Deya is a 23-year-old girl who lost everything. Consumed by blame, she navigates the London streets in search of her ultimate end.
When a ruthless gang leader, Max, crosses her path, she can't believe her luck. But what happens once he, contrary to...
Since the steamy car drive, Max returned to his cold distant self again. Now that Deya thought about it, there definitely seemed to be a pattern in his behaviour. From hot to cold, from pleasure to pain.
She was having few more missions, mostly consisting of eavesdropping on someone and picking up mysterious packages from places the guys couldn't be seen at. Despite that, and her training, there was still plenty of time to think about Max.
What was his deal?
In those few weeks, he has shown her so many faces, it was hard to conclude which one is the real him. There was the Max who kidnapped her - the ruthless torturer whose only aim was to break everything around him. However, then there was the other side of him. The one he showed her the evening she opened up to him - carefree, easy going and caring. Deya had to admit it was by far her favourite. Yet, it was unlikely she'll get to see it again anytime soon.
Well, and then we have the perverted side of him, the one that tried to kiss her right after beating her, that spanked her like a little girl, and which already proved her twice how pleasurable it can be to give in to him. This, was perhaps the most dangerous one, given its unpredictability.
So far, she was able to distinguish three of his personalities, but somehow, she knew there was more to discover. That much she could read in the deep oceans of his eyes.
. . .
"You're on for a mission, get ready by 7" Patrick announced once they finished training. This seemed to become a routine. Max using other Bulldogs as messengers instead of talking to her directly, and if she was to be completely honest, it drove her nuts.
She has seen him at breakfasts and dinners only. During them, he didn't even reply to her greetings and made sure his eyes stayed glued to the table.
It should be me.
She couldn't help but feel angry. She should be the one giving him the silent treatment. She was the one with a reason to do so. Yet, he stole this from her.
By seven, she was all set up for the mission. This time, they sent her a black off-shoulder long sleeved dress (picture below). She felt so exposed, and, most of all, she feared that she'll trip in the silver heels that came with it, and reveal even more.
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This time, it was Mateo picking her up, which was already weird by itself. However, rather than taking her downstairs, he sat down on the edge of her bed and motioned for her to do the same.
"Today's mission is different" He broke the silence after a while. "Today you're gonna bait someone"
"Beat someone?" Deya's eyes widened as she interpreted the word her own way. Yes, she has made quite a progress in her training but she was far from being able to beat someone.
