"Tell me how the hell we got on a yacht!" I yell to my teammate. "I don't know but keep running!" She responds to me.
I jump over the stairs and I go into the first room I see. There is a counter, no, a bar, and I hide under it. Of course, I see people on here. But that's not my concern right now. Right now, I have to blend in.
I grab an apron from the side and I pull it on. I take my hair tie out and I fluff my hair down. Using a pin from my bodysuit, I loosen the collar to make it look more natural. I then stand up and I turn around.
"Hello, what can I get y-" My voice dies off as I see the man in front of me. We make eye contact, and to no surprise, he doesn't brake it.
I know him.
He knows me.
We have, no, had a connection.
That was over as soon as I betrayed him and sent him to jail.
Pretty sure he hates me.
But I don't want to know.
"Julia." His dark voice makes me want to shiver. But that'd be showing weakness. And I'm not doing that, especially in front of him. "Are you going to answer me. Or are you going to give me the silent treatment." He asks again.
"Madden. How.....how are you." I ask him, with a cautious tone. His jaw clenches and ticks. He's mad. I mean, who wouldn't be mad if they got sent to jail. But Madden gets a different type of mad. So mad, that even NAVY SEALS might get scared.
"Just fine." He says with a cold iciness to his voice. It cuts right through any hope I had of being kind to him. Or the hope that he'd be kind to me. Maddens eyes are still locked on me as he takes a sip of what looks like whiskey.
We stare at each other, for many seconds. Possibly minutes. Until my teammate runs into the area and says we have to leave. She pulls me away and I break eyes contact with Madden first.
My teammate and I run off the yacht and we jump into a black minivan. I sigh and I stare at the door.
No words are said, not until we get back to the private airport. But even then, I am thinking of him.
As soon as I step out of the minivan, I'm met with The Coordinator.
"Hello." I say to him.
"Julia, great to see you. We have information. You are being relocated." He says to me.
I pause, my whole body going still. "Where might this relocation be?" I ask him.
"With two other ladies, of whom you are well known with."
"I didn't say who I was with, I said where." I try to get to the point. The agency likes to put their agents in places they're familiar with. And if we're thinking the same place. I'm fucked.
"You're going to Falcons Well, or Thunder Bay, Massachusetts. You'll be accompanied by Alessandra and Catarina. You three have been there already. So you'll do well."
Of course. Just....of course. I don't go to church for a month and this is what God gives me? Of course.
I'm happy about who I'm with. Two girls who I've known forever. The place? Not so much.
But I can't go against the agency. And I'm not one to back down from a challenge.
"Then let's go already." I take a deep breath and I get into the plane.
We jet off. And The Coordinator starts telling me about the mission.
But my mind is on someone else. A guy. Who I loved. We both gave everything to each other. But instead of the guy screwing the girl over. I screwed him over. I can't change my actions. Yet I still feel horrible for what I did.
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Devils Night Assassin
RomanceJulia Morozov has regrets. That's a lie. She has one regret. Hurting the boy she loved. And when she ends up back at the town she and two other girls ruled. She has to face him again. Along with completing a mission.
