The Night Agent: A Novel Novels & Stories

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The heat in my body was getting worse, like I needed to unleash every frustration that had welled in my system. As the elevator took us up, I tried to keep my distance. Maybe it would bring me back to my senses before I finally take this big leap of faith. I got to his room, trying my best to control myself. “So,” he purred while still holding my hand. “Are we going to tell each other our real names?” ”No names.” I said. He nodded. “It’s just one night.” I stared at him, No regrets I’m making this up as I go along, I mean is there anything wrong having one night with a total stranger?

“This is Agent Clara Villanueva. National Bureau of Investigation.” My heart slammed against my ribs. “We’d like to speak with you regarding Marcus Delgado.” I swallowed. “About what, exactly?” “About what you know,” she replied calmly. “And what you’re willing to share.” I hesitated for half a second. Then: “When?” “Tomorrow morning.” I closed my laptop slowly. The shadows were ending. --- The NBI office smelled like disinfectant and old paper. Agent Villanueva was younger than I expected. Sharp eyes. Calm posture. No wasted movements.

“Sometimes it’s how you move, sometimes it’s your scent and sometimes… it’s your silence.” “I don’t give him anything.” “That’s what makes you so loud.” “Word is,” Jaylen added, “he’s picking again tonight.” Rico didn’t react. But his stomach tightened. That Night – 12:07 A.M. The intercom remained silent. Rico lay on his bunk, pretending to sleep, his heart pounding. The red dot on the camera across the room glowed. “Don’t call me.” He whispered to himself Then louder, just enough for the shadows to hear: “I dare you.”

I didn’t hesitate. We stumbled out into the night, the cold air slapping our skin, but it only made the heat between us feel hotter. He flagged down a cab with one arm while keeping the other locked tight around my waist. The ride was a blur of stolen touches, grazed thighs, and heavy breathing. Neither of us spoke. By the time we reached the hotel, the tension had built to something feral.

“I can get it.” “I know.” He’s already grabbing the blanket to tuck me back in. “And I can too.” He kisses my forehead and speeds out of the room, returning a few seconds later with a glass of water. I take a big drink and set it on the nightstand. “Do you have to work tonight?” “I’m done going over the bookkeeping, but I did plan on going in. I allowed Dina to feed last night so her fangs would grow back. I plan to rip them out again after I question her.”

She had already sprinted past the turnoff for her apartment building; leading these unknown killers to her safe house would be suicide. She needed to lose them in the dark, because if she failed to break their line of sight, she would likely end up as a corpse on an autopsy table by morning. The path ahead was pitch black, unlit by any city infrastructure, but her enhanced night vision handled the darkness without issue. Fortunately, she knew these back alleys like the back of her hand. Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway.

I waited for it to stop, thinking Night would pick it up, but when it didn’t, I went back inside the room only to see Night groaning and turning around on the bed, not willing to take the call. I couldn’t help but smile at the cute little frown on his face, and those pouty little lips that made me want to get back in bed so I could kiss him all over. But since he had slept late, I didn’t want to disturb him either. Swiftly, I crossed the room to take the phone. When I unlocked it with my thumbprint, I saw that it was a call from Avery, Night’s agent. I glanced at Night once, wondering if I should wake him up, but seeing how peacefully he was sleeping, I decided not to disturb him.

And yet, even if they are in a light slumber, they could still hear the murmurs between the two older agents. By the time that they arrived at the safe house, it was nearing night time. The sky was being painted by the hues of violet, blues and purples and that the surroundings were no longer in harmony with the birds but instead was singing with the crickets by the trees. Hestia and Albert were startled awake by the annoying sounds that the crickets produce, and that they figured out that they are already at their destination, at last. “We are here.” Agent 10 announced and got down first from the van. They then opened the door to the side where Hestia, Albert, Yulia and Freya will go out. “

I know I will pay the price for this sleepless night in the morning, but I don't care if I can't be one hundred percent and fully awake from the very beginning. I'm definitely paying for staying up late and drinking so much last night. It's six in the morning and I've only had two hours of sleep, but that's not what affects me the most; it's the alcohol, the damn hangover. It feels like someone is drilling into my head. Enzo's voice irritates me. That's why I sent him in the other vehicle. We returned to the airport in five all-terrain vehicles. My men are with me, as well as Muhammad's men, who will escort us to the plane. Before leaving, I thanked him for everything and for not saying anyt