The Thug I Want Is An FBI Agent.

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Dave POV
"What were you thinking taking a bullet for that mean ass chick?" Nicki chastised whilst she put a bandage on the bullet wound.

"I got this okay. Think of it as an opportunity  to get into her old man's  good books," I assured, getting up from my seat to take a look at her dressing in the mirror.

" I don't know but I got ill feeling  about this whole assignment," she frowned walking to the bathroom sink to wash her hand.

" It's not like we have a choice. So take a chill pill and suck it all in," I said sitting back into the couch and taking the gun to empty it of its bullets.

" I just don't like that bitch. You see how rude she was to me at the club. Treating me like a low class waitress. I so wanted to punch the shit out of her," She whined whilst she gulpes the beer she took from the fridge.

" This is the first time I have seen you all rilled up about an assignment," I chuckled finding her present emotions unnecessary.

" I can't wait to see her ugly ass face when we finally take her father down. That is my only comfort," she stated dropping into the seat.

" So are you gon get the compensation from her for pouring the drink on ya?" I asked,getting the bullet soaked with my blood from the table to damp them in bin.

" What the fuck. That will be like drawing her attention on me and shit will bite us in the ass," she drawled out. Have a better way to get her," she continued with a smirk.

" That is smart, we want no trials," I said giving her an approval nod.

" Nigga you know am smart," she replied happy with herself making me grunt.

" You need to go lie down for a while. You have lost blood and sitting in that study desk of yours isn't going to help," she said trying to ease me out of the chair.

" I have got something I have to do. Will relax later," I assured her but she refused to badge giving me puppy eyes.

" Hey aren't you supposed to be back at the club or something," I asked trying to find an excuse to get rid of her. For the first time her presence was irritating me instead of the usual ease it put me in.

" Nigga no need to be mean. I get that you are frustrated just as I am. So I'm gonna get my fine ass out of your house and hope things work out great, " She waved picking up her coat and getting out of the door.

" Get some sleep!" She shouted before finally closing the door.

I heaved a sign of relief before taking out my tablet to jot some things down.

I looked down my phone when my phone beeped to indicate a message.

" Sleep!" The message from Nicki read. I shook my head at her persistance and slightly smiled. By now she should know I don't go by instructions.

Nicki was like a sister to me and I clearly remember  the night we first met seven years ago.
It was one dark raining evening and I was walking down the empty street of Atlanta when I heard a single bone chilling scream of help. I run faster in the direction of the voice to see two teenagers. One was bent over someone in the ally with the other looking out to make sure no one was in sight.

I slowed down and walked closer making sure I blended with the darkness.  I pulled out my gun and gave a warning shot which made them scurried out of the place.

"Hey hey are you alright?" I asked when I got closer to her but didn't get any response. I bent to her level and checked her breathing and realised it was beginning to fade.

I quickly picked her up bridal style and the blood trickling from the back of her head made me conclude the hoodlums had bashed her head against the floor to prevent her from struggling with them.

I called my partner to help me out and since then she had stuck with me and she has proved reliable since then.

I shook my head to get rid of the memories and concentrated on the job ahead. Taking down one of the biggest kingpin was a risky thing but it needed to be done. Putting my life on the line was a small price to pay but I didn't want any harm coming to my Nicki.

I put the tablet back in the safe and punched in the safety code to lock it.
I was starting to feel dizzy so I went to lie down closing my eyes briefly.

As I began to slip into sleep I could hear my phone ringing pulling me out of the sleep.

" Hello," I groggily picked the phone and getting alert as soon as I heard the voice on the other line.

" I'm sorry for not being able to see you today Mr East," The club manager stated on the other line.

" No problem I had some issues to attend to. Lets schedule it tomorrow," I replied pulling the blanket of me.

"I doubt it's possible because Mr Freeman wants to have a personal  chat with you tomorrow," the manager informed making me sit up in bed.

" What for?" I questioned trying to act nonchalant about the whole situation.

" I think to thank you personally for saving his daughters life." He replied.

" That won't be necessary," I told him.

" Please Mr East you have to see him. Nobody refuses his request." He said in panic.

" Ayt let him know I will be there. Just text me the address," I said before ending the call.

Bingo. Things were starting to work in my favor.