TOXIC FANFIC

06: Tatianna

•Agent Bryan•

I wasn't sure whether I was embarrassed due to the fact that I had the bitch alone and I let her get away; or if I was embarrassed because I was found unconscious, naked from the waist down, and tied up like a lil bitch by four of my agents, including my fucking captain. My anger stemmed from a mixture of both, and I was huffing heavily as I stood over Sarah. "What's the ho's name?" I grumbled. We were down at the evidence lab and her and her team were running tests on everything that could have either hair, blood, semen, shit anything that could give us the real name of this bitch.

Four fake ID's as well as two fraudulent passports were found in the house. It's fair to say that the bitch had plans on leaving the states after she's done with her hits. "I wonder why she didn't kill you," hearing that from Sarah's mouth caused a glare to be sent her way. Hearing it from anyone's mouth pissed me the fuck off, really. "I mean doesn't she usually have sex with her victim and then kill the person? That's her pattern, right? And the fact that she had sex with you raw–"

"What the fuck did you find." I spoke through clenched teeth as I sent daggers to the back of her head. She's been super salty since word got out about the bitch riding my dick until I came all over the floor. I immediately took some tests once I woke in the hospital bed and by the power vested in God, I was cleaner than the inside of a whistle.

That was two days ago, though, and we still had no leads as to where the chick was hiding. Many of the Agents had bets that she was long gone from Philly and probably in Hawaii or some shit. But I knew better. This chick was just about to tell me why number 15 was so important to her when I was fucking interrupted by bitch ass Agent Patrick. I knew she was still in Philly and she wasn't leaving until she dropped that fifteenth body. Which meant that I had my work cut out for me, especially since I'm the only known survivor to have come in contact with her and still be able to tell the story.

Dramatic? I know but I had to be. This bitch has already gotten under my skin, gotten me to fuck her without me even having any recollection as to doing so, and even had me losing locks of my thick ass, pretty ass hair. That's where I drew the line.

"It's going to take some time, we're still looking through the samples of her... semen (clears throat), as well as trying to decipher if the hairs found in the brush and combs are really hers." She rolled her eyes which caused me to smack my lips before turning to leave. Leave it to bitch ass Sarah to cop a fucking attitude right in the middle of an important ass investigation. This was why I didn't fuck the bitches I worked with anymore.

Never mix business with pleasure, my pops told me time and time again because he knew that I was a PMF. But did I adhere? No. Now look at what I was dealing with.

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T: I still didn't get a thank you, yet...

My face contorted as I stared at the screen of my phone. It was almost three in the morning, who the fuck was playing games at this hour? And who the fuck was T? Instead of texting back I did the grown nigga shit and called. "Yo. Who's this?" I grumbled with annoyance heavy in my voice. This was the first night in almost two weeks that I've gone to bed before the sun came up.

So yeah, I was pissed that some immature nigga or bitch was messing with me. "The best fuck you've ever had. Now, where's my thank you for sparing your life?" I quickly sat up and tossed the covers off my body. Rushing over to my desk I picked up my company designated Blackberry  and sent out a text to Thompson, our 24-Hour office guy. I let him know to start a trace on my personal phone, immediately.