Taboo: Bittersweet Revenge (Sequel)

Double-Crossed Agents

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Christians P.O.V

"You got a lot of nerve showing up here", I ordered with my grip getting tighter around her neck.

"You're making a mistake", she warns me, with little sense of threat in her voice. She's going to have to do a whole lot better than that to get herself out of this one.

"You're getting involved in something you don't understand. Where's Litvinenko?", I ask, more like demanded as I tighten my grip.

"In the basement. It's the only way I could keep her safe without arousing suspicion from Styles". Her admitted made me all the more curious. What intent would she have by keeping her safe?

"She's dead?". My eyes widened, making her feel even more threatened than she already was.

"No! But I will be if you don't let go. Listen, I can explain. I'm a double agent", she replied.

"Yeah, I got that!". Did she take me for an idiot? It's pretty damn obvious who she was.

"The other way around! I can prove it to you", she chokes through her obstructed throat.

"This is the part where I'd usually ask why I would believe but in this case I can make as exception. Because I don't believe a god damn word that leaves your mouth", But her reply almost ensured me she's not who I taught she was. She reaches down into her back pocket and surrenders her gun, dropping it to the floor and kicking it away.

"Believe me now?", she choked out. Was I going to risk the possibility of her trying to pull something over me? No. But I needed answers. Unfortunately, listening to her speak was the only option. Reluctantly, I release my grip and allow her to drop to the floor, frustrated I didn't get the answer I wanted out of her.

"Talk!", I barked at her.

"We infiltrated Argent's operation through Styles. He brought in our division as extra office power. Interpol's known about Styles for more than 8 years. But this goes beyond Styles and what he's capable of. It's what your girlfriends psychotic father is doing right now that were interested in".

"Extra office power, huh?" I replied unconvincingly, shaking my head in disapproval of her answer. "Look no offense to you and your 'extra office power', you've been useless for the past 8 years.". Discrediting her argument, I turn my back on her to find the basement. There was no way I was trusting a word she said, essentially disregarding her presence.

'So that's it huh? You think I'm useless?", she questions.

"Argent rounded up the top scientists of their field. Mostly nuclear and genetic scientists. He invites them to a 'charity ball' last month in Toronto where the entire building was supposed to burn to the ground with everybody in it".

Well at least she knew the lead motives of that night, but that still doesn't do much to back up her credibility.

"Nothing went off. I was there".

"Triggerman was distracted. Well, trigger woman. Pierce was supposed to blow the damn place up with 8 blocks of C4 attached to her before I switched them out with fakes. And if you still don't believe me, you can ask her yourself!"

"So you knew? You knew what he did to her and you didn't do a thing about it?". My frustrations are about to blow through the roof. I'm no saint either, but if she claims she's who she says she is, she could've done a whole lot more than stand on the sidelines.

"As much as I'd like to revel in the idea of kicking her while she's down, I tried everything I could to get her alone. Styles was too fixated on her to let anyone near her. He told me if I so much as looked at her, he'd skin me alive! I tried countless times to get her alone, but everywhere she went, he followed her like a love drunk lost puppy".