SANYA

𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓷𝓮

disclaimer: this book is fiction and contains violence, strong language, and moderate smut

sanya's pov

The cold grey cement scraped against my bare face as Andrea pinned me down. She tightened her headlock on me and her much larger body weighed down on my back.

"You can't always rely on your weapons, Sanya," Andrea leaned in, her warm breath poking at the skin of my ear.

"You're right," I muttered and slithered the looser-gripped arm free from her hold as I noticed her grip lessened and winded her neck with my entire arm, then pulled her down onto the cement in one motion. I swiftly got onto her, pinning her down with my knee to her chest and placing my hand on one of the pressure points on her arms, but not striking.

If it weren't for training, she'd be out.

As she struggled under my adrenaline-filled hold, I grasped my signature tiny karambit that has slit the throats of hundreds of men from my hidden waist sheath and poked at her throat. "But I can't help myself," I mumbled.

She attempted to knee my back with her leg from behind me, but I only kicked it back instinctively. It was expected of her.

I dug the lethal point of my karambit into her throat, I couldn't help but giggle internally as her eyes widened. It was covered with a tip. I wasn't that psycho!

I got up, releasing her from her paralysis. She sat up and sighed.

"This is why I don't like training with you," she said, laughing as her breath finally caught up with her. She tightened her messy ponytail and got up.

"Good job Sanya," Andrea said and walked past me, joining a group of agents conversing.

I merely smiled at her comment.

Andrea was one of my favorite agents at Lux, my assigned agency. Ever since arriving in the States from Germany, she was the only figure in my life to show any presence of warmth. Maybe the agent Ayaan who found me in a burned orphanage essentially saving my life and also giving me the name "Sanya" when I was an infant did, but I had no recollection of him. I only knew of him from stories told by Andrea. Other than that, he solely existed within her words.

Although his warmth may be from an assumption I curated, he may have just felt an obligation to save a baby, despite it not being his mission. Andrea had this natural demeanor of warmth and I always saw her as an older sisterly figure. She taught me many things without a scolding and treated me like an actual human, not just some killing machine produced by an agency that many of the adults here did. 

This warmth I speak of however is not love though. I do not know of love and one day Andrea won't come back to Lux — alive, or even me, so its better to keep it in the unknown.

"Sanya in Victor's office now," a voice echoed throughout the spacious training arena from an intercom.

It was about time I had a mission. My hands haven't been stained in a week with my favorite color. I maneuvered my way through the building, its dark and cold essence glooming.

"Sanya," a blonde woman nodded and opened the office door for me. His office was even colder than the rest of the entire building making my arms tingle as I stepped in. Victor sat in his black leather chair, sorting through paperwork on his desk.

"Sir."

He didn't look up for a bit and the only fright in me came from him. His disregard for me made me anxious, but for some reason, I wanted to test the waters.