Secrets Leave Scars [EDITING]

2 - Steele

Marcus Steele is a notorious criminal, most known for his ties to the mafia. Meaning he's the leader. He's managed to flee from four different countries including Russia, Israel, Greece, and France, none of them able to catch him in time. The FBI's Secret Operations Unit, just recently got a hit on him:  last seen in Miami, Florida. My job is to infiltrate his organization and collect concrete evidence to convict him. He's smart when it comes to getting rid of evidence, which is why I need to get close. The bureau wants him to trust me and let his guard down. If anyone is up for that challenge, it's me. I'm determined to succeed, no matter what it takes.

My training and debriefing took up most of my day. I learned the ins and outs of his operations, his right hand men and his left. I have the skills to do this, now it's about taking action. I won't be able to contact my team once I'm inside. They'll do their best to track me, but it won't be easy. I'm essentially, all alone. My team can, however, fill me in on where to go and what to do. Skull Bar is their spot. Their headquarters are located above the bar with high security measures. I get close to one of the members, and convince them to let me join. Then he leads me straight to Marcus. It's a risky task, but like I said, I don't have another choice.

"Agent Diaz," Shaw begins, "Your training is officially complete. You have all the skills, now it's time to use them. Good luck."

"Thanks Shaw," I pull him in for a hug. "You're seriously the best trainer I could've asked for." He chuckles then releases me. We part ways and I head to the SUV to take me to Skull Bar.

Agents blend into the bar's surroundings, watching me until I'm in. They wanted to mic me, but I insisted it was too risky. They'll be around the bar from time to time, to check up on me and report back, but this is the last time I'll interact with them.

I order two shots of tequila and wait for Steele to show up. I'm wearing dark red lipstick with winged liner. My tight black skirt doesn't leave much room for imagination, but my thigh high boots help with that. A leather corset top sits tightly around my torso (I have to look the part). That's one thing I've missed about doing this job. Putting on a new identity. I'm not the agent who got her partner killed, I'm not the orphan from a thousand different foster homes, and I'm not one of the only women in my department. For today I'm Isobel Pierce, a woman with no past or future, looking to join one of the biggest mafias in the world.

I recognize a few of Marcus's men stopping in and out, but he's no where to be seen. I wrap a strand of hair around my finger and twirl it a few times. Patience is something I don't do well.

I notice a man come in and sit by the far right of the bar. I recognize him as Kol Force, also know as Marcus Steele's left hand man. His broad shoulders pop out of the small white t-shirt he's wearing, along with his arm muscles. His skin is light and his wrist is marked with the symbol of the Steele Family Cartel. He wears his light brown hair down, gel scattered throughout it.

I leave my place at the bar and stroll towards his seat. I reach my arm over and place my second shot of tequila in front of him. "Take a shot with me?" I ask him with a smirk on my face. His gentle eyes meet mine and it's hard to believe those are the eyes of a ruthless henchman.

He clears his throat as he looks me up and down. "Cheers," he replies finally, lifting up the shot glass. Our glasses touch and I down the tequila in one sip. I feel a small burn in my throat as the drink goes down. "There are some bad men around these parts you know. It's not safe for pretty girls like you." He says, turning his back again.

"I can take care of myself," I reply, pulling out a stool to sit next to him. Now that I'm up close, I notice a large scar sitting across the bridge of his nose.

"Get another drink for the lady," he tells the bartender.

"Gin and tonic," I add on. Kol grunts and turns back to look at me.

"I'm sure you're wonderful," he begins, "and you're definitely hot." I chuckle, unamused. "I'm just not up for all of that tonight." He finishes, taking a large gulp of his drink.

"Interesting that you assume I want to sleep with you," I tell him, collecting my drink from the bartender. His eyebrows raise in surprise.

"Does that mean you don't?" He replies, a hint of offense in his tone.

"Oh don't get me wrong, you're hot too," I smirk, "I actually just noticed your mark." I say, grazing my finger over his tattoo.

"Ah I see," he replies, moving his arm away. "And what would you know about this mark may I ask?" His other hand reaches down to his pockets, slowly.

"I know that I want in," I reply, stopping his hand with mine. "That won't be necessary," I assure him, looking down at the gun in his pocket. "Recruit me."

His eyes widen a bit before he moves his hand out from under mine. He sits back and watches me, not sure how to respond. I wait patiently, stirring my drink seductively. Finally he leans in closely, "I think you'll fit in well," he whispers.

I grin back at him, leaning in farther, "Trust me. I will."