JettI quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake the naked woman next to me. I enjoyed last night, especially our time at the shore, and again when we reached our room. However, I couldn't ignore my conscience. I knew I temporarily turned my back on a friend to enjoy my night with my wife. Things are not looking good for Krieg. Their reputation was ruined in the eyes of their clients and dealers after the back-to-back incidents that occurred in their mansion. And I can't sit around. The Vernons have a close tie to the Rios. If their name's dragged in the dirt, our name will be dragged too. I tied my long hair in a loose man bun and wore the first clothes I saw. I stole a glance at her sleeping figure before exiting the room. With a long sigh, I left the mansion and headed for the Vernon property. Time to go back to reality, I guess. I was warned prior by Old Barry to not take advantage of the situation like Krieg tried to do when the Agnellos were shaken. It could turn into
Jett"Huh." I scoffed, looking over at McConney's bloody splatter on the ground floor. "Look at that. After pestering us for years, the NVMPD's pussy of a director dies without us breaking a sweat.""I know right?" Krieg agreed. "It's so... underwhelming." "Hmm." We quietly watched the body for a while. Until I said, "We should get that cop ready." I walked out of the office with hurried steps overlapping mine. Gunshots deafened my ears and pure chaos everywhere. When I reached the cubicles I saw on my way to the office, I saw our men exchanging heavy gunfire with the distraught cops. I wouldn't blame them, since they were just informed that their Director fell 6-levels to his death. I retraced my steps, avoiding stray bullets and taking down those who went in my way. Krieg is probably pushing his own plan by now since we agreed to mind our own businesses after initiating the raid. This is a golden opportunity to get revenge from the cops and he'd be stupid to just let this place
JettThe headlines were filled with the massacre at the LVMPD HQ. Bored of the same news on all channels, I kept pressing on the remote to find a channel that wasn't about the raid. I sighed and settled on the channel playing an animation movie. "Oh! Mulan! Mulan!" My brows rose when a little Noire climbed up the couch and sat next to me, her eyes glued on the TV. Where did this one come from? "You like Mulan?" She stole a glance at me and nodded. "My favorite, Fa Mulan! A-And... Mushu!" She waited for the girl's dragon to appear on screen to point at it and giggled. "Hmm. Alright. Let's watch Mulan then." I placed the remote on the table and grabbed a pillow, planning to watch the movie with Noire. I've been bored to death waiting for Ross to finish his work. Since he's the frontman, he doesn't need me to talk with our clients so I'm just at home... dying of boredom. ♪"Let's get down to business..."♪ I heard Noire singing along to the movie as my eyelids drooped. ---I stirred
Warning: mature content.FallonI never expected to go anywhere near New York before my mission was finished, but here I am, boarding our private plane. To make things worse, Jett plans to stay in Manhattan, where the HQ is. Do I visit? No. I'm with Jett. It's a ridiculous idea. I shouldn't do much when he's with me, seeing as I'm Fallon Rios and not Agent Hawk. It's only been barely 3 months since I started my mission. I never expected to have progressed this fast. Then again, I secured a significant role in the mafia. The mafia's mistress. Did Director Morris expect me to penetrate this deep into the mafia? It's unlikely. But this is the perfect mission to prove that I'm Agent Frenier and Dahlia's daughter. I'm just as good at spying as they were. "We're here..." My eyes fluttered open with the gentle tugging of the person beside me. We were still in the private plane, but he pointed to the window beside him. I looked over and saw the city's tall buildings over the clouds. I hadn
Fallon"Can you tell me more about your childhood?" I quietly whispered as I traced his chest. His embrace on my waist tightened, pulling me closer to him. Currently on the bed and just fresh out of the shower, we're embraced in each other's arms—resting. "There was one time when we visited New York, I got lost and separated from my parents." I thought he wouldn't want to share anything more because he was uncomfortable but I was wrong when he started to talk."I was twelve then, maybe eleven? I don't remember. But what I remember was reaching a dirty alley shouting my parents' names and some thugs told me to shut up. I got angry and I thought I could stand up to them because they were all skinny guys and were probably homeless. They had tattoos and scars all over them but I was already receiving training then. But I was wrong, so so wrong..." He chuckled. "Did you get beaten up?" I worriedly asked. "Yeah, real bad," he said and nodded."I provoked them and they beat me until I fel
FallonA few weeks ago, I sent a coded message to Fox through the Elite Ai and asked for an in-depth profile of Rio Trafaller.When it arrived, I realized he was a foxy hitman. He worked under powerful people but betrayed them later on. He accepted jobs that could mean your life if you slipped, and most importantly, he has a son. I vaguely remembered the conversation Jett and Ross had, where Ross said Jett put his son in a coma which explains why Trafaller's moves are monitored by the mafia because he might go back for retaliation. But Trafaller did a job for Jett. And the taboo name in the bar that Trafaller's loyal to, I have to find that out now. With my pistol hidden deep in my coat, I sat comfortably in the cab's backseat. Fox included Trafaller's current location in the files he sent and I found out he's staying in Manhattan, which I was indecisive about how to go to until Jett suggested we go to New York to... get a breather. Good timing. "Yes, just turn left there," I order
FallonMy father was a renowned agent. He was on par with the Director and would've been the Director had he not died. He was righteous, courageous, and most of all, full of love. That was what put him to his demise—his love for my mother who was failing in her solo mission. I remember vividly what the Director explained to me when he broke the news. Father abandoned his mission to save my mother. There, they both died in the shootout. So, his mission was this? The same as mine? Did the Director plan this? To make his daughter continue what was left unfinished? I scoffed. Ridiculous.I looked up at Matt and saw his deep frown. I said, "Did you know why my father joined the Rios mafia?"I did not tell Matt when we were young that my parents were spies working for the FBI. He just knew they had important jobs because they were always away. I wonder if that's still the case now. "No. He was already there when I joined. All he told me was someday he'll be there when the mafia falls and
Jett"I didn't know you could cook," she said as she watched me flip a bacon. With a laugh, I replied, "I grew up in a Latino household where cooking is a basic skill. Everyone has to know how to cook or else you're a disapointment." "Really? Then why do you never cook at home?"I shrugged. "Well, we have private cooks that are trained and certainly more credible to cook than me. And I am always busy with work so I have no time to do house errands." I answered more of her questions and it entertained me while I cook, but the thought never left my mind—she lied again. She lied about looking for her half-siblings. The tracker I placed on her showed her location 24/7. When my men went to interview the desk lady, she told us Fallon went looking for her 'Tinder match' in the name Rio Trafaller. Ridiculous. She doesn't even have Tinder on her phone. Who is Rio Trafaller to her? Her lover? Or a relative? Or a comrade? I thought me saying 'I love you' to her would rub on her conscience a