All Chapters of The Untamed Agent: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

It had been three years since I got back to New York City. I entered my apartment and immediately took a shower, sliding into the tub and staring at the bathroom wall in front of me. A sigh escaped my lips. I was tired, but I couldn't close my eyes; otherwise, I would fall asleep in the bathroom. I had just returned from Russia a few weeks ago. I was there for two years to finish a very important mission. God, it was exhausting. I had killed a whole bunch of people. Bad people. Smugglers. I did one year of planning and studying them. Then execution came after, and of course, I wasn't alone. The agency wouldn't let me execute alone because they feared I would go bonkers again. So, I was accompanied by another agent. It was tough because they had really good security in Russia. Not to mention the weapons. After washing up, I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out an oversized shirt and underwear. I had lived alone my entire life in different houses and apartments. I was used to being alo

A smirk stretched my lips as I stared at the screen of my TV. I was sitting on the couch comfortably with my feet placed on the center table; a bowl of fries lay flat on my stomach. I was hired yesterday, and now I am already a bartender at Clementine. Who thought it would be that easy to get into Clementine? “Shit,” I mumbled a curse underneath my breath when I glanced over at the clock just above my TV. I have to get ready. It's already five-thirty in the afternoon, and Clementine will get busy at six, which is my working hour up until midnight. I got up and entered the bathroom with a towel on my shoulder. I took a quick bath and wore a black halter crop top and a leather jacket, paired with my usual denim jeans. I combed my short hair with my fingers and wore strapped sandals. It was a casual outfit that Ciara probably wouldn’t wear to a club. Well, I will show up as the bartender anyway, not some customer. It's not like I’m going there to party, so I kept it casual and simple.

The sound of my fist walloping the punching bag was pleasing to my ears. The gym was empty today. I woke up early and went straight to the agency. I decided to go to the gym, and lucky me, no one else was there that early. The building has two gyms: The underground gym for the high-ranking agents, the oldest training room since the agency was built. Yes, you can say that we agents are spoiled; we have our own dormitories, restaurant, spa, gym, and many more. The building is literally our home. Then, there’s also the public gym on the second floor for the other agents, the largest gym that is usually packed. “Davis,” A calm, feminine voice echoed inside the room. I stopped and caught the punching bag to stop it from moving. Panting, I reached for the towel on the bench and wiped the beads of sweat on my neck. “Ruby,” I smirked as my eyes scanned the older lady’s figure. Ruby was tall and tanned, wearing a beige jumpsuit that suited her physique. She's that rich, cool, and sexy aunt

The moment I left my client’s mansion, I got in my car and drove straight to Clementine. I got inside the club with a frown on my face upon seeing Wendy waving her hand towards me. Wendy was gesturing to me that I must go behind the counter now. Right, I have to work. I looked around the whole club, but there was not a shadow of Zakael Dela Priego. His father told me Zakael might be at Clementine though. I waited behind the counter as I worked, glancing at the people entering the club from time to time. Where the hell is he? “One Margarita, please.” My head shot up as soon as I heard the familiar voice. The frown was then replaced with a wide grin as I glanced at the face of a friend, it was none other than Miguela Rossi. “Migs.” “Zally,” Miguela said, a smile playing on her lips. I couldn’t help but smile at the nickname Miguela created for me. It’s cringey, but I have grown used to it. “Still alive, huh?” I asked jokingly. I grabbed a cocktail glass and started making Miguela