My trafficked love

It was chilly Monday morning and headquarters was filled with a lot of officers, hailing from different Intelligence and Crime Divisions, a sign that this would be a hectic day for all the officers and agents. Lance, the best Agent at NBCI, a short form of the famous National Bureau of Crime Investigation strode across the lobby, receiving greetings from colleagues and admirers as he headed to his office, feeling a sense of pride. He was not only good at his work but also undeniably good at stealing the hearts of beautiful ladies; he was heartthrob of the entire NBCI as far as the women were concerned. He even managed to steal the heart of the Chief-Agent’s daughter, Katrina Boyaze; tall, slender, beautiful and light-skinned,obviously the most attractive woman at the Subdivision but not for Lance. Katrina was definitely not Lance’s type of woman because of her cheeky and pompous attitude, stemming from social status. She was shrewd in her ways, usually taking shortcuts to pr

Later that night when Pavel returned to his room, he found the girl sleeping once again, and disappointed, he took the couch so that she could comfortably sleep in his bed.  Meanwhile, he watched her sleep, admiring her lusciously as his thoughts run wild for a moment. The girl was an ethereal beauty; it was impossible to resist the urge to look at her because she was like a weapon of attraction, luring Pavel into reverie as he fantasied about all the things he could do to her and with her in his bed. But he soon snapped out of his wild thoughts, fumbling into his pockets for a lighter and when he had found it, he grabbed a Cuban cigarette from his table and lit it before inhaling from it deeply to clear the lingering thoughts.Soon, he was feeling better and decided to sleep as well but the girl suddenly began coughing profusely, struggling to breathe in the process. Her situation was frightful and worrisome to Dario that he sprang up and rushed to the girl’s side

Pavel laid Sunny on his bed. With his thoughts running wild, he massaged her hands so that she could regain consciousness. Luckily for Sunny, Pavel had come to save her right before the Chandelier could crush into her. His eyes glittered with joy, knowing that he had saved her from death once again but this didn’t stop him from worrying. Considering that, he was the one who had been fixing up the other room for Sunny and he didn’t make mistake while installing the Chandelier, Pavel was sure that someone had tempered with it deliberately.“Bring me, Kedade.” Pavel coldly said after coming to a conclusion that Kedade was the culprit. Saga though not convinced that Kedade was at fault obeyed his master’s command and went out to fetch Kedade. Meanwhile, Pavel returned into the room to investigate further, and kneeling beside crushed Chandelier, he inspected it with vivid alertness but something else caught his attention. It was a scent a lotion; limi

Later that evening, Lance unwillingly drove Katrina to her office. He wasn’t planning to drive her home like she requested but the chief Agent’s invitation to his house prompted a change of heart. Katrina giggled like a child; hovering on cloud nine when Lance opened the door of the car for her.“Thank you.” She chirped expectantly but Lance’s attention was somewhere else. He scrutinized his superior’s house like an agent he was; taking time to admire the beautiful flower gardens that surrounded the entire yard.“My grandfather and I planted these.” Katrina said; noticing that Lance was admiring the flowers.“How old were you?” Lance asked sincerely.“Thirteen, i think.” Katrina chuckled. “Why do you ask?”“I was just thinking about how adorable you must have been...” Lance replied before walking on ahead of her.“Is that a compliment?&rdquo

Cecilia and John sat face to face, eyeing each other as if they were participating in a staring contest. It seemed that John had underestimated Cecilia’s ability to delay the interrogation process as she kept on countering his questions with her own questions. After fifteen minutes of stalling, John changed the strategy. He stood up, threatening to go to her boss and imagining the embarrassment of being dragged out of the hospital in handcuffs, Cecilia budged and told the truth.“Alright. I faked the pregnancy report of Katrina Boyaze for a sum of 10 million. 5 million, down payment and 5 million after the job is done.” Cecilia revealed the truth.“Do you have proof of this?” John asked sternly. His eyes were glistening with rage; yes, it was personal but he had to stay calm and collected in order to save his friend from the cunning seductress who paraded herself as a law and justice upholder. How hypocritical. John thought to him