✍︎ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞-𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 [dark psychopath x FBI romance] | 𝟏𝟖+

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟢𝟤

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If someone were to ask me what a typical Thursday looks like for an FBI special agent assigned to the witness protection program, I'd probably have to retort with, "Pretty damn bad."

Elijah Parker had the audacity to call me from my long-awaited vacation last week, detail the entire situation, then put me and my two partners on a government plane and fly us across the Atlantic to a town in the United Kingdom for some three surviving girls.

Maybe I would have resigned, taken over another headquarters sector, or asked superiors higher than Elijah himself to release me from the case, but I couldn't resist the temptation. The truth is, the witness protection program didn't have time – people who survived catastrophes needed to be urgently taken, hidden, or protected, and feeding on someone else's thrill is enjoyable.

I crack my knuckles, cross under my arms, and glance around the shabby office. I don't know what kind of fate lottery this is, but tragic deaths, assassinations, or various degrees of catastrophes mostly occur in antisocial, closed, and strange communities – Winchester, in this case, is no different.

"So, ladies, for the past week, while Liam Harris and his department have been meticulously collecting your testimonies, our job has been to analyze each of your profiles," Elijah continues his monotonous speech as if our arrival here were routine.

Mark, sitting next to me, snickers and nudges my elbow.

"I'm sorry," the only old enough woman sitting there speaks up, pointing a finger at us, "But who are they?"

Elijah rubs his eyes with his palm and mumbles, "These are the special agents assigned to the witness protection program, Mrs. Blons, I talked about."

The black woman nods unpleasantly and gulps, pulling the red-haired girl closer to her side. I click my lips and briefly scan the, as I understand, so-called victims.

"Well, according to the profiles you've provided, each of you has been assigned a special agent."

Elijah splits a stack of papers and pushes one of the documents towards Mark. The blond man grabs the proffered sheet and delves into reading it as the chief continues narrating the information laid out in front of my partner's eyes.