Novels by Charity writes

Aria’s POVJust as another car pulled up with a loud screeching sound against the coal-tiled pavement, I felt my entire body tense. My hand gripped the gun tighter, and my heart was almost racing as my mind was already bracing for another wave of chaos.‘Still on the first day, is this what I will have to face every single day?’ I thought to myself.For a moment, I thought the Giovanni men were back because, honestly, I wasn’t ready for round two—not without having had a perfect 30 minutes of peace of mind since I got in contact with Kraven. But then, I have to do the needful.He turned to me and noticed the way I was still holding onto the gun like it was my last lifeline.“That’s my men over there,” he said calmly the moment he observed the plate number of the car that had just pulled over. “They’re late, yeah, but it's better late than never. By now, you should know that as long as you’re with me, nothing will happen to you.”I nodded and relaxed my grip just a little. “It’s fine.

Mia's POV I didn’t have time to think. I didn’t have time to process either.The gunfire was a blaring alarm, and my instincts kicked in without hesitation.“Move!” Kraven snapped as he made his way forward, shoving me toward the door. Still holding on to my wrist, pulling me through the narrow hallway at a pace that left me breathless. I stumbled, trying to keep up, but I wasn’t a rookie. Not in my line of work.“I thought you said we were safe here!” I spat, tugging my arm free from his grip as we reached the exit.Kraven’s jaw tightened. His eyes were as cold as ever, and he kept scanning the surroundings like a hawk on the hunt. “Safe? You’re with the Astors now. Safe doesn’t typically exist.”I hated the bitter truth in his words, but it didn’t stop the gnawing feeling that twisted in my gut.We reached the back alley, the sound of shouting and more gunfire echoing from the building behind us. I could hear the tension and the chaos growing louder. My heartbeat raced in my chest,

Mia's POV I was still reflecting over how I had watched Kraven from the edge of the bar as he walked the hall with a cold charm.From the distance I had observed him, he stood a few feet away, his tall, imposing figure cutting through the crowd like a predator. And I was in a deep thought that I got carried away.“Maybe I like what I see,” I heard a voice just right behind me, loud enough for me to hear over the ambient noise. Beyond a reasonable doubt, I could tell that was Kraven's voice. Just then, he moved right in front and made himself comfortable in the opposite bar seat that faced me. His gaze ran over me, slow and deliberate. I didn’t flinch even when the distance between us wasn't up to a stone's throw, as I could smell the faintest hint of leather and tobacco. There was something about him—about this whole situation—that made every cell in my body scream danger.But I wasn’t backing down.He gave the sweetest smile with those cute lips I've ever seen and leaned over to st

Mia's POV By the time I alighted from a cab that brought me to the club, you know disguising myself was part of the game plan, and so not coming with my car was a great step. I was fitted with a wire and fake ID, and I already had my role memorized: Aria Black, jazz singer from Philly.On getting closer to the club hall, I observed the dark velvet walls, chandeliers that dripped crystal, and shadows curling in corners like smoke. I stepped inside wearing a red silk dress that hugged my curves and heels sharp enough to double as weapons.A man with a heavily built chest, like he was born to kill, blocked my way to the main door with a thick Italian accent.“You’re not on the list.”“Tell the manager that he’ll regret it if he doesn’t hear me sing,” I said boldly with a wink. Honestly, I wasn't scared, considering what I have faced as an FBI agent for a good 6 years. This is just the usual.He blinked, caught off guard. “You got balls. I can see that.”“Not balls. It's called Talent.”

Mia’s POV“For how long would I be stuck in the position of a special agent?”I unconsciously grumbled as I walked past those glass doors into the bullpen; the stares from a few colleagues followed—some curious, some judgmental, most indifferent. Not because I wasn’t good at my job. No, my record was spotless. It was the same damn record that got buried every time a high-profile case came up.I dropped my file onto my desk harder than necessary, the thud loud enough to earn a glance from Agent Porter over the next row. He raised an eyebrow like he wanted to say something slick. I didn’t give him pleasure with the frustration that was written all over my face, but he went on regardless.“I fully understand your complaints that, in your 6 years of service, you are meant to have been promoted to senior special agent, as your mates were all promoted in the last three months…”“Like… You get it?That's the point. I mean, for how long would I be seen as less because I am a female?”Just the