Everything you need to know about Red.
Being a father to be, and in such a complicated moment of his professional life, Red has a lot to protect. He'll have to do the impossible in order to save the woman of his life from the murder accusations tha...
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Past few days have been a shithole. Working my ass off to crack this undercover job hasn't been as stressful as it fancies to be lately. Not much progress is made to say the least, and I got only three weeks to find the damn X-File that doesn't seem to be tangible at all.
At times I wonder if it's a real thing or just an oldwife tale made by some politically bored asshole in need to shake the base of all shady stuff going on in this dirty world. But if Marlow believes in its damn existence, who am I to judge? Investigating on a fruitless quest is never his style.
Certainly not. Clearly. He sniffs he bites, and he's a bloody patriot even if he sometimes acts like he ain't.
But what I do believe in is the existence of Bioweapons as another dangerous trigger to world chaos. Rumor has it that Kingston Pharmaceutical is a shadow company behind the development of a very deadly virus. If not not taken into account, another pandemic may rise—probably bigger than the COVID-19.
If Lara Cooper was the last person who is allegedly believed to have had the access to the X-File, then who else could have found it afterwards? The Federal Bureau thought it would be within the walls of Kingston House but there's no trace of it. It suddenly disappeared and everyone is on the lookout, including Patrick Kingston himself, and of course, his elder son.
Swirling in my thoughts, I don't realize I've reached Kenna's door. I suck in a breath, slowly dismantling the FBI scraps like the bad air from the fish market. How the fuck did I get myself into this mess, damn it? I sigh again, a bit relieved that I'll be expecting some new intel from the CIA secret agent assigned as my partner.
I wonder if it's another know-it-all pimp, or some pain in the ass like Fred Zinger, one of my second-in-command majors who resembled a cyborg. That bastard. Just the thought of his gravelly voice still takes me back to the snowstorms of Moscow.
Winter soldiers, my ass! It was freezing cold and I hate snow till date.
"Hey." Sharp gray eyes regard me when the door slides open. "What a surprise."
"Yeah. How are you, Kenna?" I reply after a sigh.
"Good. Come in. I bet you're here to see Mia, and she'd be delighted."
I smile feebly and walk in.
Kenna James. Up to now I haven't decided where exactly to put her. She's as sassy as butterflies in the country field, yet as tenacious as bees in the trunk. She is meek but not quite sweet. She's a riddle.
But she cares about Mia. That's the most important thing.
Sophie Diaz is also here. I may be tough and inflexible, but in front of this woman I somehow feel small. She's Mia's mom—literally like a Dowager countess. Not that she intrigues me, but there's a small part of me seeking her approval.
I'm a man having an affair with her daughter, dammit. She probably knows that by now.
But well, it's not my fault that the husband couldn't do a better job.
