Amika Double Agent Review Novels & Stories

He turned his laptop toward me and tapped the screen. I froze. Ami. She was in a café, laptop open, sipping coffee. A red dot hovered on her head. A laser sight. She didn’t even notice. My gut twisted. “How do I know this is live?” I growled. “Could be pre-recorded. Fake.” Tolliver grinned darkly. “Let’s test it.” He pulled out his phone and spoke into it. “Aim at the flowerpot behind her.” The dot moved. “Now, back to her head. Wait sixty seconds. Fire.”

Amelia believed that by utilizing Michael's emotional vulnerability to banish Ava to the perimeter, she had permanently sealed her victory, completely unaware that she had actually given the true host the absolute, undisturbed perspective she needed to set the parameters for her absolute destruction. The room around them grew increasingly cold as the morning sun hit the heavy drapes, casting long, sharp geometric shadows across the mahogany desk. Ava did not break her steady stance. She let the silence settle into his ears, letting the weight of his own calculations ring through his mind without the loud, reactionary distractions that Amelia had relied on to make her look crazy. The network

Mia nearly laughed out loud when she saw the small frown on the woman's face, but the woman was quick to mask it with a seductive smile. It was Amanda. She had dyed her brown hair blonde, and her brown eyes were not green. There were tattoos scattered over her hands and neck, and her dressing was like that of a gangster girl. Amanda looked entirely different from the FBI agent Mia met that night. As they passed by each other, the both of them locked eyes and Amanda gave her a wink.

"Vance just bought two journalists. High-level. Credible. They’re working with leaked documents, some are fake, some real. Enough to bury anyone not ready." "And us?" Damien asked, steel in his voice. "We’re ready," Nolan said. "But it’s going to be bloody." Celeste stepped beside Damien. "Then let’s bleed first," she said coldly, "and make them regret ever touching us." Twist #1 — The Double Agent Sienna stormed into the room, tablet in hand. "You’re not going to like this," she said breathlessly. She tossed the tablet onto the table. A video played: grainy, but clear enough.

The one who drugged you seems very powerful and might even try to take your life without you knowing. Amelia's frown deepened as she looked at the words on the screen. It was exactly what she was worried about, which was why she sent someone to investigate things. Yet all they came back with was that the information she wanted was under tight control. Amelia gave them a reply. [Continue searching and report back to me if you find anything.] She had engaged an intelligence agency she had connections with. Very soon, she received a reply from them.

But inside, her mind was moving like a loaded gun clicking through timelines, alliances, paper trails, and ghosts. The silence had stretched for too long. Minutes passed like hours. The older of the two agents, a woman with shrewd eyes and a too-crisp bob, watched Ava with a stillness that was almost predatory. The younger man beside her occasionally shifted, flipping through a folder, but never spoke. Finally, the woman leaned forward. “Ms. Reed,” she began in a low voice, “Did you know Detective Alex Ramos is a Moretti? A double agent?” Ava tilted her head slightly, as if digesting the question. She blinked. “He’s my fiancé,” she said evenly. “I know him as a cop.”

“Blackwood Board Clears Katherina Blackwood. Intern Arrested for Data Breach.” He leaned back, confused. Then his intercom buzzed. “Sir, you have a visitor.” The door opened. Amelia walked in flawless as ever, wrapped in navy silk. “I thought we had nothing more to say,” Damien said. “Oh, we have plenty,” she replied, crossing the room. “You threatened me with lies.” “You would’ve done the same.” “I wouldn’t have bluffed with fake records.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure they’re fake?” “I carefully carefully evaluated this company clean,” she said. “And you know it.”

Amir’s chest rose and fell with impact as the deepest sigh escaped him and Chloe finally found it easy to close her mouth. “To be fair…” he continued as the back of his neck welcomed the probably cold feel of the gun’s mouth. “… I never pictured you to be a spy. I didn’t believe it until Markings told me all about it.” “A spy?” Amir asked and Gabriel chuckled. As Amir’s eyes met Chloe’s, the familiar feeling of guilt took a ride all over her system and she failed to return his questioning gaze. “Yes. She works for BAN.” “Isn’t that the Agency with the really weird name? The very one that digs up dirt on criminals in hiding and influential people with dirty business?”

It was all background noise, nothing more. Until it wasn’t. Her body went rigid as soon as the words floated from the screen. "And in tonight’s shocking exposé, new footage has emerged of a controversial figure known in the underground entertainment scene as Rosa Pedro…” Amira’s blood turned cold. Her heart lurched into her throat so hard it made her choke on her breath. She shot upright, eyes wide, fixed on the television. The screen showed a blurred photo, grainy yet unmistakable to anyone who had ever seen her. Her in a glittering mask, half her face visible, standing beneath harsh neon lights. The caption burned across the screen: “Rosa Pedro: The Double Life of Amira Santis?”

Around her, laughter rose and fell like the tide, politicians trading favors with criminals in tuxedos, women draped in couture and diamonds so large they caught the light like stars. A whisper brushed her ear: Focus, Amara. She touched her earpiece, tilting her head just slightly so no one would notice. Her handler’s voice was crisp and low. “Good work making contact. But don’t get sloppy. Remember why you’re there.” Her lips curved faintly as though she were amused by something someone had said. “Understood,” she murmured. You’re not there to enjoy him. You’re there to break him.