Aviana (Anna)“So, she is an interesting pick,” Sabrina said. She was sitting next to Duncan, touching and caressing his hands.The tension in the air was palpable, almost suffocating. It was clear that Sabrina and Duncan had a thing going on.“Indeed,” Duncan replied, his eyes meeting mine for a second. I quickly looked away. He had a way of unnerving a person with just one look, and I didn't like it.I didn't like the way he was looking at me either.“Not your usual type,” she remarked as she sipped her glass of wine, looking me up and down with disdain.Duncan gave Sabrina a dangerous look, and she immediately clamped her mouth shut like a toddler who'd been caught saying a bad word.I felt the urge to laugh at her but didn't.“Sorry, boss,” she cleared her throat awkwardly.Duncan didn't respond, simply swirling his wine glass in his hand. His expression was unreadable, but the change in his demeanour made one thing clear—Sabrina had overstepped.The air remained thick with tensio
Anna“Ever used a gun before, Anna?”Duncan asked, his gaze fixed on me, pinning me down in place.Clearing my throat, I straightened, looking him straight in the eyes with the faintest hint of disgust, ignoring the way my body betrayed me.“Yes. When I was with Rob. He taught me how to use one.”“Have you ever shot someone?”Why was he asking so many questions? Did he find out something about my past?No, Chief Donovan had scrubbed every inch of my identity.The only thing left was my criminal records and my new plant identity. Nothing more.“Once.” I lied, remembering the many times I had to kill.Duncan nodded.“You'll carry a gun around for protection and other important missions.”“Missions like what?”“You'll see, but in the meantime, you still have one more trial to prove you are worthy of being here.”Duncan pushed off his desk and walked towards me, every step cold and deliberate. He reached over my skirt, and I inhaled sharply his dark chocolate cologne his proximity brought
Duncan As soon as I got off the phone with Lucas, the door to my office opened with a loud bang, and Sabrina stormed in, her olive face sullen.She was wearing a white tank top and blue jeans that had the word Daddy's favourite on it and a black jean.I groaned internally. I already knew what this was about.“Is there a problem, Sabrina?” I asked, bringing my glass of Coke to my lips and taking a sip…“You want to fuck her, don't you?”She scowled, storming towards me and only stopping in front of my desk, her face contorting into a snarl.I knew exactly who she was talking about, but I wasn't about to make it easy for her.“Who are we talking about?”I asked, my eyes levelled.“The little accountant bitch, who the fuck else?” She snapped, her tone dripping with frustration.“You might want to watch your tone, Sabrina; remember who you are talking to,” I said calmly.“No, this is ridiculous. You have a hum…” She suddenly stopped talking as I I rose abruptly from my chair and walked
AnnaMy heart pounded as I swung my fist at the man that had grabbed me.“It's me, Aviana, relax.”I heard a familiar voice, and before I knew it, the enclosed desk space I had been dragged into lit up, revealing the face of my handler, Sly.“What the hell? What did you do that for?” I glared.“Only way to talk to you without putting you in trouble.”He said, his breathing laboured, mirroring mine.“How is it going?” He asked with a severe expression on his face.“How do you think?” I glared, still trying to catch my breath.I felt like I had run a marathon of twenty thousand miles.“You look dishevelled.”“Yes, the fuckers tried to fucking kill me and sent me to my death. I would be dead now if I wasn't skilled in the art of…” I trailed off.“I'm sorry about that; it's part of the job,” he said with zero emotion on his face as always.Sometimes I wanted to shove my foot in his face. How he was able to get married to a beautiful woman like Velma still confused me. I wondered briefly i
Anna (Aviana)The cold metal of the pistol pressed against my head.I held my breath, my heart surprisingly steady as Duncan stared into my soul, waiting for an answer.“I don't like to wait , Anna.” He said, his voice l disturbingly calm.“I don't know what you want me to say; maybe ask Roberto about my past,” I shot back, meeting his gaze head-on without flinching. “I was an orphan who spent my teen years selling and pushing drugs. Picked up a few tricks from the trade.” I spat, clenching my fists, glaring at him. He was lucky I was under the law now. He'd be dead by now. Duncan smirked, amusement dancing in my eyes.“Interesting…”Without another word, he stoód, tucking his gun in his holste. Turning away, be strode to his desk, stopping a few feet from the window as he poured himself a drink..“Welcome to the family, Anna. You did good.” His tone was almost approving. “Go to your room and clean up. We have some work to attend to later this evening,”“That's it?” I managed to pull
AnnaMy smile faded at the sound of that.“Everyone's been talking about me?” I asked, and she nodded.Just as I had suspected. There were people watching me.“Well, yes. You are very beautiful, and we heard what happened. You yelled at the boss; that's never happened before. He's strict.”“Oh?”I blushed. For some reason I felt a little giddy inside that I was the talk of the mansion among the maids.“You are really so pretty,” she said in awe as she came to stand in front of me.”My lips thinned into a straight line as the air grew awkward. I knew I was pretty but there were definitely prettier women than me. Ones I had seen around the mansion too. And why was she staring at me like that?“Uh, thanks.” I said, clearing my throat.“I'm sorry for staring,”she shook her head as if just now realizing herself.“It's okay,” I smiled awkwardly. I was also trying to figure out what was in her mind anyway.“Would you like something to eat or drink? I'm making lunch,” she asked.“Whatever yo
