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Incognito: Sweet Submission 41
It was six oclock, Callum just left for the office after he rolled out of bed. Something told her that she wasn’t going to see him anytime soon. At least not until he got to the bottom of whoever left that letter. He was scared for her, she could feel it. And that note was the extra pinch of motivation she needed. As soon as Callum left she called Bonnie to get ready. The day was black, almost ashy. Nothing short of a prelude of what’s to come. Callum was in more danger than she thought. Someone was brazen enough to reach his doorstep. The good thing was, they didn't know she was there, so the element of surprise was still on her side. Because this had to end today, the syndicate has to leave both of their lives, for good. She got to the clearing not too far from the city where Bonnie asked to meet. Was propped on the side of her car, gushing smoke like a lit chimney. Alice popped the trunk of her car open, loading up the guns she’d need. "It's about time. Where have you been?" Bonn
Incognito: Sweet Submission 42
Callum~The day flashed by in a daze. And it mostly consisted of him being bombarded by James with questions. Well, they were sort of like demands, rather than questions. Like why wasn't he answering his phone and what the hell was he doing there. Today was the first meeting the syndicate would have for a while, Thomas, with a little back up would just simply sit and listen in from afar. Medium contact. So he didn't have to be there. But how do you tell your best friend the murderers you have been investigating wanted to murder you, without ticking him off?Luckily James let that go. And he was currently digging through his draw, making noncommittal noises that Callum wished he could't hear."Thank fuck. I thought I tossed it." He breathed out, blowing off something in his hand. Then hurled it to Callum. He caught it between his fingers smoothly."What's this?" He asked, examining the floppy disk he now had."Your Bureau buddies took their sweet time with the time so I had to make my
Incognito: Sweet Submission 43
Alice couldn't keep her hands still, not when she kicked in the door to Walsh Hanson’s, nor when she mounted the ring and waited. The silence didn’t do her any good either. The stillness in the room only made her shake even more.Was callum going to come, it had been a few minutes and nothing. Did he think this was a set-up? He must have had a million questions for her, for himself.Just then the door swung open, Callum stepped in, jacket buttons undone and eyes wide and feral. He wore a look that she had never seen on anyone before. The room was dark but there was no mistaking the semiautomatic pistol in his hand. He’s cautious, she couldn't blame him.Sirens were blaring from afar, but no one else was in sight. She breathed out a sigh of relief, now for the hard part. She watched as he mounted the steps towards her, his eyes never leaving hers. "I thought you weren't going to come." She started."I almost didn't. What the fuck is going on? Alyssa, can I call you that, or was that Al
Incognito: Sweet Submission 44
Her nerves of steel couldn’t prepare her for this moment. Her feet were blistered, her hands were numb from the cold and the only person she wanted warmth from was sitting across from her with a look in his eyes that could freeze hell over.It had been almost an hour since they got back to the safe house and ever since then, he had been sitting across from her, frozen, despite the incessant ringing of his phone in his pocket. It had to be one of his CIA buddies, angry, or concerned. More likely concerned since he did disappear in the middle of an operation. But she could bet that was the last thing on his mind.Callum frowned, bringing his hands to his chin and his eyes to the matted floor. A million things could be going through his head right now, but she kept silent, there was nothing she could say to help the situation. Nothing that could change it from how bad it really was. She clutch herself tightly as a nauseating pain hammered through her stomach. Callum really did a number
Incognito: Sweet Submission 1
“What the hell is going on here?” Alice’s voice boomed over the small whimpers that resonated in the air, the tall raven-haired man released the maid he had pinned against the wall and jerked towards her voice. She was standing in the frame of the balcony entrance to the grand double-isle grey and white kitchen, the sunlight painted her body as a tall silhouette. The man squinted, trying to find her face against the light, his heartbeat cracked like thunder in his chest.“I’m asking again, what is going on here?” Alice’s heel clicked on the floor as she entered the kitchen, she wore an annoyed glare as she looked between the small girl still pressing against the wall from fear and one of her father’s lesser guard men. Tears soaked the front of the girl’s crumpled jade uniform; she was still in a pucker.
Incognito: Sweet Submission 2
Warning, there are a few Italian phrases/sentences and I will be using Google to translate. I don’t speak Italian so please feel free to correct me if I make a mistake :)***It was pitchblack in the room, cold from the winter air. The only movement she heard was the wind against the window she left open in the bedroom. She was a bit annoyed that no one was home yet. It was a Saturday night, the only time she decided to play dress up and be someone else besides Lionel Caroni's heiress.Now this man was wasting her time. She had contemplated going into the depths of Chicago to take Leonardo Bianchi out just to get it over with, but that would be too messy. A man like him never stayed out too late, he loved bringing shiny pretty things home to play with so she decided to
Incognito: Sweet Submission 3
With a quick swig, Alice downed her vodka. A drop escaped her lips and caught the side of her mouth. He watched as she swiped her tongue across her lips, that simple action could be passed off as innocent but when she looked back at him, her lips held an almost taunting smirk. “There’s somewhere else you can go where no one can disturb you while you work.” She purred and pulled down the sunglasses she was wearing, just low enough for him to see her eyes-well the grey contacts that were in them. The inky look in his eyes was enough to tell Alice that he was interested, but there was an obvious confinement. As he was about to protest, she grabbed his arm, and pulled him from the stool, ignoring the sultry feeling of his skin on hers. She headed for the back of the club, where the real fun was. Not only did Walsh own a fight club, he also owned a strip club. It was more like a safe haven for some of the underground's most ruthless men, while some of them watched fights and bet on them t
Incognito: Sweet Submission 4
Alice ran her slender hand over her knee, her gaze was locked on the laptop in front of her on the bed. She had skillfully escaped through a secret door of the club that she used to get in and out. It didn't prove as hectic as the first few times she tries, just a little nudge on the door and she was home free. As soon as she was back inside the mansion she requested the footage from Walsh's club from last night and has been scanning through ever since. Walsh was among the crowd, and like everyone else, he was in a line being led towards an FBI pickup vehicle outside. The line was monitored by two agents, one on each side of the van door. Other agents were scanning the area. She slightly straightened when the man from last night appeared in the line of the camera, his jacket was replaced with a black bulletproof vest, but no FBI bib. So he wasn’t FBI, she deduced. Then he must be from the CIA. She zoomed in on his face, he was sporting a small cut over his right eye; a minor repercu
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