The Untamed Agent

The Untamed Agent

By:  Lia Roisin  Ongoing
Language: English
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(Book 1 of Exodus Series) Azalia Davis works as an undercover agent. She's a high ranking agent and everyone feared her, even their agency. Rumors have it, she was traumatised by her past that she cannot control her hunger over blood and violence. Her missions were always easy not until she was assigned in a VIP mission that involved protecting a very annoying man who goes by the name Zakael Dela Priego. Will he be able to tame the fire raging inside her, or will he choose to get burned instead?

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24 Chapters
Chapter 1 - A Rush Mission at Lucid Haven
Dressed in nothing but black and melancholy, I made my way inside Lucid Haven. It's an exclusive club for elites, rich people. The interior itself screamed of luxury. The crowd was crazy loud, people were surrounded by dazzling disco lights and white smoke. There's a dance floor in the middle filled with dancing sweaty bodies; the smell of alcohol and cigars reeked in the air. With my ankle boots clicking heavily on the tiles, I went up the second floor where the VIP and VVIP rooms are located. I walked down the hallway and stopped in front of a door that was painted in black and had these gold details on it. I took the bubble gum I had been chewing out of my mouth and stuck it at the expensive wall. A silly smile stretched my lips. Without hesitation, I turned the door knob and opened the door slowly. The room looked really expensive from the velvet sofa to the hanging glass chandelier. “Well, damn,” I whispered to myself. My ankle boots made noises on the carpeted floor. I looked
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Chapter 2 - The Drunk Man and A Flight to Russia
I quickly walked away from the parking lot of the bar. My boots clicked on the ground as I strode. I need to get the hell out of this place. It will only take minutes before someone finds the dead bodies and then the police will arrive any moment soon. It's a good thing I brought a silencer. That way, I can buy myself more time to escape. “Hey, stop!” The man kept yelling as he followed me. This man can seriously be the reason if I get caught tonight. I will be damned at how loud his mouth is. I bit my lip when I realized this man still hadn't left me. My brows furrowed, and I let out a frustrated sigh. This is freaking annoying! I am not really much of a patient person, and I get irritated easily. “Leave me alone,” I said through gritted teeth, my fist balled. “Sorry, cupcake. I can't do that,” The man clicked his tongue and winked at me. Luckily, it's dark on this part of the street, so no one can really see if I shoot the man here. Is he drunk? Of course, he is. Otherwise, he w
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Chapter 3 - The Lady Devil
It had been three years since I got back to New York City. I entered my apartment and immediately took a shower, sliding into the tub and staring at the bathroom wall in front of me. A sigh escaped my lips. I was tired, but I couldn't close my eyes; otherwise, I would fall asleep in the bathroom. I had just returned from Russia a few weeks ago. I was there for two years to finish a very important mission. God, it was exhausting. I had killed a whole bunch of people. Bad people. Smugglers. I did one year of planning and studying them. Then execution came after, and of course, I wasn't alone. The agency wouldn't let me execute alone because they feared I would go bonkers again. So, I was accompanied by another agent. It was tough because they had really good security in Russia. Not to mention the weapons. After washing up, I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out an oversized shirt and underwear. I had lived alone my entire life in different houses and apartments. I was used to being alo
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Chapter 4 - Clementine
“Hey, Ruby,” I smiled, looking over at Ciara, who was sitting across from me. Ciara smiled and kept mouthing something. I furrowed my brows at her, and when I finally understood, I put the call on speaker. “Where the hell is Ciara?” Ruby’s voice boomed, angrily. I looked at the frowning Ciara. Ciara shook her head and raised her arms to form a cross sign to me. “Uh, how would I know? She hasn’t been replying to my texts. She’s probably out day drinking again, why do you ask?” I glared at Ciara and gestured for her to stop with the sign languages, so she stayed still and listened to the conversation. “I kept calling her, but she wasn’t responding. That brat kept delaying the mission I gave her, saying she couldn’t because it involved her ex—what is that rat’s name again? James? John?” “It’s Jordan! God!” Ciara covered her mouth as soon as she realized she just busted the cover, and now she got caught. “Ciara! Answer your damn phone, you little—” The call ended abruptly when Ciara
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Chapter 5 - Zakael, who?
A smirk stretched my lips as I stared at the screen of my TV. I was sitting on the couch comfortably with my feet placed on the center table; a bowl of fries lay flat on my stomach. I was hired yesterday, and now I am already a bartender at Clementine. Who thought it would be that easy to get into Clementine? “Shit,” I mumbled a curse underneath my breath when I glanced over at the clock just above my TV. I have to get ready. It's already five-thirty in the afternoon, and Clementine will get busy at six, which is my working hour up until midnight. I got up and entered the bathroom with a towel on my shoulder. I took a quick bath and wore a black halter crop top and a leather jacket, paired with my usual denim jeans. I combed my short hair with my fingers and wore strapped sandals. It was a casual outfit that Ciara probably wouldn’t wear to a club. Well, I will show up as the bartender anyway, not some customer. It's not like I’m going there to party, so I kept it casual and simple.
