All Chapters of Undercover.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Teagan POV.I can’t unsee what I have seen. Sarah’s body was just dumped, naked, bruised and mutilated. I have seen bodies before, but never someone I knew a few days before. The last time I saw her, she was telling me to be careful with José, and even though I knew I had to be careful. I never thought he would do this.I know I have said I can do this, but seeing her like that, I can’t do this on my own. I would be a fucking fool to think otherwise. I need to take this seriously and that means letting the bravado go. I don’t get scared easily, but that. That scared me. That will be me!I wasn’t acting when I cried and sobbed or even shook. That was all real, and it has now hit me just how messed up all this is. I don’t like being vulnerable, but right now I am more vulnerable than I have been since I was a child. This has been an eye-opener, and it has taken me to see the body of the girl who would have been a good friend to make me realise I’m well and truly fucked.I don’t remember

Teagan POV.Every cell in my body is on fire when he kisses me. I find myself grinding on him as I bite his lip and suck on his skilled tongue. He groans into my mouth. I need to forget; I need to feel.Breaking the kiss, I’m panting, my chest heaving. He is looking into my eyes. My lips are swollen and will be bruised. His hand moves from the back of my neck to my throat, his thumb moves up my jaw.“Antonio.” I moan out when I tilt my head back as I grind down on him, my eyes roll into the back of my head. The hand that was on my waist moves up to squeeze my breast, causing me to hiss. I look back at him, my mouth slightly open as I move harder with a slight growl when I shove him down.My hand moves to his throat as I attack his lips once more. Taking what I want and need. Not caring who he is, I need this. I squeeze his throat. His eyes go wide when he flips us over and I squeal when my back hits the mattress. He straddles me. My chest heaving, my traitorous pussy is clenching arou

Teagan POV.The first time I got into a physical fight, I was sixteen. Donny Williams asked me out to the movies as friends. I didn’t think anything of it, so I agreed. Little did I know at the time he asked me to piss off his recent ex-girlfriend, Grace Mitchell.I had dressed casually, jeans and a sweater with my converse. He met me at the theatre and we brought popcorn and sodas. Not a date, just two friends hanging out. Well, Grace found out and turned up with her cronies. They dumped the popcorn on my head and poured my soda on me.I left the movie theatre with Donny, who was apologising for what happened; I didn’t want to hear it. I told him it was ok, which it wasn’t. No sooner had we left the theatre than I was attacked from behind by Grace.She called me an orphaned whore, who stole her man. Bitch please, he was sixteen and nowhere near a man. She grabbed my hair. We were both screaming and shouting as she flung me round like a rag doll. Her cronies hit me a few times. Then s

Teagan POV.I was stuck watching Antonio fucking Carmella, but at that moment, I wasn’t just seeing them. I was seeing all the women my dad brought home and the secretary bent over Josh’s desk. Every moan from them both pulled me deeper into those memories.I didn’t blink or move; I stood frozen. My heart breaking all over again. The pain, the betrayal, the need to run away. But also the insatiable need to hurt them, all of them. If my dad was still alive, I would probably kill him for what he did to me. The neglect, the hurtful words. Hearing another moan, I blink rapidly.I remember the women who took pity on me. They would buy me food and clothes. They would come around the house when my dad wasn’t there to take care of me. It was never the same woman twice.Then, with Josh, I thought those wounds would heal with him. Josh was a great man until he wasn’t. We had started to build a life together; we talked about marriage, kids, the whole nine yards. Then he stabbed me in the back an

Antonio POV.I leave the red room and head back inside. I notice the blood on my hands and clothes. Knowing it is Bobbi’s. I head to the bar in the living room and pour myself a whiskey and gulp it down before I pour another one and do the same.“Antonio.” I slam the glass down and hang my head. My shoulders are hunched. A hand is pressed against my back and I flinch away. I turn my head to look at her.“This is your fault. If you had just stayed the fuck away and not came here provoking her, she wouldn’t have been nearly killed.” I throw the glass at it exploded against the wall. Carmella shrinks back and hugs herself. I glare at the bitch.“I didn’t plan on this, Antonio. I’m sorry, what we did shouldn’t have happened, and that is not just on me, but you. So you and I are both responsible for this, not just me!” she screams at me and I raise my hand but it drop it down. Clenching my fists.“You knew what you were doing. You knew she would walk away. You wanted that, didn’t you Carme