The fuckboy blew my cover

Prologue

A/n ; Some of the things that will happen in the book is based on my encounter with a fuckboy , A*********,   but without the cool stuff . ;)))))

I hopped onto my deep black motorcycle which I missed dearly. I'm not allowed to ride it during the school year but now I'm on an urgent mission to retrieve a file from the Mexican mafia boss and I have school on monday. God, how will I wake up? .You might want know my full story about all this....

... So I became an official Spy when I was ten years old. I was trained from a really early age. My father is a spy too but his missions always include oversea terrorists while I got all the big girl stuff like human trafficking, catching drug dealing mafias and murder cases/ assasinations/. I have a team that helps me accomplish any task, their the best and did I mention their all boys 2 year or 3 years older than me. Well I am the youngest 'official spy' there is but my higher ups think it would be good experience to go to a normal high school and be a spy for the summer. I am happy about that , but being normal can take boring to a whole new level and makes you really miss the adrenaline. Anyways back to the mission...

I rode all the way up to mexico, the mexican mafia is one of the most deadly human trafficking and drug dealing groups in America, which makes me perfect for the job. The mafia boss's name is Vincent, we encountered before but I wasn't after him that time, he is holding a partly at his mansion to brag about his new prostitute collection to other mafia members.

I had to get close to him so I could get a copy of his next human and drug shipping schedule , which meant I had to either dress up and go as a mafia member without ID or I could dress up like a prostitute and seduce him to get closer to his office conjoint with his bedroom. I know I know for a 16 year old I am way too advanced in the sex industry but what can you say I was trained to. As in sex industry I mean how to be a pretend stripper and seduce men , not how to actually sell my body. That would be gross and unhealthy. Focus...

I finally arrive at his giant 5 story mansion. Music can be heard and the smell of weed filled my nostrils rather quickly. Disgusted I scrunch my nose. Outside in the parking lot there are rows and rows of very expensive cars.

I walk to the already open entrance in my skin tight short crimson dress that I was sure didn't hide my butt very well and new blonde wig. You might have guessed I went for option 2, it seemed easier compared to talking to everyone there, explaining which mafia group I was from.

The guard near the entrance eyes me up and down checking me out with his disgusting lust full eyes before allowing me to enter.

Inside I start looking for my target, which I finally find near the pool in his t-shirt and shorts trying to look young but failing horribly due to his gray hair and huge belly.

I walk closer to him and stop to get a drink for myself not to look suspicious. I take one shot of whiskey and let a few drops of whiskey fall onto my dress so I smell like I drank alot. Once I'm ready I make my way towards the dance floor and start swaying my hips infront of the dangerous old man.

'Show time!' I mentally tell myself.

Vincent sees me and checks me out before walking towards me and whispering " Let's go play little kitten" in my ear. The then takes my hand and leads me to his upstairs 'chambers'.

The bedroom was huge but my eyes found the jackpot also known as ' the mother computer with all the info I need'.

I walked over to a stand lined with whiskey and poured Vincent a drink with a knock out drug. I got myself a cup of wine.

When I turned around Vincent was already on the bed looked at me with those lustfilled eyes. Handing Vincent a drink while straddling him, making sure he drinks the needed proportion.

He then sets his glass down and rub my butt ( they all do). Soon his eyes get droopy and shut fully after a couple of minutes. I get up off him, being close just gives me shivers.

I on his black leather office chair and turn his computer on and start looking for the files I need. BINGO! ( Codes and passwords are not a big deal cos *cough*professionalhacker*cough*.)

I quickly copy everything onto my flash and leave through the balcony taking down any guards in my way....... 

PS This may get very slow updates. But I'll try to update at least once a week.