“Can we just move on and you give me today’s dossier?”
“I want you following a suspected arms dealer and murderer, is that a problem?” He asked, and I shook my head. “He’s fluent in five languages and according to our research he uses them all sporadically to confuse those with prying ears. This should be easy, you’re trained and ready. I want you to follow him, translate through your ear piece as he speaks. Then observe and report back about those he speaks with. He gets coffee here every morning, so keep out of sight since the FBI will be trailing him as well.”
“Yes, sir,” I auto-replied as I looked away. I reached into my messenger bag to hide my face. Once again, I would be deciphering someone’s intentions because my boss wouldn’t let me do any real work. “Here are the transcripts from the interrogation of the Russian suspect from Middleton, New York, Sergei Borisovich. It definitely has some interesting information, but based on his pitch he was lying about all of it. Even his name, which is actually Nathaniel Kuznetsova, son of the gun maker Ivan Kuznetsova.”
I watched as he made all the phone calls needed to discover they had let the lad go before discovering who he was, before they could try and persuade him to turn on his father. Now, they couldn’t find him.
“I just gave that to you yesterday, and you finished already?”
“Yes sir,” I replied confidently with a hint of deserved pride. “I can even tell you where he is.” Had I been the one to bring him in the first time, I would have discovered who he was prior to letting him go, if only they would wake up and realize I could be an asset.
“Seems like someone is aiming for my job,” he spoke with arrogance. He seemed pleased with my work, but in truth, my accomplishments were his since he had been the one who trained me. He was gleaming with self-adulation over the fact that he would get a pat on the back for the work I did.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a familiar blonde-haired woman wearing a yellow maternity dress coming toward the coffee shop entrance. It wasn’t hard to miss her as the dress stood out against the wooden accents all around the walls, and the sea of business people in darkened suits.
I needed my boss to go or I would have to try to describe who he was. Explaining him meant someone would tattle on me and I didn’t want Brooklyn to know where I was working. Last thing she needed was more stress and worry.
“No, sir, I don’t want your job. I want to do mine. I am a field agent, but all you allow me to do is track, translate, and report while hiding it from other agencies. Now, you need to go so I can do my job.”
In a blink of an eye, my boss was gone. I hadn’t figured out how the agents were stealthy enough to get past my training, but one day I would surpass every testicle in my office and make them regret keeping me on the bench.
“London,” Kate called my name and I smiled at her. I stood as she wrapped her arms around me. “How are you?” She asked as she let me go, and then walked over and sat on the couch across from me. “Is Brooklyn still keeping you up all night from sex and snacks?”
“I love my sister, but that poor baby is going to be born with a third arm or something with all the man-seed mix that is entering her,” I jokingly confided in Kate. She was my sisters best friend, so she understood what it was like to live with Brooklyn.
“I stopped by your other apartment like you asked and got your mail, and some messages. I still don’t understand why you live with Brooklyn, but have a place all to yourself,” Kate admitted, as she sipped at the decaf coffee I had waiting for her.
“Pregnancy has calmed you and your sarcasm down, but it seems to have made you nosy,” I laughed, as Kate dramatically scoffed.
“What gives?” Kate asked and I shrugged. “Brooklyn renovated her storage closet and laundry room to give you a room and you’re bailing on her?”
“Brooklyn will need my room when the baby comes so I want to be ready,” I lied, as Kate reached into her purse and pulled out my stuff. “How much longer do you have?”
“Six more weeks and my baby will use my vagina as a slip and slide and ride out into the world,” Kate sarcastically stated as she rubbed the dress that was sheltering her belly. Her blue eyes showed the love she already felt for that tiny tot inside her.
“I know you can’t wait to meet your little one,” I gave her a soft smile. She looked down at her belly and I knew the conversation had officially changed and there would be no more questions about the apartment.
Sometimes I felt as though this life of mine was a dream. Friends having babies, coffee dates in the morning to vent or bitch about life, and no men problems except that they ruled the roost at work. It was nearly euphoric, only every now and then I allowed unwelcomed feelings in to know I was missing something or someone.
“Are you dating yet?” Kate started her invasion of my privacy that I had gotten used to.
“I had a beer with a guy a few weeks ago,” I admitted.
“Your co-workers don’t count,” Kate sarcastically stated as she sipped her coffee.
“Then no, I’m not dating. I don’t see the point. You get to know each other, you fall in love, then something happens and you break up just to do it all over again with a hole in your chest. I would rather die solid than looking like swiss cheese because I let someone leave a hole in me.”
