Crown of Sins - Chaelisa

-Chapter Four-

*Lisa's POV*

I walk from her club to headquarters.

It's an attempt to get her out of my head completely. Her body, her attitude, everything about her that confuses the fuck out of me. How she seems so callous and like the epitome of a crime boss—but then was so willing to help once she heard why I wanted it.

Fuck.

I don't like my head being messed with.

Okay. That's an understatement.

I've broken bones for it in the past. And though it doesn't happen much anymore, it definitely used to. Maybe that's why it's bothering me so much this time. Maybe.

But even at my desk—meticulously organized—and in the lack of chaos that is my work space, I can't quite let go of the smell of her. It's lingering in my nose, working its way into my brain. Like a fucking parasite.

She's the parasite. A dirty earwig that somehow charms its way in with a perfect body and that sassy mouth—that I'd really like to bite into, just enough to hurt—and then starts to destroy every bit of brain that it can reach.

Soon I'll be a drooling mess, unable to do anything but think about what she looked like...Fuck.

That mouth of hers. She's a bitch with a face that's too pretty, almost hiding it. Plus, hello. She's a fucking criminal. The bad guy. The kind I take down with satisfaction.

But. But, the way she took control, of her man, of me...of everyone who knows her. There's something there. Some kind of intoxication that seeps into places it shouldn't.

"Hey, Manoban," someone says from behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. And I can't decide if that's perfect, or if there's a chance I may turn and punch him right in the dick.

"What the fuck do you want?" I snap without spinning to see who it is. As long as it's not a superior, I'm fine. And mine is a woman, so the deep voice still behind me should be safe enough to harass.

"Well, who pissed in your coffee this morning?" Agent Maxwell says as he rounds the corner of my desk to get into view, since I'm clearly not turning for him. "You look like you're seconds away from breaking someone in half," he adds.

Part of me almost laughs, but not for the reasons he'd guess. I push that part down before opening my mouth to answer, though.

"It'll be you in a matter of moments," I say. And it feels good to be an asshole to someone else.

Maxwell lifts his hands into the air, dark palms outward, in surrender, as he takes a step back getting farther from my desk. He may think he's a safe distance now, but he should know better since we've spent time in the gym together.
I may be tall, but I'm quicker than you'd expect.

But it's enough to calm me down, seeing an agent with twice my time in the field plus several inches and I don't even want to know how much muscle on me, surrendering to my attitude like I could really do anything to him.

He's the kind of guy who scares new recruits with his voice deeper than deep, his eyes so dark they're almost black, and a mouth on him that rivals mine.

I may be scrappy, but not enough.

Taking a breath, I nod to him, letting my own shit go for a moment.

"I just wanted to let you know that another kid went missing this morning. And we're pretty sure it's connected to The Elites. I just wondered if you had any luck during your meeting with The Princess?" Maxwell asks as he sits on the edge of a desk across from mine.