Undercover Badge 2; Girl With A gun (Badass with a badge ) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Badass With A Badge 2; Girl With A gun

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Sorry that I missed my deadline. Wattpad and I were having issues, but we're all sorted now.

NOTE; this book is the second in a series. So, I beg you please, to read the first book; Badass With a Badge first.

Thank you, and love forever;

Black_Wings.

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PREFACE

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Special Agent James Allegresso had been offered a job in the FBI when he was nineteen years old, after a national incident with one of America's worst gangs. After his girlfriend disappeared, off the radar. Now, four years later, James was twenty three, and his girlfriend would be twenty one. But, after four years of searching, Katrina Veynox was declared dead.

"Damn it, Allegresso!" the big, burly man sitting behind the desk cried, slamming a meaty hand on the desk. The sound was loud, and James was surprised the desk hadn't split in two. James hadn't changed much from a nineteen year old boy. He was slightly taller, more filled out muscle wise, and his voice had taken on a slight deeper quality.

"I tell you not to pull stunts, and what do you do? You pull stunts! This is the second time this week, Agent! And its MONDAY!" The man roared. His name was Douglass Scotts.

They sat in an office. The walls were a dull grey, and behind the man at the desk hung a framed American flag. On the desk sat an aging computer, and documents of all sorts.

And Douglass Scotts was Special Agent James Allegresso's currant boss. "Good, God. James, I swear, If you weren't the best on this force, I'd kick you off it. Should have stayed at Quantico." Douglass used to be a trainer at the Quantico FBI training base in Virginia. Now, however, he headed a unit in Washington, DC.

"Anyway." the large man barreled on. "I assume you are aware as to the situation with your Brother?"

James flinched. His brother, Duncan Allegresso, had taking over a gang. Its head, Katrina's mother, had been killed as well as her second in line, and Duncan took it upon himself to take over, something he'd done successfully.

"The situation is worsening, and 'higher ups' have called in two ex-CIA agents to help us. They're meeting us tomorrow afternoon. Apparently, they're the best of the best, and now work as guns or protection for hire. I don't really care. You have been chosen to take care of this, against my better judgment." Douglass muttered the last part. "Dismissed."

With a parting nod, Special agent James Allegresso of the FBI, left the room.

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In the Hotel Magnifique, Paris, on the seventh floor, in room one hundred and nine, lay a girl.

The suite was spacious, total luxury, with opening glass balcony doors leading from the five star hotel room to a balcony with the view of the French Riviera.

The bed was large, with white Egyptian cotton sheets, and pillows with duvets made of down. The walls were painted a caramel gold. The floor a rich, thick, chocolate brown rug. A mahogany door to the left lead to a large en-suite bathroom.

The girl lay in the middle of the bed, on her stomach. Her bare, warmly tanned back exposed, her head turned to the left, and her dark, almost black hair fanning out behind her. Four small black stars on her right shoulder blade, their points touching as they formed a square. The white sheets were slightly bunched along the small of her back, before fanning out to cover the bottom half of the bed. Slowly, her lands twisted to fists, and she pushed up from the mattress, arching her back as she stretched, letting out a moan of pleasure. It was clear that she was naked, as her dark hair trailed down her back, and she slowly opened silver-blue eyes.

The bathroom door to the left opened, and a man walked out. He was twenty six, six feet tall, and muscular. He wore black silk boxers, and his hair was a wild mane, his eyes alight with mischief. He leaned against the doorframe and appraised her naked body.

"Mon Ange de feu est eveille. " His French was immaculate, clipped, and said in a voice that could make women weak. "Hmm, I am awake, and I think you should come back to bed." The girl purred.

"Would love to, my sweet, but if I remember correctly, you have a meeting." he replied, his eyes traveling down her leanly muscled frame. "Though the thought of you leaving me puts me in agony." he growled, but the sound was fierce, a challenge.

"Revenez ensuite au lit." she purred in French, inviting him back to the bed.

"Ah, ma chere, fille renarde, vous deve aller. Autant que je deteste le dire." he replied, and she pouted, knowing he was right in telling her to go.

She sighed, and stood from the bed, not embarrassed at all by her naked frame. "Where are my clothes?" she asked. The man in the doorway picked up a pair of black lace panties, and a black bra off the floor, followed by a tailored black trench coat.

"Wasn't I wearing more?" she asked, raising a brow.

"You mean those?" he indicated the four inch black leather stiletto boots. "Oh! That's more like it." she said with a devilish grin. After pulling on her underwear, and donning the mid thigh trench coat, she pulled on the boots.

She slipped over to his mirror, and pulled a brush through her hair, then brushed her teeth with the spare toothbrush in his bathroom. Walking out, she headed over to the mirror, and applied blood red lipstick, and black eyeliner and mascara. She smiled at her reflection. Pulling out the big, dark sunnies and putting them on her face, looking the perfect Paris girl. "Don't take too long to get back to me, will you?" the man on the bed said, using his own voice that held a true Russian accent. She laughed and turned to him. "A Russian spy? Pining after his American Spy Lover?" she laughed.

"See you in Venice, end of the summer?" she asked with a smile. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Beautiful." he murmured, watching her. She laughed, turning around.

"Oh, and Katrina?" he asked. She turned and raised her eyebrow when he used her name.

"Don't be late."

Ex-American Spy, Katrina Veynox simply smiled in return, before making her way out room hundred and nine, down the seven floors, and out The Hotel Magnifique, heading toward the airport to get a plane out of Paris, to go to the United States, where she was supposed to meet with the FBI.

Fabulous...

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COMMENT!!!!

Recap;

Special Agent James Allegresso had been offered a job in the FBI when he was nineteen years old, after a national incident with one of America's worst gangs. After his girlfriend disappeared, off the radar. Now, five years later, James was twenty four, and his girlfriend would be twenty two. But, after four years of searching, Katrina Veynox was declared dead.

"See you in Venice, end of the summer?" she asked with a smile. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Love." he murmured, watching her. She laughed, turning around.

"Oh, and Katrina?" he asked. She turned and raised her eyebrow when he used her name.

"Don't be late."

Ex-American Spy, Katrina Veynox simply smiled in return, before making her way out room hundred and nine, down the seven floors, and out The Hotel Magnifique, heading toward the airport to get a plane out of Paris, to go to the United States, where she was supposed to meet with the FBI.

Fabulous....

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COMMENT!!!!!!!

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