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Chapter 6 - This Lady is Real Trouble
The moment our eyes met, something invaded my system like wildfire. Zakael sat a few meters away with his fingers playing with the tip of his half-empty glass. He wore a white dress shirt again, like the last time. The expensive-looking watch was hit by the disco lights, and the brown eyes I once remembered glistened. His face was illuminated, and there, I remembered fully; the drunk man from the bar. The corner of his lips rose once he held my fiery gaze. It was an inevitable spark he thought he could handle the moment he saw my face, and heard the sharpness in my words; the strings of curses that fell from my lips without hesitance he wanted to hear again. I averted my gaze from the stranger, my fingers slid in my pocket to fetch my phone. My brows furrowed when I found myself nervously biting the inside of my cheeks. It’s not like me to feel nervous around people, much more towards men. Once I got a hold of my phone, I glanced at the screen to check the time. Where the hell is Rio
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Chapter 7 - A VIP Mission
The sound of my fist walloping the punching bag was pleasing to my ears. The gym was empty today. I woke up early and went straight to the agency. I decided to go to the gym, and lucky me, no one else was there that early. The building has two gyms: The underground gym for the high-ranking agents, the oldest training room since the agency was built. Yes, you can say that we agents are spoiled; we have our own dormitories, restaurant, spa, gym, and many more. The building is literally our home. Then, there’s also the public gym on the second floor for the other agents, the largest gym that is usually packed. “Davis,” A calm, feminine voice echoed inside the room. I stopped and caught the punching bag to stop it from moving. Panting, I reached for the towel on the bench and wiped the beads of sweat on my neck. “Ruby,” I smirked as my eyes scanned the older lady’s figure. Ruby was tall and tanned, wearing a beige jumpsuit that suited her physique. She's that rich, cool, and sexy aunt
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Chapter 8 - Mr. Zacharios Dela Priego
As soon as I reached my apartment, I got out with the folder on my side. Popping the keys in the knob of my apartment, the door opened with a faint creak. I slid onto my slippers and went over to the kitchen for a cold drink. I placed the black folder on the countertop before opening my fridge to fetch a glass of water. I drank from the glass and glanced down at the sealed folder. Upon opening it and turning the pages, I furrowed my brows when I saw the ID picture attached to the paper. “Zakael Dela Priego,” I read the name of my supposed client. I couldn't believe it's him. Is Aunt Ruby playing with me? Is this what she meant by “He's a hottie?” I scanned the papers and saw his address and all the important information about the man. Zakael Dela Priego will soon be handling their family business, the Dela Priego Real Estate. He is now working alongside his father, the current President of DPRE. Zakael also owns his own restaurant. I couldn’t help but raise a brow, “So, he’s a bus
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Chapter 9 - Kidnapped by Spaniards
The moment I left my client’s mansion, I got in my car and drove straight to Clementine. I got inside the club with a frown on my face upon seeing Wendy waving her hand towards me. Wendy was gesturing to me that I must go behind the counter now. Right, I have to work. I looked around the whole club, but there was not a shadow of Zakael Dela Priego. His father told me Zakael might be at Clementine though. I waited behind the counter as I worked, glancing at the people entering the club from time to time. Where the hell is he? “One Margarita, please.” My head shot up as soon as I heard the familiar voice. The frown was then replaced with a wide grin as I glanced at the face of a friend, it was none other than Miguela Rossi. “Migs.” “Zally,” Miguela said, a smile playing on her lips. I couldn’t help but smile at the nickname Miguela created for me. It’s cringey, but I have grown used to it. “Still alive, huh?” I asked jokingly. I grabbed a cocktail glass and started making Miguela
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Chapter 10 - Guns and Goons
Are these the people threatening the Dela Priegos? I eyed the rugged jackets and tacky pants. They look like gangsters; they’re also bulky and tan. I saw from my peripheral view that a man pulled something from his jacket. I knew exactly what it was, and before the little fucker could get it from the pocket, I aimed at his hand, and the bullet flew fast the moment I pulled the trigger. A moan escaped the man’s mouth holding his bleeding hand. Both men are down. I squatted in front of the man and looked at his face intently. He seemed like the leader as he was the one giving orders to his friend. The man could only glare at me; his ribs might’ve been broken from the strong kick a while ago. The woman can fight, but the man didn’t look impressed. He looked annoyed while I picked something out of the pocket of his jacket. A smile slowly appeared on my face eyeing the man’s identification card. I turned to the man with the bloody hand and also got his ID. I slid the cards in my back poc
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