My Heart is Yours

Black Falcons

Arriving upon the mansion I gasped, it was huge! It was three of my houses put together tall, and at least eight long. I drove up the really long driveway

and arrived at the front of the house. "Good evening madam and miss" a valet said to us. He took my keys and pulled my car around the house. I took a deep

breath, "Here we go." I grabbed my mom's hand and walked toward the door. The door opened and a butler stepped out," Madame and miss." he addressed

us. "You do not have to call me miss, you can call me Casey." I stated and smiled. "Yes, Miss Casey." "No, just Casey." He then led us through the house into

the dining room and asked us to please have a seat. " The Madame and Monsieur should be in shortly." he stated. My mother and just sat staring at how

wonderful and big this house was. We heard footsteps and stood up quickly. A beautiful woman followed by a handsome man walked into the room. "Hello,

Casey darling." my grandmother said and pulled me into a light hug. My grandfather shook my hand and said, "My have you grown." I eyed my grandparents

as they greeted my mother. My grandmother wore a light blue dress to accent her icy eyes and platinum blonde hair. My grandfather, brown hair and eyes,

wore a black suit with a white undershirt and a light blue tie to match my grandmother. "Let's go into the dining room, shall we Rita?" my grandfather asked

my mother. "Yes we shall." my mom answered.

I followed behind feeling a little left out, until we walked into the dining room all set up and ready. My grandfather at the head of the table, my

grandmother to the right, mother to the left, and me beside my mother. I looked across the table and saw another place set up. As of reading my thoughts my

grandmother spoke up, "I hope you do not mind but we will have someone else joining us this evening. A good family friend, Zeke Horden." A tall handsome

man of about 23 years old walked into the room. He was tan, had golden blonde hair, and beautiful golden eyes, like mine. "Zeke, I want you to meet my 16

year old granddaughter Casey." my grandmother said. "18 years old, grandmother." I stated. I stood and grasped his hand, "Nice to meet you Mr.Horden."

"Oh, Zeke please, and the pleasure is mine dear." I blushed and sat down. "This is Rita my mother." I said to Zeke. "Hello, now I know where this young lady

gets her looks." he complimented. My mother and I both blushed a deep crimson. "Oh stop it Zeke." my grandmother said. "So, why don't we eat first and then

get down to business?" my grandfather said and rang a bell. The waiter brought out some amazing good food that I had no clue what it was called. During

the whole dinner Zeke stared at me and made me blush.

Other than that no one talked, just ate. When we were all finished my grandmother rang the bell and the waiters came in and took our dinner plates.

"Now..... let's talk about why you're here." my grandfather said. He, my grandmother, and Zeke all looked super serious. "Yes?" "Well, it all started with your

grandmother , me ,and a group of friends. We all loved to play spy games when we were younger. So we decided to make a spy group as just some fun." My

mind was trying to process all of this information, then he continued, "One day, Zeke's father Greg, was listening to the police radio. He heard on the radio

that the local millionaire, Fred Lington, was murdered." My eyebrows raised, boy this was intense. "Our little group decided to actually test out knowledge and

skill. We found some leads and eventually found the murderer. From then on the government has used our group as their spies. We are the Black Falcons,

also sometimes know as the Black Ops." I just sat there and stared, I looked over at my mom who looked worried. I burst out laughing. "Oh jeez. So you're

telling me, that you, are the Black Ops? That's so funny!" I was practically rolling on the floor. "Seriously, we are." Zeke looked at me angry. I immediately

stopped. "There's no way you could be." I said. "I mean, how? What about my father?" I asked. "You're father was too. That's how he died...." my grandmother

said. "What?!?" I jumped up. "Honey, he was murdered by an enemy that we have been trying to kill for the past 3 years." my grandfather explained. "NO!" I fell

into my chair bawling. My mother wrapped her arms around me. "I'm so sorry honey." she said. "Wait, you knew?!?" I yelled. I jumped up, "You knew and you

did not tell me?!?" I screamed. "It's been two years and you did not tell me?!?" "Honey, please, you do not understand." "Whatever..." I turned and ran. I tripped

in the other room and stopped to take off my high heels. When I got outside I ran until I reached a garden. When I could not breathe anymore I dropped onto

my knees and sobbed.

"Why dad? Why did I have to call you and get you into trouble?" I bawled. I heard foot steps behind me and I turned. Standing there about five feet from

me was a man about 6"0', all black suit, and black hair. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello, Casey." he said. "Who are you?" I asked. "My name is not your concern." he

said. "Well sir, you know mine so it would be kind to let me know yours in return." I said. "I'm not kind, so that should not matter." he said. "What are you doing

here?" I asked. "I want you." he answered. "What?" I asked speechless. "You heard me. I want you, no, I need you." he said. "For what?" I asked. "You will find

out." he said, "Come on." he held out his hand to me. I grabbed it and stood up. I just wanted out of here. Then I heard screams behind us, "Casey, do not go

with him! He's an enemy!" Zeke screamed.

Then a hand and cloth went over my mouth and my world went blank.