“Sounds good in theory, but you can’t pretend you haven’t already been wounded,” Kate replied as she narrowed her eyes at me. She desperately wanted to know my past, and would poke to see if I would grab the bait.
“I’m solid as a rock,” I lied, as Logan flashed in my mind. I could still see the boyish smile he wore every time he saw me.
“I need to take this,” Kate explained when her phone chimed. I knew it was her husband, Eddie, checking in on her. He didn’t like her being far away from the hospital just in case the baby decided to come early. As a paramedic, Eddie knew it was hard to get through the turbulent waters of traffic.
I took the opportunity to glance at the photo of the man I would be following, memorized his bio, and looked through my mail. Everything was pretty much the same junk mail and bills that arrived every month. Nothing new, nothing that was urgent.
As Kate ended her call, I looked up to see my mark. He didn’t look like a criminal. He looked like a politician in a charcoal suit. His shoulder length, dark hazelnut hair showed him to be carefree and completely blind when it came to following conformity.
I looked at my watch to see that he was thirty-seven minutes early from what the itinerary stated in the dossier. This might mean he knew we were watching. The clock had begun, I had three minutes to ditch Kate in her rubber ducky colored dress and become invisible or my job was over before it had begun.
“I hate to cut this short, but Eddie wants to do breakfast. He just got off a twenty-four-hour shift,” Kate was nearly begging to go.
I nodded as I looked past her and watched a young blonde woman in a short skirt walk in. The suspect and her exchanged knowing glances and then she held up two fingers over her lips as if asking for a cigarette before walking out.
“Go, have fun,” I spoke a little too quickly. “We can do girl’s day same time next week?”
“Of course,” Kate gave me a worried smile. “Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect. Don’t worry about me,” I stood, leaned over, and helped her up. I gave her a hug, and then I walked out to disappear into a small crowd near the door, so Kate wouldn’t see that I hung back.
“Avery, you there?” I asked my handler as I put in my earpiece.
“I’m here, London. How was coffee with Kate?”
“Good, except my mark showed up early.”
“He’s there now?” Avery questioned in my ear as his fingers typed rapidly in the background and I murmured a yes. “I am getting the recording started and will have visual from the security cameras in a moment. I just have to hack in.”
“Start recording: I’m getting ready to head into an elevator to follow Mr. Michael Pierce, he is in a dar
k gray suit. I can see the outline of a key card or ID in his pocket as well as two guns. One on his waist against his back and one on his right ankle.”
“Which elevators?” Avery asked.
“He is in the eastern elevator, car two. Tell me where it stops,” I ordered as I rode up in the one beside it. I pushed the top floor and hoped I didn’t lose him. His early arrival meant I was unprepared and I could blow this before it even began.
“Looks like his elevator stopped on the seventh floor,” Avery gave me what I needed. I hit the seven and waited to exit. Now it was all on me. It was my turn to track him and find out what he was up to without actually being a field agent.
“I am heading north on the seventh floor, I will update when I can,” I whispered as I stayed a good football field length behind him. “Stop recording.”
“Keep your distance, he is notated as being violent. If he is early, he might know the FBI has been tailing him. All this could be explosive if you get caught.”
“What’s he going to do?” I quietly scoffed. It got harder to see him as I slowed my pace.
“Just remember, the last person who tailed him got to spend the next six months in a coma. We couldn’t charge him for it. Not yet, anyway. So, be careful.”
“Always, Avery.”
Chapter Three
Logan
“Ready?” Caroline, my co-pilot, asked as we departed the plane. I nodded as I gathered my things and we stepped out of the cockpit. Caroline pulled the pen from her long blonde hair and let it fall, her pink-tipped ends were laying on her ivory breasts, as she laughed about something she saw. My attention was piqued.
“Another flight, another city, another fuck. We could do all three,” I sarcastically replied.
“You look too tired to pick up your ego and carry it. Do you need some help?” She sassed me right back.
“Only if you are willing to bring me all the way home,” I suggestively continued our harmless flirtation.
“I will store it in your ass, and then no one has to carry it,” she laughed as she took off her black blazer and rolled her head to crack her neck as we headed into the airport.
“I want to ask you about something,” I took on a serious tone as we walked past the gate and into the employee entrance.
“Uh oh,” Caroline murmured.
“What?”
“When you get serious, I get worried. You’re not the adulting type,” Caroline continued on as we walked into a room with two brown leather couches for us to watch television until the plane was cleaned up, mechanically checked, and ready for the return flight.
“I saw on your schedule that you are flying with Nate next Monday to Heathrow. What if I wanted to take that flight instead?”
