The Mafia Boss and the Spy

I had made up my mind, I was going to leave the agency, after everything I had done for Greta. She picks J’s side, what was I expecting. I had already planned to travel somewhere in Europe, maybe Romania. I hadn't been there in about two years when I had gone to bury my foster mother. I needed the space. I had to meet the council to submit my resignation properly. Walking in, my eyes met with J’s. He stood at the extreme end of the office. He was the last person I wanted to see. I took in a breath and I felt someone patting my shoulder, quickly my instinct made me turn around to wrap my hands around whoever was standing behind. Unfortunately it was Carlos. “Hey, hey” He hastily said. Looking at the fear in his eyes, I felt disgusted with myself. “You don't have to be uptight with everyone” I removed my hands from around his neck, he was right though. I didn't have to cut everyone off. “I'm sorry, it's the paranoia, I couldn't sleep last night” “The caffeine is kicking in

Pictures of dead bodies clouded in front of my eyes. These images were terrifying. Agents that I respected, who worked for the agency butchered. Videos of them being tortured continually played for me to see, was the aim to fill me with fear? Alfredo De El was quite treacherous.“It's okay”I screamed, there was silence and awkward stares then they looked at me again. “Put it off, I've hard enough”Said it like I was giving up. Mumurs continued and the videos didn't stop. I heard screams. I couldn't take it. I just wanted to break loose and leave that place but I couldn't my hands were strapped to the chair. After a few more videos, one of the men standing there got a call, I couldn't hear what he was saying but I was extremely curious. After ending the call he walks up to and removes the straps on my hand. Immediately my hands are free, I use my leg to kick him in his crotch and hit him with a punch. The other two come for me and I swing my leg across the face of one while I I use m

My feet were freezing, it was stone cold and it looked like we were going to freeze to death. Lily on my back, I could hear her whimpering. She was still in shock and so was I. A few moments back we were a happy family, I, Lily, Mama and Papa eating breakfast on the table. Mama had just baked bread and Lily was very excited about it. I wasn't sure whether to cherish the moments or not. But life was beautiful. Mama in the kitchen, there was a knock on the door, I didn't really take into account who they were but Papa had gone to open the door. In our old poor home there was a fire place where we made ourselves feel warm. It was a treasure, it stopped us from freezing to death on most winter nights. Everything was so perfect until I heard Papa scream "Miranda", Mama's name followed by a gunshot. Quickly, she rushed us through the back door and told us to run in her words "don't look back" confused but pushed with adrenaline, I held Lily's hand and ran as fast as I could run. Through

The slowest flight I ever had. I tried not to think, for the first time in years I was going on a mission alone. Arriving at the capital I had promised myself to leave all the emotions behind. There was no Carlos, no team just me. Arriving at the village, a small town in Italy, it was very suburban. Nothing like where I was coming from. It reminded me of my family and where I was from. Everyone looked so simple. From descriptions this is where they'd pick their slaves from.At the store house, we were treated less than animals, strict reminders that we were disposable. All we had to do was obey the orders given to us. For the most part, I'd call this human trafficking but they submitted their free will so there was nothing particularly to say. "Move here"One of the men shouted. It was a treacherous room filled with people. I wondered why someone would do this to themselves. After everything we were parked into a truck. Stuffed in like animals. I could see children barely teens. I