A Love Like Water

Chapter 7 - Green Flag Freen

Freen's POV

3 weeks after my wound has finally healed.

We decided to plan our next mission concerning the incident that has been happening in one of the most crowded strip club here in Bangkok.

Strippers disappears and were gone missing after they were taken home by the VIPs who called for them.

3 cases had already happened, all are found dead the next day..

Forensic reports says that the victims were drugged first and then they will be raped and get strangled to death. Then the bodies will be dumped around uncrowded streets of Bangkok and they will be found the next day by passerbys.

Strip clubs..

Fuuuck..

Okay strip fucking clubs - that means Becky will undercover as a stripper!!??

No..

No fucking way..

I won't let her..

Why it doesn't feel right?

Of course it's not and it will never be okay with the kind of job that we have.

But Becky wearing sexy clothes?

I don't want anyone to see her wearing sexy clothes or worse strip in front of those VIP customers..

No..

My jaw tightened and I clenched my fist at the thought..

I'll try to talk to her about this..

We can switch roles this time..

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The plan was I will be an undercover as a waitress who will serve at any VIP rooms where Becky will be going as she will undercover as a stripper.

"Bec. Bec. Bec." I called as I stare at her from across the table.

"Hmmm??" She stopped taking a sip from her coffee and curiously looked at me.

We were having a coffee break in one of our favorite coffee shops near the headquarters..

"Can we switch roles for this strip club's mission?" I asked her while looking straight at her seriously.

She raised one eyebrow at me as she placed down her coffee cup on the table.

"Freen.. Why, is there something wrong with our plan? I thought we already finalized this one?" She asked again now looking at me.. Like looking straight into my soul, looking for answers..

"No, nothing's wrong with the plan. It is good. It- -its just..." I can't fucking finish my sentence because I don't wanna sound anything that could make her feel uncomfortable.

My hands started to grip the two sides of the table because I was fucking nervous but I wanted to say it to her..

"Freen, what's wrong?" she asked me again and both of her eyebrows started to frown and she just looked at me waiting for me to speak again.

"I don't want you to under cover as a stripper and I think that we should switch roles. Its too dangerous for you and I don't think I will be able to protect you when the VIPs asks me to go out of the room when they order something. I can't let you stay there alone. I just can't. Please let's just switch, Bec. I--" I blurted out as I speak hastily at her on a very low tone. I'm not sure if she got everything I said. But she suddenly held my left hand and her gaze softens.