Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

08. Becoming Bold

CHAPTER 8: Becoming Bold

I study the camera, "Zoom in and go frame-by-frame." I say to Pierce. Aaron stares at me intensely from where he leans against metal desk and penetrates my form, his eyes won't let me go for a second. Samsara appears the same, always standing near while I watch the screens in front of me.

"He's the one who threw me and yet he protected me from the fire. That doesn't make sense." I mutter, just as the camera zooms in. Alexander sits stiffly from his main position at the desk while I pinch my bottom lip. Eight studies the frames.

"I haven't seen a candidate like him before. Fully geared up like that, and conscious of what he was doing in protecting you. Plus, we watched him snap Vaughn's neck after you killed Kaine. Soren died the second the explosion hit and probably so did the other candidates. Obsidian's on the roof right? I say we move to our next plan's with Colton Manufacturing." Eight voices to me, turning to me.

I side glance her, "I want the results first, Eight." I urge her for an answer, darkly.

She sharply inhales as the atmosphere quiets, she blinks at me, "Negative." She whispers. The atmosphere just tingles with her lie. She hopes I don't notice, I hold the need to whack her on the upside of her head.

I turn towards her and Javier. I stare at Javier, "You wear protection, or I will cut your balls straight off, fucking hulk. I've defeated men bigger than you, I will have no problem ripping apart your junior." I point at him.

He blinks at me, "That's not your decision to make, Olive."

I tilt my head at him. Eight stiffens, "Javier, stop talking." She shushes him, watching me warily.

I stare darkly into his eyes, "Not my problem? Not my problem? She's in danger until the Continuum is dead. We're targets now that we're out and you think impregnating her won't risk her being taken and experimented further on because she would be pregnant. You thought about pleasure, that's it. You didn't think of the repercussions behind such actions and entail, would have risked your wife's life and the child's life. I need her help on such missions because not even Aaron could defeat Candidate One-no offence, honey," I quickly glance over to Aaron, before turning back to Javier, "-I understand, you were deprived, I get it, truly, Agent Javier, but I cannot trust One, Four or even Forty. I need all candidates on deck, and you impregnating my main one will make me seriously want to hurt you in ways your inflexible body won't comprehend until I inflict it. Take my advice, wrap it up." I spit at him.

Meira starts laughing under her breath, along with Aidan as Javier's cheeks tint pink, he purses his lips, narrowing his eyes at me while Eight looks at me, fully amused.

"It's good to have you back, killer." Branson chuckles behind me.

"Honey?" I hear beside me.

I blink, turning to him, waiting. He stares at me, a slow smile on his lips, "No, I was asking. Honey? The choice of nickname." He murmurs, an indecipherable look deep within his eyes. It was more of an endearment.

I furrow my eyebrows, "What's wrong with it?" I ask, swiftly.

He looks down, "Nothing. I love it." He whispers, smiling softly to himself.

"Gag me." Candidate One interrupts, rudely as he steps up onto the main platform of the desks, technical support and all agents around him, only he stares at me.

I meet his eyes, "What do you want?"

"I need to borrow Obsidian." He blurts out to me, gaining everyone's attention as Eight narrows her eyes at him. I study him closely.