Operation SK ✔️

Inducted

Teresa's heart thumped with celerity in her throat which was as dry as the Atacama Desert. She continued to look confidently into his eyes even though she was practically melting inside. She didn't speak. She had no answer to his question.

When you can't answer, use sarcasm.

Caleb's wise words ran in her head, and she almost laughed in relief.

"Of course," she croaked.

Teresa cleared her throat quickly as a redness crept up on her cheeks. The guy whom she had tripped, snickered in the background. However, the asshole in front of her didn't even so much as blink at her.

"Of course," she began once more. "You weren't so discreet about your identity either"

Saying so, she powerfully grabbed the lanky guy who had laughed behind her by his neck and shoved it towards the ground. She then tugged his t-shirt down, revealing the dagger tattoo etched at the back of his neck to everyone.

"Super secretive," she mocked, having found some confidence.

Jordan, still grim-faced, nodded at her. Soon, the bulkiest human of the group took hold of her wrist and dragged her into a van parked a little way off. For a moment, she almost shouted for help but instead decided to keep her mouth shut.

"What are you doing?" the unamusing asshole asked, his eyebrows raised dubiously at Teresa.

"Taking her with us. She's clever and strong for a woman. We can use her," Jordan told him with a shrug.

Bingo, Teresa mentally did a small celebratory dance.

The regular asshole scrutinized her once more, and again she couldn't help but glamour how beautiful his eyes were. Its colour reminded her of the soft sand at the beaches. It was aesthetically pleasing to stare at him.

He quietly bit his lower lip and sat down at the back of the van. Jordan and the bull-man sat in the front. Looked like the bull-man was driving. She was stuck between the asshole and the other lean man. It wasn't uncomfortable, but she couldn't get rid of the itch on her fists that wanted to punch both of them badly.

Sit tight please, she silently prayed.

As she fidgeted with her fists, she could feel the asshole shamelessly staring down at her out of the corner of her eyes. She didn't look at him. Or at least she tried not to. Nevertheless, whenever she sneaked quick glances towards his side, she was met with hostile light brown eyes focused on her.

He isn't just an asshole. His part-time job is being a creep too.

*

Seth was nervous. He didn't exactly know why, but he still was. It wasn't anxiety. It was something else, but he couldn't quite point out what.

He looked quietly at the woman beside him, trying to figure out why she was making him feel any different than he should feel. There were small skips his heart made every time she caught him looking at her. He was annoyed by it.

Why was Jordan even letting her in so easily? It wasn't the regular protocol. It took Ben and Karen six to seven months itself to earn their trust. They were basically family at this point. The only one he had left.

She wasn't.

Seth wasn't sure how Jordan was going to just allow her to waltz randomly amidst them. They didn't know anything about her.

(We didn't about Karen and Ben either)

But that was different, he argued with himself.