Heartless

Carson's Dirty Deal

Chapter  2

"Eva, Eva!" I twirled around at the familiar voice and groaned. I almost had gotten out of the building unnoticed.

I dropped off the flash drive from the latest assignment and I was anxiously awaiting my month long vacation in Brazil. I was looking forward to basking in the sun and getting away from the bitter cold of winter in Montana.

"Yes, Carl?" I continue on my way towards the exit picking up the pace.

"Hey, I've been looking for you." Carl did a quick jog to keep in stride with my desperate steps to escape.

"No, I'm leaving in the morning for my vacation." The door loomed ahead, just a few more feet.

"I'm sorry but you are being summoned." Carl hand shot out to halt my progress.

Huffing out a frustrated breath, I stopped and faced him. I growled at his touch and he immediately dropped his hand from my arm. I don't like to be touched. "Come on Carl; tell them you didn't see me."

"Sorry, this is coming from the top."

"Ughhhh! Who?"

"Councilman Carson."

"Which one?"

"Jeremiah."

My body stiffen and clenched he name. It was no secret that I couldn't stand the man. I didn't trust him but he was not someone I could blow off.

Jeremiah Carson was ruthless and tried pushing his agenda onto everyone around him. It was rumored that even his own son, couldn't stomach being near him and left.

I followed Carl to Councilman Carson's private office and he left quickly. I took a deep breath steely myself against whatever lied beyond the door.

Carson's power scared a lot of people and they walked cautiously around him. He was one of the main proponents of upholding the traditional laws for werewolves and making sure that those laws were enforced. He believes that the male held all the power and female were weak. He hated that werewolves mingled with humans.

It was surprising that his archaic way of thinking was supported by a majority of the men on the council. They were a few on the council that were more liberal and lenient about showing some fairness in werewolf matters.

I knocked on his door and waited for permission to enter.

"Come in." My wolf instantly growled at his deep gruffy voice.

I opened the door taking in the dark wood furnishings of his office and a set of brown, leather couches and tables tucked in the corner. Jeremiah

Carson was standing behind his chair staring at me as I entered. I immediately bowed my head showing him respect for his position. "Sit."

I obeyed his command quietly taking a seat in a chair in front of his desk. He retained his superior positioning over me by standing and letting the silence amp up the tension in the room. "I have an assignment for you."

Finally he broke the silence and I didn't like what I just heard.

"I am leaving tomorrow." I didn't want any part of his assignments. I have gotten this far without having to directly deal with him. I made sure to stay from any of his assignments.

"You will cancel your plans. I have looked through the candidates and your name kept turning up."

"Sir, I have been on several assignments for the past six months, and I need a break."

"You will have your vacation and complete the assignment. This one is off the books."

"Personal?"

"Complicated." He handed me a file with the name Raven printed on the front. "I picked you because you are the best for this assignment. They call you the Infiltrator and that is what I need. I need you to infiltrate the Raven Pack and find out what they are hiding."

I open the file to the picture of a couple and thumb through a few papers behind their picture. "Anyone can do what you are asking."

"Yes, but not everyone is a half-breed or a rejected mate." That was a well guarded secret only a few people knew my history. The fact that this asshole has the information put me on edge. I wonder if he really knows everything?

I jumped out of my chair growling, "How do you know that?"

"It doesn't matter. Now sit down, I don't have time for temper tantrums. You will go to the Raven Pack as Eva Pesch."

"You want me to go as myself? That is not how I operate. I create an alias and-"

"They will see through that. You don't know these people. They have a security team and believe me; they will find your real identity. The only way you are going to get close to them is to be yourself."

"No, I don't want this assignment. I will not expose my true self. I create a fake persona to protect my identity."

"You think you have a choice." Carson reached into his desk pulling out a pouch and dropped it on his desk.

"Here, everything you need is in there. I expect a weekly report. You will only report to me directly. You're dismissed."

I stood there for a second before grabbing the pouch off the desk and exiting his office.

Shit! I stormed out of the building and headed for my place. For once I didn't pay attention to the harsh cold air; I relished the cold air as it fanned the rage that was building inside. I stalked my way to my place not acknowledging anyone in passing.

Slamming my door I dropped the pouch on my kitchen table and yank open the refrigerator door pulling out a beer. I guzzle the bitter taste of the dark liquid in two gulps.

The leather pouch mocked me and I slumped down onto one of the chairs. I unzipped the pouch and dump the contents on the table. Several things clattered on the table from a roll of cash, credit cards, set of car keys, and thumb drive. I picked up the thumb drive and got up and plugged it into my laptop.

The drive had several folders of people, the town, and my cover. I was curious what the hell pique the interest of Carson about this pack. They seemed normal enough. On the upside, I was headed to a warmer climate.

Sighing I stared at my packed suitcases. I might as well get up and repack. Don't think string bikinis are necessary for where I was going.

I traipsed into my bathroom staring at my reflection and running my fingers through my dyed blonde roots. Eva Pesch. Who is she? I don't even remember. I gripped the sides of the sink dropping my head, can I be myself?

I have hidden behind so many personalities, that I wasn't sure if I remember how to be Eva Pesch. I jerked my head back up to stare into my black eyes that reflected back at me in the mirror. I knew one thing; Eva Pesch was not a blonde.

"Ready or not, Vulance here I come."

((A/N))

Uh Oh, I hope they are ready for her?

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Attach is a pic of Jeremiah Carson.

Nicci