All Chapters of Undercover.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Teagan POV.It’s just after two in the afternoon. I sit on the edge of my bed and pull on my bedazzled flip-flop sandals. I stand up and smooth down the cornflower blue sundress. I look in the mirror and tighten the hair tie in my hair. I move my fingers through the length of my high ponytail and smile. I am bare faced just how I prefer to be.I grab my white cross body purse and put my phone inside. I leave the bedroom and walk down towards the living room to see Lucifer laying on the sofa. I roll my eyes at him as he lifts his head and looks at me with those judgemental brown eyes of his.“So, what do you think?” I hold my arms open slightly as I twirl and he tilts his head and wags his tail. He likes it. Good. “Come on, we need to go to the florist before we meet the neighbours.” I say as I move to the door and grab his leash. He sits and waits patiently as I attach the leash to his collar. Grabbing my credit card and change, stuffing them into my purse. Open the door, grab my keys

Teagan POV.I sit opposite him and I’m trying my best to not lose my cool.“What are your conditions?” he asks and I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this bullshit, but what choice do I have? I have no protection whatsoever.“I agree we marry in name only. I have my own room, for all intents and purposes. If you whore around, please make sure you aren’t fucking seen, and it isn’t done near me. I don’t care what you do or who you do, just be mindful that we need to make sure that asshole believes we are happily married and in love. When we are in the house or wherever we will be living we stay away from each other unless we have to be seen out with each other. No PDA unless it is needed. Other than that, a small, intimate service will be fine. You don’t want to do this as much as I don’t.” I tell him, folding my arms over my chest. Yes, I’m being a bitch, but I need to lay down the law, so to speak. He smirks at me.“What will happen when I need an heir?” He says with a shit-eating grin a

Teagan POV.Not again! I groan as I open my eyes. God, I have drank more in the last two days that I have in my life. I suppose this is what my life will be like now. I sit up and look around the room. Wait, this is not my room. I dive out of bed and stumble towards the door. I open it and step out and see a man dressed in black standing there with his hands folded in front of him.“Morning miss Costello.” I shriek and run back inside and slam the door shut. I back away from the door slowly. My heart pounds out of my chest, the same as my brain inside my skull. I look around for something I can use as a weapon. I run towards the bedside table and grab the lamp, pulling the cord from the wall.The door opens and I brandish the lamp at the intruder as I jump up on the bed. My feet get tangled and I fall, landing on my back as the lamp bounces off the bed and smashes on the floor. What in the Sam hill?“Morning tiger. How did you sleep?” I look at him and he leans against the door, with

Teagan POV.Waking the next day, I’m dog tired. Antonio didn’t leave my side after what happened yesterday. He was so attentive. Waking me every so often and helping me eat. For someone who is a cold-blooded killer, he was caring. It could be because he felt guilty. But that can’t be right, can it?I look at the side of the bed that Antonio slept on and it’s empty. I reach for the pillow and hug it to me, taking a deep whiff of his woodsy, spicy cologne that lingers. This is not creepy at all. I chuckle as I feel myself relax. This is so messed up.I shouldn’t be feeling this way about him. I am essentially his prisoner and her I am rubbing the pillow on myself like some bitch in heat. But god even I will admit he smells and looks so goddamn good. The man is a snack.Six foot two inches of muscle. Those honey coloured eyes peer into my very soul. The dirty blonde hair begging for my fingers to pull. His tattoos daring me to lick and suck them. Get it together, you hussy! I throw the p

Teagan POV.Walking away, listening to the two of them argue. I internally kick myself. Of course, he would have a goomar or mistress as they are known in the world of the mafia. I have to thank her, whoever she is, from pulling me back to reality.I don’t head back to my bedroom. I walk towards the garden. It is a nice day; the sun is shining, and it’s warm. I sit under the cabana by the pool and cross my ankles as I look out towards the sprawling manicured garden. I sigh as I think about what I’m doing.For a prison, this place isn’t half bad. It could be worse. I could be in the hands of José Fernando. Or worse, I could be dead. I know it’s only a matter of time before Antonio finds out who I really am. When that time comes, I need to be long gone from here.“Fancy some company?” I look up and see Gianni standing there with his hands in his pockets and I look away, noticing the armed guards walking around. I nod my head and he sits down next to me.“So, you want to talk about it?”