Victoria

Chapter Twenty-Four: Fly on the Wall

Day 13 of being a spy...

"You should go." Marcia chirped, she was oddly happy to hear the news of this new and dangerous mission I was denying. Going to this restaurant would be a disadvantage, being that I would be surrounded by strangers and there's no other way out but that narrow entrance through two sets of double doors and that unnecessary large parking lot. Besides, the whole family would most likely be there- plus Abraham. "Tap the recorder to you thigh and make sure you don't crack under their gaze. They wouldn't try anything in the public eye and I'm sure Jason would be near by."

"What if it's some form of trap? The place is always crowded and Jax would stand out like a sore thumb in there. I can get kidnapped or stabbed without anyone knowing."

"Well, just make sure you have it on tape."

"Marcia," I groaned. "This is serious. I can't go, I won't go."

"Think about this, if you don't go they'll keep bugging you and actually be on your ass. If you do go, you can steer them away from focusing on you. It's a fifty percent chance that they would no longer fuck with you, as long as you play hard ball. I've been through his a million of times, I've sent many clients in the Lion den when he was just a mere wolf; just stay confident and strong."

"I have to tell Jax, he would have a different idea and say no. Besides, have one of your clients seen a possible murder."

"Yes, at least five of them saw it right in front of their face, I believe one partook in a brutal murder. I'm a professional bodyguard and have my own security company, let me help. I'm sending a guy down to help you, he'll blend in well with the crowd and will watch your back until this whole thing is over."

I sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of my nose while coming to a halt after walking around in my small room. I stood by the window, peeking outside to see the normal quiet streets; no extra cars or unusual people walking or standing in front of my house- maybe I was paranoid when I thought another private investigator was following me or they just hired a ninja. "What his name?"

"Greg Carter; a white boy who grew up in a rich family, oldest son of a marine veteran, badass kung-fu fighter, and can drive the fuck out of a sports car- wonderful for high speed car chase. Let's hope it doesn't come down to that. He's your personal bodyguard, use him like an assistant, he gets bored very easily. Another thing, don't tell Jason- guys lose their shit if they're not able to protect their First Lady and to have another man doing it." She chuckled wickedly. "He'll be pissed."

"What if Jax finds out? I can't exactly pull the 'he's my cousin' card. I have to tell him, give a full explanation on why a white guy is following Liza and I around the place acting like my assistant. Assistant doesn't fit me, how about foreign exchange student? Does he look young and can he pull off a Swedish accent?"

"I like where your head is at. Greg looks like he hasn't hit puberty yet and he can do a British accent."

"Good enough for me."

"Awesome, he'll be there tomorrow a little before the dinner."

"Who says I agreed in going?" I walked away from the window and started to pace the room one more time before flopping down on my bed next to the box of gifts I love but do not want.

"I did. Fake it till you make it V, that's my motto."

"Of course it is, talk to you later."

"You better."

I removed the warm phone from my ear and went to my next mission: tell Jax. The phone ring twice before he answered, loud bar music greeted me with an annoying horn and equally as loud laughter- I didn't know if he were at a game, club or a comedy show; it was very hard to tell. "Hello?"