All Chapters of The Secret Agent's Mafia Mate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ten years ago  “I am afraid he’ll have to be off school for at least a month.  “ “If that's what you consider as the best solution in the current situation, then yes- of course, Sir. “ My mother’s face is serious, and only a slight tint of sadness darkens her bright blue eyes a shade deeper. I glance at her . She is not even furious, I know that. I can hear it in the way her heart beats.  She’s simply disappointed. And tired.  I mean, who wouldn’t be in her place. It’s happened for the third time in the past few months.  “Do you….” the headmaster looks nervously between the two of us- me with my bloodied T-shirt and hands, and my mot

  *** There was a knock on the door and Mike’s hand went directly for his gun. Flynn never came here, and he didn’t expect anyone. Although after the last time when he’d transformed and kicked a bunch of asses out of the blue And on top of it his boss had called at five am to warn him about his …adventures,  Mike thought twice about the potential visitors he might have and open the door to whoever.  Not that anyone visited, besides one single person. And that was Jesse.  After the last time he avoided him like fire, though, so Mike was alert, not sure who it was, waiting for him outside.  Soon to be inside.   He listened for any sound and stepped carefully towar

  ***   Mike began working for the Bureau way before reaching the age of which agents usually joined. One of the reasons might have been that he had practically grown up with the agency- his dad was one of the CIA’s top agents, his grandpa had dedicated most years of his life to the detective profession, he had an uncle at the force, a cousin who was a private detective, and so on, and so on .  Another reason for his early joining might have been that as a wolf, Mike was hundreds of times better than most humans, not even considering the average male.  He’d caught his first criminal at the age of twenty one, a year later he’d solved a case the Bureau had been investigating for two years.  Mike was the CIA's best young, promisi

Killian left with the older man, so Mike walked around the place, greeting people who were dressed in some of the expensive clothes that existed not only in Europe, but also in the world. He was already beginning to think that everyone here was overly educated on fashion, but the strange thing was he wasn’t beginning to feel inadequate. They just fit the place perfectly. Mike was listening to where Killian was, and even though he was way less alert than he normally was, he could tell his boss was nearby. It didn’t feel like he was working, it also didn’t feel like all the other galas at Richard’s place. A waiter passed by

The sun was trying to penetrate through the thick, expensive curtains, hanging richly all the way down the french windows, touching the carpeted floor. The warmth was spreading all through his face, then it was moving lazily down his limbs. Mike exhaled slowly, trying to make himself open his eyes and remind his brain that it was a  day already. Quite a bright one at that. Then his brain finally managed to pierce through the haze of the sleep and help him realize that in fact, he was Way too comfortable when his wolf stirred and he knew he was surrounded by the scent of his mate. Mike’s eyes snapped open and he sprang instantly to a sitting position . Killian’s scent. Mike took a