Duncan “You wanted to speak with me?” Lucas asked as soon as he entered.“Yes. What have you found on Reed?”I asked, trying to pretend my mate's name did not elicit the most primal reaction out of my wolf.“Not much out of the ordinary. She seems legit, Dun.”“Has she said anything that suggests she isn't?” I asked.Lucas rolls his eyes.“No, I called Roberto too, like you asked. He says she's legit.”I let out a slow breath, stroking my chin.“Maybe I'm just a little paranoid.” I stroked my chin, but my instinct was never wrong.‘Maybe you should stop worrying and bed her instead.’Clark, my wolf growled.Ever since I met Anna, I couldn't stop thinking about her, about whst the nectar between her legs would taste. It was an intense craving that bothered on spell work and it was driving me absolutely mad.I had hoped she would fail her last mission so I could rid myself of this intense need but the bitch was stronger than I thought and more skilled which made me even more suspiciou
AnnaI froze, staring at Duncan. He looked angry, or at least I thought he did. It was hard to tell; he barely ever showed any expression except for disapproval and his occasional smirk.The tension in the room thickened, pressing down on my chest like a tangible weight. I felt like I had done something wrong.My cheeks burnt as I wondered how long he'd been watching me. Suddenly, the shorts I had felt comfortable in just a minute ago felt like a thong cutting across my ass.I felt exposed.I swallowed as I opened my mouth.“Did you want something?” I broke the silence.He took a step closer, then, as if reconsidering, stopped.“Where did you learn those moves?” He asked, curiosity evident in his otherwise impassive face.Gah, he was so hard to read. We couldn't he be more like Lucas or Sabrina?With them, I knew what they thought of me.I could tell he was trying not to stare at my boobs but they were very prominent and had been my selling point for years. Avoiding them was difficul
AnnaDuncan’s lips fell on mine, kissing me hard and passionately like he had been thirsting and I was water.“I love you so much,” he groaned.“I thought I lost you,” I said, holding him tight as I kissed him roughly.“Never,”I broke the kiss, looking up at him. I couldn't believe it was him.“It's really you, you're alive. H…how? How is this possible?” I asked, touching his face.“It's a miracle,” he breathed, his filled with different emotions. Emotions that were almost never there.I shook my head, unable to believe it.“I saw you die, Duncan. How are you alive?”I asked more sternly.I searched his face and realized there something was missing. There were no bullet wounds. None at all.“Your bullet wounds, they are gone. How?” I asked with wide eyes.Something wasn't right here.“Anna, can we just have this moment? I almost lost you…” he pleaded but I wasn't about to gloss over the fact that the man I had seen die was here, alive and without a single scar of his wound.“Well, I
AnnaThe sound of horns and distant car engines were the first noise I heard as I woke.I looked around and it was dark now and we were parked in a deserted field.“What's going on?” I asked, glancing around, my heart beating against my chest. “Whee are we?*There were three of us in the car. None of which was Azeal. Just strange faces.“Somewhere in Venice,” one of the men answered in a bored tone.“Why are we here?” I asked.“God damn, she asks a lot of questions,” another one of the men snapped.“Can't blame her.” the third man with the golden blonde hair replied.My heart pounded violently but not out of fear, out of stress.I forced myself to breathe, but it wasn't working “He should be here any moment now,” one of them saodz looking out the window. He had a tracking device in hand.“Who?’ I demanded eyes darting between the men. I was still restrained by handcuffs, I couldn't move much.“Shhh,”I opened my mouth to yell at the one that had told me to shut up when the sound of
Anna“You must be hungry,” Azeal said as he barged into the weird bdsm room he'd placed me.I glanced up to find him holding a tray of food and water. The smell of chicken and pasta wafted into my nose. My mouth watered but I ignored it. There was no way in hell I was eating anything from these bastards. For all I knew it was poisoned and even if it wasn't, it would be stupid of me to eat from the plate of the enemy.“I do not want your food.” I spat I glared at him. He had changed into something else now. Something casual…“You're just as stubborn as your mother.. it's like looking into the past,”He said as soon as he placed the plate on the steel table.“What do you know about my mother?” I asked, my lips dry. I had not had any water in over thirty six hours and I was slowly drying up. But I knew I needed to get as much information I could from him. He was bound to slip up.“Everything, Anna. Everything there is to know about her.”“What are you to her?”“Now, that's something
