Operation SK ✔️

Late In The Night

Teresa was in a black mood.

It had been a month since she had contacted Mr Bakshi. She had delivered the information about the members present in the gang and the state of the Scorpio. After that, she had found nothing of importance at all. No drugs, no arsenal, no assassinations. Nothing at all. It was like the gang was lying low for the time being, and that irritated Teresa to no bounds.

There was barely any business going on. Karen had become excruciatingly restless while Ben had completely immersed himself into training. He had said something about trying to be prepared for anything that was to come. Teresa was rarely told to do anything apart from the daily training. It had become harder to investigate further into the gang. She didn't even think it was a mafia gang anymore. All of their work seemed professional and serious. She never found the people around her partying, snorting drugs, hooking up randomly or showing guns off. This was something far more than that.

Devoid of any electronic gadget, her only source for news was the newspaper that a guard would bring every day with him. Of course, there wasn't much happening around the world anyways. The usual deaths, road accidents, small murders, rapes, politics, etc. She did read that a large diamond had been brought over to Sacramento and was being kept in The Meridian Palace. It was the most expensive hotel she had ever heard of (and secretly, it had always been her dream to visit that place once). The diamond was said to belong to some stinking rich Russian man. Well, she didn't care much about diamonds and hotels. She wasn't going to be able to go to the place anytime soon. Besides that, there had been no such news regarding mafia gangs or fights just like she had expected. Media was no longer its true self.

Teresa had gained nothing except for stress, and the days passed on with them just training.

Of course, she couldn't say nothing had happened. Two things did take place. Her nightmares and with that, Seth Clemont.

Teresa's room was upstairs in a corner while Seth's was below. Her nightmares had worsened night by night, and the only comfort had turned out to be Seth. That one man was her only solace when she would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming and crying. It was like someone was blocking her from thinking and grabbing her throat painfully tight. It was Seth who would calm her down and bring focus onto her reality. Despite her situation, she had started to depend on him in these small self-helpful ways. She found herself expecting his arms to hold her every time she'd wake up, and caress her wet cheeks as she would drift off to sleep once again.

When she'd wake again at about 4 or 5 am, he would be gone. Later in the morning, both of them would pretend as if nothing happened. Teresa didn't mind doing that. That had been their connection for the past month. That, and their fistfight during the training session. Teresa was frustrated too, for she had yet not been able to defeat Seth in a fight no matter how hard she tried. She wanted her money back.

It was 3:30 am and her stomach gave painful grumbles.

"I'm really hungry that's it," she muttered as she crept out of her covers and tiptoed downstairs.

It was a habit now. Sleep would barely come to her, and when it did, so would Seth. It was embarrassing, yet she yearned for it, but the embarrassment was greater. Teresa found her way to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. They usually did keep leftovers in there. She bent down to search through the containers of food. There really wasn't much. Or anything to her liking.

"Hey you," someone greeted her quietly.

Teresa's heart flew for a milli-second before gravitating back to its place. She turned around to see Jordan staring at her from a distance. His face looked haunting and ghostly in the pale light of the refrigerator. She gulped. Due to fear and guilt, of course.