Double Agent

○ thirty one ○

| Ezra |

"There's no record of him anywhere." I scroll down as far as I can on the virtual screen, expanding all the microfiles to make sure I haven't missed any details.

"I've never even met him before. I just don't understand why he knows so much when he hasn't even been around. It feels like a trap."

I search the Rinaldi family tree one more time, but still can't find anyone of importance, much less the actual identity of the guy from the club that day.

I switch over to the location of the tracking device I put into one of the members of her mafia. Her location hovers over the cul de sac neighbourhood of the Italian Cosa Nostra, nothing suspicious. Isadora and I have been on edge, waiting to see if they have any leads on the papers before us. Anna has organised a team of agents that can assemble immediately should we need to track and fight.

In the corner of my eye, Isadora puts her head in her hands. She's irritated. It's been too long since we've had any new information, and we keep walking into dead ends.

"We're going back. Tonight." I order.

"You think he has any more information to give, or that he'll tell us anything? He already played with fire by giving information to the secret service. He's not going to risk his livelihood by saying anything else. I'll be surprised if the club still exists."

I slide my tongue over my teeth, shutting the computer.

"Where you going?"

"I need to punch something."

She places her hands on my chest, stopping me in my tracks. My fists are already clenched in frustration, and I'm fucking angry. It doesn't usually take me this long to finish investigations, and the fact that this fucking half-assed Mafia is on our trail is ridiculous.

She slides her hand to cup the side of my face, the few gold bracelets on her hand jingle as she does so. Her touch burns, sends butterflies everywhere but reminds me just how powerful this woman is and how helpless she can make me. I refuse to look into her eyes.

"Being fast doesn't always mean being the best. And you do not always have to be the best to be a successful agent. We'll get this done." She traces my lips with her thumb.

My heart hurts. She takes care of me so well.

I swallow and then hum in approval even though I'm not ready to unpack her words yet.

She steps away to let me pass, but I grab her wrist and drag her back into me.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going that you can do that and not kiss me?"

She smiles, tiptoeing so she's a little bit taller and can reach my lips, her sweet smell invading every little crevice around me before she leans in and presses a quick kiss to my lips. The sound I let out when she pulls away too quickly is not even remotely masculine, and I drag her right back to my mouth.

She breaks away for a while,  "You're such a big baby."

"Give me your mouth."

She smiles against my lips as I band my hands around her waist.

The door bursts open. Or rather... attempts to. ECHA's monotone voice starts blaring out "unidentified person attempting to enter" and the stainless steel locks triple click.

It's like an instinct I didn't even know I had, but I shove her behind me in an instant and my gun is out, pointed directly at the head of the intruder that's banging on my office doors.

It's her uncle.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing."

He's gasping, pounding on the door.