AnnaThe suspense was killing me. Not knowing what was going on–who these people were or how they knew my mother or how they knew me made me uncomfortable.It was terrifying to realize that someone out there knew me in and out. Had information about my life, my secrets, my pain, my past, things no one should know. Things even I had tried to forget.And they had it all. Every piece of me laid out like a map.I had to be careful with them. If I wanted to know the truth, my truth, my heritage–, these people were the key. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. It wasn’t just about killing the men who murdered my mother.It was about understanding why.Why she died.Why I was dragged into this world.Why I never really belonged anywhere.And then, Duncan.Was he truly alive?He couldn't be. No, I didn't believe it. I had seen the bullet tear through his neck,that alone was fatal but his head, he was dead.That realization hit harder than anything I had ever felt. Like someone was saw
Anna “You're lying,” I seethed, my eyes wide.“And why would I do that?” he scoffed.“You have me tied to a chair, I make it a habit not to trust my abductors,” I grouted out, staring daggers at him. The only reason the bastard was still alive was because I was still a little disoriented, not to mention chained to a bloody chair.“If I'm lying. How would I know your real name? Or how your mother died or the people who killed him. How would I know you killed one of the men that killed her many years ago but have not been able to find the other three?”“Who are you?”“Not important,”“How do you know my mother? Why was she killed,”“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I'll answer your questions, all you have to do is agree to my terms and I'll give you every and any information I have on your mother, including your father's whereabouts,”“He's alive?”He grinned. “I'll not be answering that.”“What do you want?”I gritted out again, trying not to yell.“Simple. What you are already doing. I need you to
Anna “Fuck you!” A strange but muffled voice sounded from a distance, waking me from a slumber I didn't remember falling into.“I'll put a bullet through your skull and send you to mom and dad,”“Try it….” One of them said and then switched to a language I didn't understand…Italian?They yelled at each other and at some point, the sound of shattering glass followed The voices were still muffled, barely audible but they were louder than before. My eyes opened and I felt my head pound angrily, protesting at the ache clawing at my brain.“What the hell?” I groaned in pain.I blinked and opened my eyes to find a black door in front of me. My vision was a little fuzzy, like I had just woken up from a sedated sleep.I glanced around and shuddered. The room was huge and around me were a bunch of heavy chains, chains like the one I had seen at Red velvet weeks ago. Only this one looked more severe. This was definitely not a kink room. It was meant to hold something.Dogs? I had no idea bu
Anna"You okay?" Duncan asked, pulling out my chair like we were in some old Mafia movie. All that was missing was a violinist playing something tragic in the background.We were seated in the private section of the restaurant. And by private, I mean so quiet I could hear my own anxiety tap dancing. It was gorgeous though-glass, chandeliers, candlelight, and waiters dressed better than me. Definitely destroy your credit score kind of place "Yeah," I said, slipping into the chair with a smile.Duncan leaned down and kissed my cheeks before sliding into the seat across from me. I shot him a look."What was that for?""Felt like it," he said with a shrug that was way too confident. "Also, you looked like you were about to faint. Thought I'd bring you back to Earth. Besides, I can tell your body is still hungry for mine. You know it's not too late to make you cum. There's a beautiful private bathroom here.”“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Looks like someone is projecting. Still hard from our little ses
Anna“Where are we going?’ I asked Duncan hours later as I watched him walk towards me completely naked with a tray containing a glass of juice.“Thanks,” I smiled, plucking the drink out of the tray and taking a sip. I was honestly enjoying our time together. More than I should. The sex was amazing, and he was being extremely romantic, which I found incredibly funny.I took a sip of my drink.“To dinner.”“But I thought we were just going to have room service here…”“Indeed, but the night is meant to be special and romantic.”I chuckled. “Trust me, there's nothing more romantic than being in Venice with my very insane boss.”“Hmm. I love it when you call me boss; it makes my dick hard as fuck.”I rolled my eyes at him. “Do you always only think of sex?”“No, unfortunately,” he replied as he lowered himself on the bed.“Unfortunately?” I raised a questioning brow at him.“Yes. I'm not used to being this… happy or relaxed.”“Relaxed?” I asked.“Yes. It's strange, but you make me feel r
AnnaAfter the incident at the canal, Duncan took us back to a quiet cafe. He insisted that everything was okay, but for some reason, I doubted it. He looked worried. He especially looked like he knew exactly what was going on or at least had a feeling.I had no basis for my doubt other than that I could just feel he was holding back.It sounded insane to me too, but it was true.I also felt a bit uneasy, and the feelings didn't feel like mine; they felt like someone else's, like his. Like that feeling I had when we were at the auction house and he was telling me about his father.Duncan's phone rang just as he was about to open his mouth to speak–probably to ask why I was so quiet or if I was okay.He looked down at his phone and then glanced up at me, a sheepish look on his face.“I need to take this.” He stood up from the booth and walked away with his usual polished grace that was also roguish and rough and rugged in a weird way. He was the only one that could pull this off. I to