His Ruthless Desire (Completed)✓

Chapter 1

Eva

She entered her department and was met with thunderous applause. Eva couldn't help but smile. She knew Dave must be behind this because only he and their department head, Mr. Stevens, learned about the completion of her successful spy operation.

Eva has worked as an overseas spy for the intelligence service in her country for the last five years. She was lucky enough not to get caught once. She had helped dispose of many criminals and expose conspiracies against their country. She was an asset to her department, and Mr. Stevens, her boss, was proud of her; he was her mentor and boss.

She gladly hugged and shook hands with other department members when Dave walked into the hall holding a cake with nine candles depicting her ninth successful operation. He gave her a proud smile and placed the cake on a nearby table. Then walked towards her and engulfed her in a bear hug.

"Congratulations, bunny, on yet another milestone in your career," Dave congratulated her from all his heart.

"Thanks, Dave," She said humbly.

She knew how proud Dave was of her achievement and why he had feelings for her. She liked him; he was her good friend, but she could never give him what he wanted. Eva had never thought about him in the way Dave wanted her to-actually, she had never had since the death of Robb. She felt a sting of pain when she remembered him.

Robb was the reason she joined the Secret Service. Since he died, she could never get close to any male of the human species in the way most of them wanted. She was a sorry mess from the inside. Not able to date anyone, love was entirely out of the picture. Sometimes, she felt pity for Dave. The poor dude didn't know he was trying to cultivate a garden on barren land.

She was there with everyone, smiling, cutting the cake, laughing, and talking with all. Still, her mind and her heart were with Robb, the love of her life, which was no more with her due to some people who didn't give a damn for the lives of innocent and were just power-hungry monsters ready to sacrifice anything and anyone just for the sake of retaining power.

"Eva, Mr. Stevens would like to see you in his office," Jane, Stevens's PA, told her when she was chatting with Catherine, another female department member.

"I will be there in a moment," Eva excused Catherine and headed towards Stevens's office. She sighed and knocked on the door. She knew he must be calling her to hand over another assignment. She took a fortnight's leave after her last assignment, and now it was time to return to work.

"Come in," She heard his reply and turned the knob on the door and entered his office. It had been nearly six months since last she was here. Everything had been in the same place for the previous five years she had been coming here, but the only change this time was the stranger sitting with Stevens on the sofa. He was a man in his early fifties, tall, well-built, and with intelligent grey eyes.

"Eva, come child," Mr. Stevens, who was in his late sixties, always addressed her like his daughter.

"Here, meet Mr. Wajahat Aalam from Interpol. He is here for an important assignment. Let me warn you: This will be the most dangerous operation if you choose to accept it," Stevens told her. Then, he introduced her to the stranger and warned her about the upcoming task.

"Hello, Mr. Aalam. I'm glad to meet you." Eva shook hands with Aalam and sat on the Armchair opposite the sofa.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Smith. I have heard a lot about you. And I am glad we have a chance to work together on this same mission," Aalam greeted her with a smile.

"Well, Ms. Smith, I won't waste our time on any unnecessary stuff; I would like you to know that this mission concerns the organization "Red Right Hand." As you know, no one knows who the head of this organization is or where they are based. Interpol has been trying to get some information on them for quite some time, and I am sorry to say we have failed miserably," Aalam stopped for a moment, picked up the envelope in front of him, and passed it toward Eva; she took it and started to take out the enclosed document from the envelope.

It was a dossier on Taimur Al Jahaan, an Arabian prince and member of the royal family of Azmaayir. She looked at Aalam with a quizzical look. What does a member of the Arab Royal Family have to do with the Mafia?

"I know you must be wondering what a dossier of a Royal Prince has to do with 'Red Right Hand.' As you know, Ms. Smith, we have spies all around the world trying to dig out anything on RRH, and one of our spies had been close enough to know who their kingpin is, but unfortunately, he was killed in an accident. I can assure you it was not an accident but a cold-blooded murder by the RRH operative. But we were lucky enough to reach him in the hospital before his death, and the only thing we were able to get out from him was a name. And as you are guessing right now, it's none other than Mr. Taimur Al Jahaan,'' He paused and gave her a look of triumph.

"So you see, Ms. Smith, we didn't fail entirely."

"What are your plans for me in this whole mission?" Eva asked him without hinting whether she wanted to work on this.

"As you know, Ms. Smith, men of the stature of Taimur Al Jahaan can only be lured into a trap if the bait is that they can't resist." His gaze traveled on her body, and he smiled knowingly.

Eva felt like kicking the bastard in the nuts. Still, she suppressed the urge and said, "Mr.Aalam, if you only need to seduce this man into a trap, you can use any of your operatives with little knowledge of seduction. I am still unable to understand my purpose in this scheme," dismissing him completely and rising from her seat.

"Sit down, Eva," Stevens commanded.

Eva settled back on the couch, unwilling.

"Our Intelligent Service and the Interpol want you to get close to this man. A few Interpol operatives have tried to get close to him, but that man is not easily deceived. He doesn't trust anyone except a few of his closest aides. We tried to reach out to them, but they cannot be cracked easily. We have a couple of men in his company, and they have been able to fire one of his secretaries, and we don't want to put someone in that place with a doubt whether or not they will be able to get to him. So you have been chosen to carry out this mission," Stevens said in his usual commanding tone, which meant no more nonsense.

"We need you to get any information you can from him. But I will warn you: This man is lethal and ruthless. None of your past assignments could ever get close to him," Aalam warned her, but she sensed from his tone that he admired the man he was warning her about.

"And what if I choose not to accept this mission?" Eva asked daringly.

"I heard your fiancee died in a plane crash, didn't he, Ms. Smith? It was the flight from Vancouver to London, right?" Aalam asked in his low voice, which she could barely hear.

Eva was taken aback. How did he know about Robb, and what was the connection between Robb and Taimur al Jahaan? She stared at Aalam, dumbfounded.

"Well, the crash was carried out by the RRH. To warn the Governments of the United States and England of the implications if they try to stop their operations in their country," He smiled as if challenging her not to accept this mission now.

Eva was in complete shock. She had been trying to learn the reason for the crash and the people behind it, but as her country was not an ally of the US or the UK, she could not extract that information. She had joined the Secret Service so one day she could avenge Robb, and now was the chance. Nothing in this world could have stopped her from avenging him.