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
JettThe woman was too stunned to speak. I let her mind register my words and once she did, she let out a gasp. I was slightly caught off-guard when she surveyed me from head to toe, still wearing that suggestive gaze. If ever she was threatened by my identity, she's handling it well."Jett... Rios. Your identity was never documented, but I've heard you were a glorious man. Though I never expected you to be so..." Her gaze met my eyes. "Breathtaking."I chuckled bitterly. "You meet the man who killed your husband and the first thing you do is.. compliment him?"Naya McConney shrugged. "Oliver was not a loyal husband anyway. We did not live together for the entirety of our marriage, of course, I understand why he was... entertaining other women. And when he died, I felt a little bad—but in our line of work, death is honorary because it was for the country."I smirked. "Was it a contracted marriage?"She nodded without hesitation."So, it seemed he had other reasons in mind when he begg
FallonJett lost consciousness almost immediately after returning. His guard told me he already lost a lot of blood and I realized simple first aid won't do. I looked up at the guard I summoned and asked, "Could you please contact our private doctor?" He nodded and left without a word. Sighing, I looked down at the unconscious man beside me. Do I take this chance to kill him? I wonder. I must've done a good job earning his trust and love if he's comfortable being this vulnerable in front of me. My Hawk side was telling me to grab the medical scissors in the kit and just stab him, but another side of me was strongly against it. Sighing, I let it be and cradled him gently until the guard returned. Feelings are so complicated. Love is so difficult. Why can't I choose who to fall in love with? Why him? My heart should remain only for Jaguar. Yet why do I not see Jaguar's face in him anymore? I looked up and saw the guard scurry to us with a man in a white coat. "Good day, madame, I
FallonI didn't want to admit it, but I was rendered speechless. Our relationship is now beyond a contracted marriage. We both knew it but none was willing to admit it, until now. No, you're not being delusional. I want it too. But I couldn't possibly say that, even if I try to lie. "W-What are you talking about...?" I mumbled instead. I looked down, avoiding his fiery gaze. "Let's- Let's just sleep."I thought he'd push the topic but I was surprised when he sighed and agreed. "You're right. This must be the fever talking. I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable, Corazon."I remained quiet, his questions still lingering in my mind. I'm getting too attached. I know my mission is to do exactly so but I couldn't help but feel like this group is growing on me. Nevertheless, I will not stop thinking of their wrongdoings and use that to convince me that they're evil people. Evil people... I'm currently snuggling, warm and comfortable in bed, with the leader of such evil people. He has s