a surprise that the lady devil could actually wake up that early for coffee, or was it for gossip? I drove to Ciara’s go-to café, the one near her place and twenty miles from Zakael’s house. How convenient for Ciara, really. Lewis already drove Zakael to work, as I instructed my co-agent because today is going to be a big day. At least for Gaspar Zaragoza. Maybe today is a good day to die? “Bitch, where the hell are you?” Ciara asked on the other line. A loud sound of sipping and shaking ice cubes came seconds after. “I’m already here, C. I’ll hang up now.” I lowered my phone and slid it back into my pocket. The place was almost empty this morning. It’s still early, and most customers were students and a few employees were getting their usual orders. I searched the place and easily found Ciara sitting on the far corner near the glass windows. A smirk graced my lips as I wal
I let out a deep sigh, leaning my elbows over the bar counter, lazily watching people coming inside and out of Clementine. I would usually drop my side jobs as soon as the agency hands me a new mission. Maybe it’s time for me to quit my job as a bartender. The only reason why I took the bartending job is because I liked doing it. However, babysitting a grown ass man can be a little time-consuming. The loud booming music inside the club wasn't enough to interrupt my train of thoughts. It's been days since Ruby handed me the side mission. Gaspar Zaragoza is a lot stupider than I thought for not being able to hide his location. Oh, well, no one can really hide from my badass friend, Deize Smith. The woman can track down anything. However, the bastard’s date of death hasn’t been decided yet. I'm waiting for the right time and the right place. I have to be fast, though; it's not supposed to take more than a week to execute side missions. At least not for the agency’s top agents. “Switch?”
I laughed tiredly after taking a sharp punch from Ciara. We were blowing off some steam today at the agency. The gym clothes we’re wearing are now soaked with sweat. An hour has passed yet we still moved at an incredible speed. Of course, we were trained for this. We're practically savage animals fighting with every ounce of strength we have. Bullets of sweat were dripping off our faces and arms. “You're getting weaker, Az. What happened? Aren’t you getting a little too laid back at your mission now?” Ciara teased. Oh, you didn't just say that. I pushed my body forward and aimed for a punch on her ribs, making Ciara wince in pain. I aimed for another punch, but this time Ciara dodged it pretty quickly. I smirked before going down and sliding my slender legs, hitting Ciara on the ankle with so much force that she stumbled backward. “You bitch,” Ciara muttered, holding back a smile. I laughed at her reaction. Ciara jumped forward, and her leg swung towards me, but I immediately avoi
I crossed my legs and waited in my seat. Sam was busy typing behind the monitor. I'm currently with Sam outside Zakael’s office, and it’s past lunchtime. “Why is the meeting taking so long?” I asked, calmly biting the inside of my cheeks. I may be calm on the outside, but I am one impatient woman. Sam chuckled, “He’ll be out shortly.” “You said that five minutes ago.” “He’ll be out shortly,” Sam repeated, smiling at how impatient I can be. I sighed and slouched in my seat. My gaze shifted to a white folder in my hand. This was the file of those Spaniards who attacked us at Clementine. It was given to me earlier when I dropped by the agency today. I wanted to ask Zakael about the file. Zakael's father, Zacharios Dela Priego, the current President of DPRE, mentioned something about a syndicate group with the name Asparago. That's the only clue the agency got so far. Asparago. Once the door of his office busted open, a tall man walked outside. He had long dark hair. His lips wore
Monday mornings are usually not that busy, especially for me when I’m not assigned for a mission. Usually, the agency gives me execution missions, and not like this one. It’s been a while since I was tasked to be a bodyguard. My usual day would be waking up late and then working as a bartender at night. However, today is different; it is my mission to protect Zakael Dela Priego, the next president of a well-known company running in the city. I had to wake up extra early as it is my client’s schedule to start at six in the morning. This is it. It’s my first day at the company. It’s good that we get to spend the weekend together at home. I thought he’s just like any other billionaire, spoiled and playful, but it turned out there’s more to the man than pride and riches. He can be caring at times, not that I’m complaining. During that short time, I got to know his other sides, and maybe he’s not like most boys I met. I pulled my car outside the house. It is safer to take my car since i