All Chapters of Agent 64: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Nora P.O.VMy gaze landed on the table of weapons again. I needed to choose carefully for this round. The knife had served me well, but against their best, I would need something faster, something that would give me an edge. My fingers hovered over a pair of brass knuckles before I picked them up, the cold metal biting into my skin. This would work for me.As I strapped the knuckles onto my hands, I watched as the others armed themselves. Some chose heavier weapons but I knew that strength alone would not get me through this.“Begin,” Riccardo ordered, and chaos erupted.The first wave of attackers was swift. DiFronzo’s men, hulking masses of muscle and aggression, moved like well-trained wolves, picking their targets and attacking with precision. The room filled with the clang of steel, grunts of effort, and the occasional sharp crack of bones breaking. I ducked low, dodging a swing aimed at my head. The man who had targeted me was fast, but his aggression made him sloppy.He came at

Nora P.O.VThe maid led me down a long, winding hallway to my room. My body ached from the fight, muscles sore from the strain of the interview. I was not expecting to feel this level of exhaustion so soon. When she stopped in front of the door, I could only hope for some relief on the other side.She turned the brass handle and pushed it open. “This is your room,” she said quietly before stepping aside to let me pass.The room was bigger than I expected. The floors were dark hardwood, polished to a shine, while the walls were painted a deep, warm grey giving it a modern yet luxurious look. A massive king-size bed sat in the centre, the black iron frame sleek and elegant. The bedding was crisp white, contrasting sharply against the dark tones of the room. Pillows were arranged neatly, and a thick black comforter was draped across the bottom of the bed. Two nightstands flanked it, each adorned with sleek silver lamps. A plush armchair sat in the corner by a tall window, the soft light o

Nora P.O.VRobert’s eyes were fixed on me, sharp and unrelenting. He stood too close for comfort, the intensity of his presence impossible to ignore. His suspicion was palpable. He had no proof of who I really was, only a nagging doubt that kept gnawing at him. But I had a role to play, and I wasn’t about to give him an inch.“Tell me the truth.” His voice was low, measured, but there was an underlying edge that told me he wasn’t going to let this go easily.I met his gaze, steady and composed, as though I had not spent the last few years watching him, studying his every move, learning everything about his life as part of my mission. He did not know who I really was. As far as he was concerned, I was Patricia, newly appointed as the DiFronzo family’s personal bodyguard. But he did not trust me. Not fully. Not yet.“I am telling you the truth,” I said, my tone calm, unwavering. “My name is Patricia. I am twenty nine years old.I am from Texas.I used to work for the governor for a few mo

Nora P.O.VI walked down the long hallway of the DiFronzo estate, the sound of my boots echoing off the marble floor. Today was my first official assignment as Lilian DiFronzo’s new bodyguard, and it was already starting to be a headache. I stopped in front of her door and knocked once, then stood at attention. The wait seemed to stretch on forever, and with each passing second, my patience wore thin. Still, there was no answer.I lifted my hand and knocked again, a little harder this time. That’s when I heard her voice from the other side of the door.“Tell my brother I am not coming out. I would not have his goon following me around like some shadow! I would not leave this room until he fires his new lapdog!” Her voice was muffled but filled with indignation.I sighed, running a hand through my hair. This was not exactly what I signed up for. “I am not paid enough to handle this in the morning,” I muttered under my breath before replying in a louder voice, “Well, unfortunately, ma’a

Lily P.O.V I walked through the corridors of the college, Patricia trailing close behind. We stopped outside the library, where I paused to face her."I need to grab some books from inside," I said, keeping my voice casual. "You can wait here. It would not take long."Patricia’s brows furrowed, her eyes scanning the surrounding area as if a threat might emerge at any moment. She clearly was not thrilled with the idea of leaving me alone, even for a few minutes. "I should come with you," she said, her voice low but firm.I sighed. "I am just grabbing some textbooks, Patricia. It will take five minutes."She hesitated, her jaw clenching slightly, but eventually nodded. "Fine. Five minutes. I will be right here."Relieved, I gave her a small smile and entered the library. The atmosphere inside was quiet. The smell of old books and polished wood filled the air, and the soft sound of students murmuring or flipping pages was comforting. I headed straight for the section where my course tex