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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.
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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
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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
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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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Callum Brady-3rd person With tepid fingers, Callum brought the cotton wrapped ice cubes to his jaw. His arms clenched on the desk before him at the painful contact. It had been a while since he even got a bruised ego, now he was sporting a face full of splits and scrapes as if it was trapped in a cat's litter box. And it was all because of that woman. A fragile irish temptress. Or so he thought. "You look like shit." A low, deep voice interrupted his barely formed thoughts. He snapped his head up to meet the eyes of the six feet four strawberry blonde manboy James Archers, who he has to deal with on a daily basis. They had met each other on Callum's first day inducted in the Central Intelligence Agency. It was ordained, James said that day. Callum was fresh out of a briefing from the director at the time which James should have been present and was in desperate need of a drink. It turned out that James was at the same bar, almost mind numbingly drunk. And seven years later, he was s
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A week had passed since that strange meeting with the founders, she thought the feeling she had then would have subsided but it was still there, still lingering. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach every time she saw her father, each time she would tell him about it, he would smile softly and touch her cheek saying, “I can’t delay this trip Alice, it’s too important.” So she believed his words. Lionel Caroni was the most honourable she had ever known and in her line of work, she had met a lot. He was never a man to go back on his promises. And he always had a plan for everything which he executed in perfect precision every time. So when he said something was important, it really was. Alice never questioned his actions, she trusted him with every fiber
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Cleaner- noun Definition: An assassin who is contracted to kill other assassins; someone who “cleans up” a physical crime. ***** The house was dull ever since the men carried the Don’s lifeless body through the hall down to his bedroom. The assassins that frequented the facility that was built underneath the house had remained down below, not going out for any assignments. Light spilled into the room, revealing that a new day had broken. Lilith sat by Lionel’s side wiping his bloody body, Alice watched over her from behind. It was tradition for the wife of a Don to clean their husband’s corpse. Alice was surprised to see Lilith do it so effortlessly despite the tears in her eyes. Maybe it was because Liltith knew what fate her husband would face in this life, running an organization of trained killers had its risks and she had made peace with it long ago. There was a light knock at the door before Tiago, one of the guards assigned to Lilith, appeared in the doorway. He sent a pain
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