Operation SK ✔️

Mission Activated

Teresa had pulled the trigger. She was sure of that. Yet she felt no recoil or a jerk. Nor did she see a bullet in that helpless woman's head. She pulled on the trigger once more, and all she heard was a click.

It's empty.

Subconsciously she understood the strange lightness of the weapon in her hand. A wave of glory washed over her. She bent over and breathed loudly in relief. Every molecule in her body was released of the tension and fear she had in her just a few moments ago.

A pair of hands laid on her shoulders. She let herself be guided out by those strong, firm hands to the living room of the house. She saw a huge kitchen at her side. It was shockingly neat. She looked over her shoulders to meet face to face with the owner of the firm hands. It was the asshole yet again. Her blood boiled, but she decided to be quiet. Instead, she rushed over to the kitchen to quickly pour herself a glass of water and chug it down.

Teresa set the glass down and washed her face at the sink. Every drop of water cooling her face and relaxing her heartbeat made her realize just how clever and dangerous these people were.

"Hey calm down. It's alright," the guy said. He had a deep and tough voice despite his calming features.

Hearing his voice simply infuriated her more.

"Do NOT tell me to calm down. You have no idea the toll it takes when you kill someone. Especially someone innocent," she angrily told him.

"You didn't kill her. So what's the big deal?" he shrugged unbothered.

"Because it-"

She stopped midway. She was about to rant about how illegal and innocent the entire thing was. Perhaps she might have added that she was about to take the life of a person. One who actually came under her protection. However, she didn't want them to suspect her right from the start. Or kill her right there and then.

"Because what?" he questioned unamused.

A corner of his lip twitched in a small smile as he approached her. Teresa slowly stepped back as her back hit the kitchen base. He leaned towards her and smoothly tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears. Then he stepped away respectfully.

What the heck was that?

"If you're thinking we captured just an ordinary girl, you're wrong. Yes, we kill people and are the mafia but we aren't barbaric. That woman that you saw, she stabbed one of our men to death. Brutally. We even have pictures if you want-"

"No that's fine. I get it. Ya'll are noblemen and don't do weird shit at all. I get it," Teresa said, her insides screaming at her.

He knows what I was thinking. HE FREAKING KNOWS!!

Both kept staring at each other for a while before she heard the others. It wasn't the lovey-dovey stare picked out of a romance movie. Both of them were scrutinizing each other, thinking the danger either of them held. For Teresa, it meant her life and responsibilities while to Seth, it was confidentiality and family.

Mission first, she thought.

Family first, he thought.

"If both of you are done flirting, we can start introducing each other!" the high-pitched girl excitedly clapped her hands together.

Both of them coughed and cleared their throats, looking away from each other. Suddenly they were too embarrassed to talk.

She's just a girl, Jesus, Teresa noticed when she saw the girl. She didn't look more than eighteen.