Semua Bab Agent 64: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Nora P.O.VThe safe house was nothing like the grandeur of the DiFronzo mansion. Hidden deep in the outskirts of the city, it was a modest but secure estate, fortified with reinforced walls and surveillance systems. Inside, the air was thick with tension. Bloodied and weary, Robert’s men moved around like restless ghosts, some checking their weapons, others patching up their wounds. The attack had left us shaken, but alive ,at least for now.I sat on a worn leather couch in the living room, my gun still in my hand. The weight of the gun was the only thing keeping me grounded. My fingers flexed around the grip as my eyes darted to the room’s entrance every few seconds, my body was on high alert.Robert, however, was not sitting idly. He paced near the fireplace, his jaw clenched tight and his dark eyes stormy. His shirt was torn at the shoulder, and a faint smear of blood marked his temple, but he looked as formidable as ever. Lily sat quietly in the corner, her pale face illuminated b

Nora P.O.V Luca had come prepared. As soon as Robert and I made it to the top of the shipping container, the scale of his preparation became chillingly clear. From this vantage point, I could see waves of his men emerging from the shadows, their weapons gleaming under the pale moonlight. They outnumbered us two to one, maybe more. “Quite the party, isn’t it?” Luca sneered, his scar pulling his mouth into a twisted grin. He stood confidently on the opposite end of the container, a semi-automatic rifle slung casually over his shoulder, as though he owned the place. “This ends here, Luca,” Robert growled, his voice low and lethal. “Does it?” Luca spread his arms wide, gesturing to the chaos erupting below us. “Because from where I am standing, it looks like it’s just getting started.” Without warning, Luca raised his rifle and fired. The deafening crack of the shot sent Robert and me diving for cover behind a ventilation unit bolted to the container’s surface. The bullet ricoch

Nora P.O.V “He was just—” I gasped when Robert's teeth sank into my neck. His hand grabbed my ass tighter than before, and his cock was demanding between us. Pushing against my core. “Do not speak of other men when my mouth is on you.” Robert growled near my ear as he pulled me flushed against him, leaving hardly any space between us. The sound of our breaths echoed together, mingling with each other. "All right," I groan as he grazes his teeth along the tender flesh. His jealousy turns me on more than it should. The thought that I was supposed to hate him flew out the window in that instant. “It is only us right now.” When the elevator doors opened, Robert lifted me off my feet, and I wrapped my legs around him. My dress is bunched up, and the slit up my thigh is now making me fully exposed. “I would not let anyone see you this way. Not even with your panties on.” There was no missing the possessiveness in his words. “What would happen if someone did?” I play with the collar of

Nora P.O.V The training room in the DiFronzo mansion was a blend of luxury in brutality. The walls were lined with weapon racks filled with an arsenal that could arm a small battalion. Swords, knives, firearms, and even archaic weapons gleamed under the dim lighting. The floor was a polished expanse of dark wood, scuffed in places from years of use, and the air carried the scent of sweat, leather, and metal. Most of the DiFronzo's members were already training when I came down here. I adjusted my stance, muscles coiled and ready, as I faced off against Marco, one of the DiFronzo family’s top enforcers. His broad frame loomed in front of me, a mountain of muscle and experience. But I was not intimidated. This was the third opponent I had faced today, and each victory had fueled my confidence. My heartbeat was steady, my breaths controlled. This was where I thrived, in the heat of a fight, where every movement was calculated, every strike a test of precision and power. Marco circled

Nora P.O.V I stepped into the adjacent VIP lounge, my pulse was as steady as possible at that time. I kept my senses on high alert. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the same tension that accompanied every clandestine meeting in this part of the world. The men barely glanced at me as I entered. For them I was just another waitress, a faceless figure delivering drinks and blending into the background. I placed the tray on the table with a grace that a waitress can only emit, keeping my eyes lowered, feigning the air of someone disinterested in anything but her task. That surely became problematic because of the heels .The men were focused on their conversation, and for a brief moment, I was invisible to them which was helpful. “… no loose ends. We need those records gone by the end of the week,” one of the men, a burly figure with a scar running down his cheek, said in a gruff voice.“He has been in jail for too long. If the records are not wiped clean, it would not matter i