A Spy Never Falls in Love

Chapter 8

 

Chapter 8

I weaved in and out of traffic. I ran red light, got honked at and was shown the finger plenty of times. I didn’t care. I fucking loved this car. It was so fast and I wondered what it would be like to run someone off the sidewalk; I kinda had an obsession with Grand Theft Auto.

I had been following the directions Trent gave me towards the outskirts of town. I lived in Los Angeles and we were heading towards the beach. When the houses were few and there was no traffic Trent told me to pull over.

“But, whyyyyyyyy?” I whined.

“Because, Sasha, my dearest daughter, you don’t know where we’re going and me driving would be easier than giving you directions.” Trent replied patiently.

“Ugh fine” I pulled over and got out of the car, walking to the passenger side. Once we were driving again Trent started talking again.

“So let me brief you on a few things. Firstly, please don’t forget to call me Trent and not Max, secondly, when you are in front of Cane you will call him Mr. Mastrano until he believes you trustworthy and grants you permission to call him Cane, you are also to keep quiet and not speak until spoken to and thirdly always do what Cane says, no matter what. If you hesitate for even just a second Cane will shoot you no matter who you are. If he doubts you for a second you’re a goner, so please tread carefully round him.” Trent told me calmly.

“Don’t worry Trent, I’ll be fine. I won’t mess up” I told him confidently.

“Don’t be overconfident Sasha” Trent warned me just as we stopped outside an old amusement park that closed after someone dies of a heart attack on one of the rides.

“Uhm Trent, why did we stop here?” I asked, raising one eyebrow.

Trent turned in his seat to look at me “Because this is the headquarters of Mastrano Operations”

“An old amusement park? Seriously? Is this guy Bipolar or something?” I asked. I mean, who chose an amusement park for their headquarters.

“Who knows, maybe he is bipolar, it sure would explain a lot” replied Trent. “Oh this is for you” Trent passed me a backpack.

I opened it.

“Clothes?” I asked confused. “What’s wrong with what I'm wearing?” I asked, frowning as I looked down at my black hoodie, blue skinny jeans and black converse.

Trent snorted. “No one in their right mind would go see Cane Mastrano wearing jeans and Converse” he replied.

“Ugh. Fine, whatever. Well turn around then if you expect me to change” I snapped.

Trent chuckled and turned away. I pulled out a short black pencil skirt, a white see-through blouse and 6 inch black high-heels. There was black lacy underwear in the back pack as well. I changed into the clothes and had to admit, they were flattering to my body. The short tight skirt showed off my legs and you could see my lacy bra though the blouse, it actually looked classy instead of slutty. I put the heels on and they added to my height. I cleared my throat and Trent turned around.

“How do I look?” I asked, giving a little twirl.

“Very mature and daughterly” Trent replied, smiling slightly. “There is also a fake ID and passport in the bag”

I pulled them out and I saw my face in the pictures and typed next to them was ‘Sasha Bake, Age 21” and all the other important details about my fake life.

“Can I ask why am I dressed like a business woman Trent?” I asked

“Because Cane will respect you more. Always show confidence and you’ll be fine, never let them know what you’re thinking” Trent told me.

“One more thing before we go in. Who picked out the clothes?” I asked Trent.

“I did” He replied. I blushed at the thought of him picking out the underwear.

“You have good taste” I commented dryly.

“Are you ready Sasha dear?” Trent asked me, looking amused.

“Of course daddy dearest” I said smiling sweetly up at him.

“Well then, let’s get this show on the road” Trent replied.

We walked through the entrance of the amusement park, passing all the rides. We finally stopped in front of the Haunted House.

“A haunted house? Really?” I asked, rolling my eyes. Trent chuckled but didn’t bother replying.

We walked in and were suddenly surrounded by about ten muscular, strong men with machine guns.