Broken

Broken- Chapter sixty one

3 weeks later

"There is no way I'm doing that!"

"Faith, you don't have a choice," I stood up from the chair and pointed my finger at Ed.

"Well why don't you sleep with him? Huh?"

I could see Sean fighting the urge to laugh and Ed stood up from his seat, towering over me, "I never said you have to sleep with him. I said you have to seduce him and lower him away from the people he's planning business with. We'll handle the rest."

"What does this guy do anyways."

"He sells illegal weapons to powerful men with bad intentions. He's planning on selling the vaporizer to the highest bidder."

"What's that?"

"It's a gun that fires three hundred bullets, simultaneously, which sends shock waves to your body. If you are blasted with one you that, you're nothing but blood and clothes after that. It leaves no remains of the human body hence the name."

"So I'm supposed to seduce him while Sean retrieves the weapon and the other agents kill his gang?"

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"I'm so upset right now."

I fold my arms as Sean drives us to some fancy restaurant where the target is. He's like twenty six and I'm supposed to seduce him...I'm only nineteen.

This shit is illegal.

He pulls up at the place and he looks at me. I stare out of the window imagining the worst possible things which could happen.

I could get raped...I'm still a virgin.

He could kiss me...Ew.

He could fall in love with me...Nooo!

We could get married...Okay now I'm just going a little overboard but still.

Sean extended his hand to caress my cheek. I turn my head and my eyes meet his. I roll my eyes and I put my hand over his.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

He placed a short, sweet and reassuring kiss on my lips and I smile at him.

"You're the best," I play with his hand in mine.

He smiles, "I know."

I roll my eyes and we exit the car. We approach two security men with big muscles, ugly faces and guns, "Do you have a reservation?"

Sean pulls out his gun from his pocket, "I don't know...do we?"

"Sir, is that a threat?"

"Is it?"

"I'm going to have to ask you both to-"

I cut them both off by pulling out my dagger and sticking in the man's stomach, "The conversation was getting boring."

I look at the next man and raise my eyebrows at him. He runs away and I laugh. I walk into the place and look around. Chandeliers, fancy dresses, crisp suits, champagne...the usual.

We walk away from each other and I hear him through my ear piece, "He's at the bar. I'll get the weapon."

"What if something goes wrong?"

No response.

My eyes go wide and I look around to see him but he's already disappeared into the crowd. "Sean?"

"Yeah?"

I let out a breath, "Nothing, just checking if you were still there."

"I'll always be here."

I blush at his comment and luckily he can't see me.

I don't know why I was acting like this. The only emotion I have is anger. I kill with no remorse. Why am I so afraid something will go wrong?

I pick up my balls and walk over to the rather sexy man. Damn! His brown hair was slicked back and his black suit was crisp...I called it. He's sat on a chair, a glass with what I'm assuming by the smell is vodka in his hands.

I sigh and walk up to him, putting my hand in his shoulder. He looks up at me, flashing his white smile, "Hi, sexy."

I just want to stick this dagger up his ass so badly. I smile as he puts his arms around my waist and pulls me down on his lap. I lean in close to his ear, "Hey."

I bite it and he squeezed my butt. I rolled my eyes since he couldn't see me. His breath reeks of alcohol and each time he inched closer to me I leaned back, "Why don't we take this somewhere more private?"

I mock him, behind his back, as he takes my hand and carries me to the back of the building. He pushes me against a wall and one of his hands are beside my head while the other slides up my thigh, under my dress.

My breath hitched as I realize what he's doing.

He pulls out my dagger and has it by my throat in a matter of seconds. He smiles and I make an attempt to kick him but he press the weapon harder against my skin. He uses his other hand to take out my earpiece.

He says, "Come get me, Sean."

He flicks it to the floor and puts his foot on in. I hear it destroy under his foot.

"Stupid agency is always on my case."

"You ass hole!"

I make an attempt to punch him in the gut but he says, "I wouldn't squirm if I were you."

I glare at him and he pulls me by my arm, the dagger still at my throat. He walks towards a black car and he opens the door. He pushes me into the vehicle and a stinging pain in my head was the last thing I felt before everything went black.

"I won't let anything happen to you."