I need to hate you

Pilot

"Ivanov'' I answered as I picked up my phone early in the morning, while I was lying on my incredibly comfortable bed, still half asleep. All I needed to hear to wake up is the word murder. As **soon as I did, I added: "Send me the location''. You know I'm kind of the CEO of my family's homicide investigation company. My older brother Alex is actually supposed to be the boss, but I do all of the work, because he is too incapable of such a big responsibility. So, back to the murder:

I put on black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt and a leather jacket onto that. I let my voluminous, brown hair down. After I had sneaked out to not wake up my sister Natalia, I drove to the crime scene, drinking my coffee in my blood-coloured Lamborghini- another fact about me: I LOVE COFFEE AND MY CAR. Who needs a man, when you have those two? As I arrived, I noticed my team and the forensics, but there were others whom at first I didn't recognize. But as I stepped out of the car I noticed a familiar man, one man. That one man makes me want to murder people, well him to be exact. Luciano Frazier, 28 year old Italian FBI Agent, who acts like a two-year old toddler. I was already in a bad mood, but now I was aware of the fact that I am going to have to work with the FBI, which didn't make me feel any better. You can probably guess, that the IHI (Ivanov Homicide Investigation) and the FBI aren't really that cooperative. We are a kind of enemies. You see the difference between the IHI and the FBI is that, we want peace and justice, the FBI on the other side wants... power.

"Frazier'' I spoke, trying to stay calm. " Well hello partner'' Ugh just the thought of us working together disgusts me. Then it came to my mind, that there was a literal dead body lying on the floor in front of us. "What do we have here?'' I asked my friend and diener, Anna, who was the best at examining the corpse. "22 year old, female, died at around 12 am'', she stated. "Cause of death?'' "Overdose'' replied my lovely and annoying brother . But one thing we share is the hatred we feel towards Frazier. Also we can't forget about the death stares of our icy and deep blue eyes. "Todays youth... so irresponsible'' explained the deep and husky voice, letting out a bit of his Italian accent with the Rs. "Was the family informed?'' I requested, staying focused. "Agents are on their way'', responded my co-worker Frankie. "Then why the hell is the FBI here?'' I inquired. " Don't pretend to hate me bellissima(beautiful)''

" Shut up''

" Make me'' was his final answer, before I walked away. I hate him so much, but when he lets out his Italian accent, I can just feel the shivers running down my spine. God the attraction I feel towards European men

And women...

BUT NO, I HATE FRAZIER, I WILL ALWAYS HATE FRAZIER

Hey guys, I haven't written much of this story. I only published this chapter to see if anyone would actually be interested into reading this. Please comment you oppinion or any odeas/tips. Don't be a quiet reader<3