enemies | rc

vingt-sept

charlotte's point of view

after a long week of annoying both christopher and my uncle, they finally let me on a mission. it was simple, i had to protect some old man who owns a marketing company, which makes him very rich and with many enemies.

"target should be on your left." liz said through my earpiece. "keep your eyes open, the assassins could be anywhere."

i stayed quiet as i blended into the crowd of people walking around the city. i looked around me, trying to find suspicious faces, but i could only found a familiar one. i furrowed my eyebrows as i discreetly followed him and my target at the same time. it wasn't hard, they were heading in the same direction. i looked at the ground as i heard liz speaking to me.

"agent blue identified a suspect. he must be right in front of you, agent scarlett."

my eyes widened and i immediately looked up, only to find out richard's face was no longer in the crowd. i panicked for a second, but then i found the target was still walking ahead of me. i let out a sigh, which was followed by a squeal concealed by the hand that placed itself over my mouth and pulled me into an alleyway.

"it's me! princess, it's me." richard's voice filled my ears. he let go of me and i turned around, tears filling my eyes.

"richard..." i began. he tensed up when he heard his name come out of my mouth. "if that's even your name."

he looked taken aback. he reached up to touch my face, but i flinched and took a step back. he dropped his hand, and i noticed he kept his other hand hidden behind his back. i looked between his arm and his eyes, he quickly caught up on my thoughts and pressed his back against the wall.

"baby," he whispered. "what are you talking about?"

remember, charlotte, he can be the one trying to kill you. do not trust anything he says.

"what do you have behind your back?" i asked.

he hesistated, probably deciding whether how to get out of there or how to avoid my question. i pressed myself up against him and his hand shot up to rest on my waist as i expected, but the other hand remained behind his back. i frowned.

"babe, what's in your hand?" i asked again, softer this time.

he extended his arm and i recognized the shiny metal that slowly came into my view. i reached for my gun and took a step back as i pressed it against his chest.

"you are one of them!" i exclaimed. "you– how could you?"

"baby, princess, it's not what it looks like."

"how the fuck can it not be what it looks like?" i held my gun tight, afraid it would slip from my grasp. "you're an assassin!"

"and you're a spy, how does that make you any better?"

"you're trying to kill me!"

"agent scarlett? do you copy? agent blue lost sight of both you and the target."

he laughed and dropped his gun to the ground. "baby, i swear– i fucking swear i'm not the one trying to kill you. i'm supposed to protect you, actually."

i raised an eyebrow. "supposed to?"

he smiled. "i know you can protect yourself, you don't need me."

focus, charlotte. he lied to you.

"agent scarlett, are you okay?"

my gun was pressed against his chest as my finger danced over the trigger. my hand was shaking, but i couldn't let him know i was nervous.

"i trusted you." i cried. i took the safety off and pressed the gun harder against his chest.

he looked down at me with sadness in his eyes. "i love you, charlotte."

i closed my eyes and took a deep breath. i couldn't do it. i couldn't kill the son of my parents' assassin, and all because i had fallen in love with him. i dropped my gun to the floor as tears began to fall freely from my eyes. i tried to wipe them away, but they just kept coming.

i felt him wrap his hands around me, and i let him. i looked up at him and pressed my lips against his. he wasted no time in pushing me against the wall before picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. i could feel his member hardening against my inner thigh. i wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to be as close as i could with him.

i pulled away first, realizing the mistake i had just made. i stared at him for a moment before jumping out of his grasp. i grabbed my gun and ran out of the alley, making up the excuse for my uncle when i got back.