Traitorous Love

Chapter 6- Night Patrol Part 2

I'm changing it up a bit: Your POV is going to be First-person instead of second, and when I go to edit this I'm going to change it for the other chapters.

Hawks POV

(y/n) and I came up with a plan. She was going to sit next to the target and then ask him if she could buy him a drink, of course not drinking herself, she is still underage. I was shocked when she came up with the idea. I wasn't too happy about it, she was just an intern and this was probably super irresponsible of me.

I was sitting in the far end of the bar, still, close by in case she needs help and this dude gets handsy. Personally, I didn't want her to do this whole seduction thing, even though I mocked her about it.

Fine, ok I was jealous.

I mean this girl is so fucking sexy and hot. She wore this outfit, it was a pair of ripped jeans, and a spaghetti-strapped top that showed way too much cleavage, some dangly earrings, and heels. And to see some other dude dance with her and touch her just pissed me off.

She acted like she was totally comfortable with this, but I could tell, she was getting nervous as we made our way to the bar. So I slipped a feather as discreetly as possible into her hair, this way I can hear what's going on.

(y/n) walked in first, sitting at the Bar, looking around for the suspect. She had asked me about the suspect, but all I got was that he had a lot of burns on his body and that he had dark hair and a fire quirk, which did remind me of someone, but I kept that to myself.

The file said he would come to the bar at 11 pm and it was still 10:45. Let the waiting games begin.

Your POV

I sat at the bar, just staring at the stage. There was a girl singing a melodious song. This place wasn't a rowdy bar where people come to find one night stands, and for people to get drunk with. It was very classy, and dare I say posh? Everyone here was nicely dressed. To be honest, I felt a little underdressed, but I'm still showing the same amount of cleavage as everyone else, so I'm not too out of place.

I looked at the clock, 10:50. Waiting for ten more minutes, god this feels like forever.

I think back to what my mom taught me about seduction. Men love a little hard to get, but not too much. Look interested, but not overly interested. Compliment and give small, light touches, and then let them get interested. Thinking back on it now, I was so young when they were teaching me all these things. She had me flirting with 15-year-olds getting their number when I was only 12. My parents wanted me to be the ultimate spy. Definitely not appropriate for someone as young as me at the time they told me about these things.

My thoughts shifted from my parents to Hawks. I remembered the look he gave me when I changed into this outfit. He said I looked hot, but there was something else there. Jealousy?

There was a bell, a signal from the door that someone was coming into the door. My headshoots up looking at the door intently, and walking in was a man. He was tall with a lot of burns and stitches, like a patchwork. He had dark black hair and the most turquoise eyes I had ever seen.

I looked behind me, where I knew Hawks was standing to see if this was the man he was talking about. Instead of finding a reassuring look or a cocky grin, I see a pale face. A worried, almost fearful look. wtf? why was he scared like this?

But he quickly regained himself when he saw me looking, and gave me a weak smile and a nod. I gave him a suspicous look, but then smiled reassuringly. I was ready for this.

The man came and took a seat next to me. He was wearing a long trench coat, looking even more out of place than I do. Without looking at me he asked the bartender for a whiskey. I stared, at him, and then he 'caught' me.