Once Upon A Mission

Chapter Five - Pen

I found the head quarters "too beautiful for words." This was way better than the first one. It was bigger. It felt like being in a vacation. It was absolutely breathtaking.

The plants were visibly wet from their probable everyday watering by whoever this rich little Dora the Explorer hired. They looked so bright and alive, I wanted to pluck them out of their life supply and sniff them and keep them all to myself. There was yet another pool. But this one surrounded the back and both sides of the house like a neck pillow. Some parts of the walls of the house were made out of glass so you'd have a perfect view of the pool from the inside. The whole exterior of the mansion was a powdery white with planks of matte black on the roof and some parts of the several windows and doors. It looked sleek and clean. Like it was a freaking IKEA advertisement or something. And that's just the outside. Imagine what the inside looks like!

"Are you done eye raping my place Amehlya." I sensed mockery. And I didn't like it one bit. I just rolled my eyes in reply.

He went up the few steps to the front porch and I followed suit. I thought he'd have a key or something but I was surprised that right before we could actually get to the door, a maid opened it. It would've been fine if she looked like a normal maid. But the woman that stood before me had one of those maid costumes, pörno version. Her cleavage was practically saying hello to the whole world and a big smile was on her face. "Hola señor. "Es que el tiempo de juego aún?" She bit her lip seductively as she twirled a lock of brown hair between her fingers. Probably something sexual. I'll say it. Man whòre!

Marco chuckled and eyed me with a smirk. He moved her hair to the side whispered something that made her squeal like a whale.

Okay fine, it was graceful as fück. Whatever.

But this guy had serious sėxual issues. Wouldn't his dingaling fall off? I mean it was obvious that he probably got laid more times than I could blink in a minute. The girl eventually widened the door and let us in.

Okay, the interior of his house was sleek and minimal. It's like a live freak show. Most of his furniture was either matte black or made out of dark oak wood. Plus, he had like a gazillion 'maids' around the house who had cleaning equipment but I was sure they didn't even know how to clean up a freaking table.

"Sorry about the maids señorita, I wasn't really expecting someone to come over." He whispered not to softly with sarcasm lacing his words.

I gave him a tight "smile" and followed him as he led me to a flight of stairs. We came to a stop in front of two frosted glass doors. He swiped a card and it slid open. Dark oak wood covered the floor and I suddenly felt out of place with the worn out converse that I was wearing. There was a large dark oak wood table with one of those spinning chairs near the wall. I was tempted to sit on his chair and spin until I puke. His voice snapped me back to business. "So, since you can't really decline this offer since you already know too much. I might as well tell you all about it."

He sat on the spinny chair thingy and gestured for me to have a seat at one of the black cushion seats across his desk. I dramatically slumped down on it, earning a glare from him. "The association I told you about was started by my fore fathers. They made a pact to serve justice to those who deserve it and long story short, it was eventually passed down to my father. My father honored the association, it's truly a loss that he had to die." His expression softened the same time and way my heart did for him. "So now it is me who is running it. Well my uncle, Tiyo Paolo, actually. He was sort of my father's underboss, side kick, vice president. Whatever the hell you Americans wanna call it and now he's mine. He is what all the agents or whatever you wanna call it sees as their boss. But it's still me who gives the word. Do you follow?" He shot me a look.

I just nodded. "My uncle will probably disapprove of you since he has excellent agents under training but you're lucky I like you so you're under my wing and he can't say no to me. After all, his just Robin and I'm Batman." He smirked.

"Cocky bastard." I muttered under my breath.

"What was that bella?" He asked. I shook my head. "I was just wondering why you would want me. I mean yeah, I know a thing or two about self defense but from what you have said, I'm sure all the agents you already have are far more experienced." I asked, actually curious.

"Like I said, I like you." He grinned. Heat made its way between my legs and to my cheeks. Then he chuckled. "Not in that way. Don't flatter yourself too much, señorita."

I rolled my eyes. "What is it exactly that you like so much about me?" I placed my elbows on his table, crossing it in front of me in a taunting way. He glared at my arms for a while then his eyes wandered around the room. "I don't know. There's just something about you. Maybe it's your feisty attitude? Or perhaps that perky little ass?"

I slammed my hand hard against his desk. "Listen buddy, I'm not here to be sexually harassed. Just tell me about this and make me not decline it." He looked... entertained. Fückin bitch.

"It's not like you can decline. But it's cute. You threatening me like that." He crossed his arms behind his head and leaned against his chair. Pulling his feet up, he rested it on the desk. "Anyway, since you already know self defense, I'm sure you'll enjoy the training. Not to mention, the millions of dollars you'll get in every mission you complete. Plus this'll take you away from you terrible life at home. You can start a new life. This is more beneficial for you than it is to me, quite honestly."

I gaped at him. I couldn't think of a witty comeback because all he said was completely true. I wanted this. And maybe more.

"Give me the stupid pen."