JettIt had been a week after the uproar and things weren't going along smoothly. With both our business partner and rival in a dilemma, not a lot of things are going our way. Trades have been delayed because the cargos carry both ours and Agnellos' supplies and we can't make the full payment as agreed in the contracts because the Vernons are distracted with testing their employees' loyalty because of the double robbery that occurred in their house. I heard after our joint documents were stolen, another robbery group took advantage of their distressed situation and slipped into their treasury, stealing a shit ton of money. It was hectic. The Agnellos have also been stricter with their employees after the sabotage in the Grand Mien. A few bombs planted everywhere the casino were disarmed but a few ones that weren't found before the said time blew up and dealt significant damage to the casino. Because of the chaos in the two mafias and the peace in ours, a few people have been assumi

Fallon"Are you sure you can still drive?" I nodded at Jett with a smile. "Of course. I can't miss my first drive with my new car, you know?""But—"I cut him off when his eyes darted to in between my legs. This man thought I'd nearly passed out after climaxing multiple times on the shore. Well, after he exercised my stamina for a week, things like this won't faze me. He sat on the shotgun seat with much uncertainty. Meanwhile, I excitedly revved the engine and zoomed off. My goal was to peak at 100mph tonight, making sure to speed up whenever there were no cop cars. I know we both will have trouble if we get caught. "Woah! Calm down!" He exclaimed when I stepped on the acceleration. I giggled, feeling the air on my face. "This is so refreshing! Don't you think?"I may have drunk a bit too much wine earlier after realizing how carefree I am. But who cares? I haven't driven for so long. Work mixed with pleasure is definitely a good idea. I turned on the radio and looked for a cha

Jett"Huh." I scoffed, looking over at McConney's bloody splatter on the ground floor. "Look at that. After pestering us for years, the NVMPD's pussy of a director dies without us breaking a sweat.""I know right?" Krieg agreed. "It's so... underwhelming." "Hmm." We quietly watched the body for a while. Until I said, "We should get that cop ready." I walked out of the office with hurried steps overlapping mine. Gunshots deafened my ears and pure chaos everywhere. When I reached the cubicles I saw on my way to the office, I saw our men exchanging heavy gunfire with the distraught cops. I wouldn't blame them, since they were just informed that their Director fell 6-levels to his death. I retraced my steps, avoiding stray bullets and taking down those who went in my way. Krieg is probably pushing his own plan by now since we agreed to mind our own businesses after initiating the raid. This is a golden opportunity to get revenge from the cops and he'd be stupid to just let this place

Warning: mature content.FallonI never expected to go anywhere near New York before my mission was finished, but here I am, boarding our private plane. To make things worse, Jett plans to stay in Manhattan, where the HQ is. Do I visit? No. I'm with Jett. It's a ridiculous idea. I shouldn't do much when he's with me, seeing as I'm Fallon Rios and not Agent Hawk. It's only been barely 3 months since I started my mission. I never expected to have progressed this fast. Then again, I secured a significant role in the mafia. The mafia's mistress. Did Director Morris expect me to penetrate this deep into the mafia? It's unlikely. But this is the perfect mission to prove that I'm Agent Frenier and Dahlia's daughter. I'm just as good at spying as they were. "We're here..." My eyes fluttered open with the gentle tugging of the person beside me. We were still in the private plane, but he pointed to the window beside him. I looked over and saw the city's tall buildings over the clouds. I hadn

FallonA few weeks ago, I sent a coded message to Fox through the Elite Ai and asked for an in-depth profile of Rio Trafaller.When it arrived, I realized he was a foxy hitman. He worked under powerful people but betrayed them later on. He accepted jobs that could mean your life if you slipped, and most importantly, he has a son. I vaguely remembered the conversation Jett and Ross had, where Ross said Jett put his son in a coma which explains why Trafaller's moves are monitored by the mafia because he might go back for retaliation. But Trafaller did a job for Jett. And the taboo name in the bar that Trafaller's loyal to, I have to find that out now. With my pistol hidden deep in my coat, I sat comfortably in the cab's backseat. Fox included Trafaller's current location in the files he sent and I found out he's staying in Manhattan, which I was indecisive about how to go to until Jett suggested we go to New York to... get a breather. Good timing. "Yes, just turn left there," I order