Working Against My Agency

Working Against My Agency

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Being the best female agent wasn't always the best thing. Especially when your mission takes you somewhere very unexpected... .......................................................... "Why are you here?" his icy cold tone sent a shiver down my spine. I shifted slightly in the chair and gulped softly under his uncomfortable gaze. Shit! I wasn't supposed to make it so obvious. Way to go Zo! "I hate those people," I spat with as much vengeance as I could muster. "I need revenge, I want to show them I don't give a damn." His eyes roamed my face before he picked up a pistol that lay in full display on his desk. He twisted it around in his hands before he looked up at me again this time I saw pure red in his once brown eyes. Is that even physically possible? "I don't believe you."
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The assassin of the Russian mafia was ambushed and put into a medical induced coma and woke up 3 days later in the arms of her enemy. Top- 6th in #Strongfemale ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ ⚔︎ Pain. It was the first sensation that washed over me as I slowly regained consciousness. My head throbbed, and every fiber of my being felt heavy and numb. Blinking my eyes open, the world around me was a blur of white walls and beeping machines. My head throbbed with pain, and I struggled to piece together what had happened. My memory felt like shattered glass, and I couldn't find the missing fragments. As I tried to sit up, a man entered the room, his face familiar yet distant. He wore a facade of concern, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. "Welcome back, my love," he said, his voice smooth and tinged with an Italian accent and laced with a hint of tenderness. "You gave us quite a scare. You were ambushed while on a mission, and we found you unconscious. It's a miracle you're awake." "I'm sorry, but I don't remember you," I admitted, my voice uncertain. His expression shifted, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes. "It's okay, darling. You had an accident. You'll remember in time." He called me darling, but the endearment felt foreign to me. My mind was a maze of uncertainty, and I grasped for any hint of familiarity. "I need to know what happened," I insisted, my voice gaining a semblance of determination. He sighed, weaving a tale of deception with practiced ease. "You were attacked while on a mission for the Italian mafia. They left you for dead, but I found you and brought you to safety. We've been married for a year now, my darling Kylie. Don't worry; your memory will come back.""

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