All Chapters of Agent 64: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nora P.O.VI pulled my gun from its holster and pressed the nozzle against the lock. The sharp crack of two bullets echoed down the empty hallway as the lock clattered to the floor. Quickly, I put the gun back in its holster, pulled off the lock, and pushed the door open. As we stepped inside, all the eyes turned toward us,wide, terrified, and filled with desperation from inside the cage. The cages were small, barely giving the girls room to move. Each girl sat huddled against the bars, some covered in dirt, others with bruises that showed the marks of their suffering. The sight ignited a fierce anger within me, making it hard to keep my emotions in check. The girls that were there seemed to be between fourteen to twenty three. They are so young. At this age when they are supposed to be studying they are being dragged into this world that some of them hardly understand.“Don’t worry, we are here to get you out,” I whispered to them, as Lily followed close behind. The girls watched us

Nora P.O.VLeaning my head on Cyber’s shoulder, I let out a long, weary sigh. The weight of memories settled heavily, like a dark cloud that had been gathering in my heart for years. My eyes grew misty, and I squeezed them shut, as scenes of the past started playing like a movie reel I could never escape from.Layson was forced to take a leave to recover. He moved into the neighbourhood when I was sixteen, almost seventeen, and even back then, I was captivated by him but my past experience with men forced me not to let him get too close. He had this effortless charm, the kind that teenage dreams are built around. At first, I had no clue how he felt about me. There were always lingering touches , looks , I tried not to read too much into the situation. He was this big successful army who could have anyone he wanted .What a barely legal teenager with a bad past could give him? Cyber’s father, whom I had come to love like my own father, often invited Layson over, which did not do any goo

Unknown P.O.V The man sitting in the dark sedan had his gaze fixed intently on the cemetery entrance, every sense trained on his target. Neither Nora nor Cyber, her brother who was accompanying her, had noticed the uninvited observer. He lifted a phone to his ear, his voice was rough as he spoke into the phone. “Boss, the lady is coming out,” he reported. “She is with the guy who went in after her.” The response crackled through the speaker, rough and commanding. “What are they doing?” “She is getting in her car. The man is leaving on his bike.” He kept his voice level, watching as the figures split up. “Follow her,” came the gravelly order. As Nora’s car rolled away, the man smoothly started his engine, following at a safe distance, ensuring he would not lose sight of her. Nora P.O.V Pulling into the driveway of a ranch-style house, I gripped the steering wheel and took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.I could not believe I am going to do this after thirteen year

Robert P.O.VThe door to the VIP room creaked open, its heavy sound cutting through the low murmur of voices in the hall. My eyes darted toward the entrance, narrowing instantly as Aldo Bianchi strode in, his polished black shoes clicking against the marble floor. He was flanked by his men, all clad in sharp black suits, their expressions as blank as stone. My own men shifted subtly behind me, their presence a steady force I could feel without looking.My hand instinctively moved to my gun, and in one swift motion, I pulled it out, pointing it directly at Aldo. My men followed my lead, their weapons drawn and aimed. In a room full of mafiosos, bringing guns was not just a precaution; it was survival. These gatherings may have been wrapped in a veneer of civility, but everyone knew the truth, bloodshed was always a hair-trigger away.Aldo’s men reacted just as quickly, their weapons glinting under the dim chandelier light. The only two people in the room without guns in hand were Aldo

Nora P.O.VI put Robert’s arm over my shoulder, steadying his weight as I helped him out of the car. Of all the things I imagined doing in my life, helping a drunken mafia boss, my sworn enemy stumbling back to his mansion was not one of them. Yet here I was. With one hand, I pushed the car door closed, gritting my teeth as Robert slumped against me, muttering incomprehensible words. Can my life get any more weird?The driver quickly came to my side, taking Robert's other arm to lighten the load."He is heavier than he looks," I thought to myself, trying to manoeuvre him towards the house.The driver offered a quick smile like he could read my mind. " Ma'am you can let me carry him if he is too heavy for you to carry."“No, it is fine. I can do it.” Just as I said the other car rolled in with DiFronzo men who went to the gala with us to guard us. The soft glow from the mansion's lights illuminated the path ahead as the maid opened the grand doors. Inside, the foyer was dimly lit, and