“You want to go to London with me?” Her hair fell onto one shoulder over her unbuttoned white dress shirt as she moved to sit down on the couch. She kicked off her shoes and started to relax. “I can make a few calls, but you know who you need to call to make sure it happens. You have to talk to Patrick. He is the scheduler now. Everything has to go through him.”
“He’s still angry I slept with his wife.”
“Wouldn’t you be?” Caroline interrogated as she patted the couch. “Come over here you look exhausted.”
“They didn’t even know each other. She only met him because he gave her a shoulder to cry on after I told her she was just something to pass the time on a layover.”
“And they say chivalry is dead.”
“Can you do it or not?” I pleaded as my frustration grew and the couch tried to pull me into a slumber.
“I need a day,” she continued on as I yawned. “Why are you so tired?”
“Ada.”
“I knew I loved that little girl,” Caroline joked as I leaned over on the couch arm. “Let me find out if Nate will even let you take his flight. Take a nap. I will wake you when Patricia gets here for your next flight. You get to go back to New York with Patronizing Patty.”
“Should be fun,” I slurred as I fell fast asleep.
I felt a warm mouth sink down over my cock as I tried to wake up. I reached down and held the head of whoever was bringing me to heel.
“Fuck,” my voice was raspy as they swallowed down on the head. “Lick the tip.”
I cracked one eye to see that Caroline was on her knees completely naked letting the pink tips of her hair fall around her face as she licked me from my balls to the tip of my cock and down again before bringing me back into her mouth.
“What are you doing?” I breathlessly asked as I gripped her hair in my hand and forced her to move faster.
“Flight delay,” she barely got the words out before I pulled her onto my cock again.
“Faster,” I demanded and pushed her down harder. I heard her cough and pulled back and then went in again. She was up for anything it seemed. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as she conquered the one eyed snake.
London’s face flashed through my mind the moment I came and it tore out a groan that was more painful than it sounded. Seeing her in my favorite hobby just ripped my heart out again.
“Get on all fours,” I ordered Caroline and she complied as her tongue licked her lips. I pulled a condom from my wallet and sheathed it on my hardening length. I was good to go again as long as I fucked London out of my mind. “This is going to be rough,” I warned, but she merely smiled.
“Are we going to play eight seconds?” She joked and I moved in behind her and thrust in harshly.
“Is that what you want?” I growled as she mewled and I pulled her hair into my hand. This wasn’t some hot piece of ass that I had even wanted. This was Caroline, and she would probably think she could tame me, but she didn’t have a clue. No one would make me settle down. There wasn’t a single person left on the planet I wanted to be with for more than a night or two.
“Fuck me fly boy,” she taunted me, so I fucked her till she no longer had a voice and London’s name, her face, and everything about her had dissipated under the sweat of hate sex.
Then, knowing Caroline would want to cuddle, I pulled up my pants, and went back to sleep without leaving her room to join until it was time to go.
Chapter Four
Logan - Many Moons Ago
She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Like something out of the catalogues the boys hid from the nuns. Her blue eyes screamed out as my instincts told me she must be scared. I wanted to make her feel safe as she rapidly scanned the room.
She looked so little, but had to be around my age or she wouldn’t be here. Sister Mary was rushing her through the tour because lessons were about to begin. My eyes locked on the backpack she was holding that said she was from New York with the large ‘I heart NY’ across the front.
“Sister Mary,” I called out, knowing I was going to hell for what I was about to do, but I had to meet her. The boys and girls were separated, and we were not supposed to go into each other’s hallways, but this was the library we shared so I would only get whipped for the lie I was about to tell. “Harry is cutting up Penthouse magazine and gluing it to the bible lesson for this week. I’m afraid if you don’t get him, then-,” I never finished because she took off after the vandal.
This girl in front of me was beautiful with her dark hair, and bright blue eyes. It fascinated me that she was from New York because I was too. Well, my mom was from New York and she told me all about it before she passed away. If I needed to, I could make someone believe I had once lived there.
“I’m Logan,” I told her, as she slowly lowered her bag and stopped holding it up like it was going to protect her from me. “What’s your name?”
“I’m London.”
“No, you’re in London, what’s your name?” I challenged while playing stupid. It was worth it to see the smile slide across her face as her nerves seemed to calm.
“I’m London, in London,” she nearly whispered, as the nun’s voice roared. I quickly grabbed her hand and led her to the tiny cleaning c
loset. I opened the heavy oak door, and pulled her inside as footsteps passed in a hurry. “What’s going on?” She asked with nervousness in her voice and I covered my mouth to hide the chuckle.
“Well Londi, there is no one here named Harry, and Sister Mary just figured it out,” I laughed, as I put my hand back over my mouth to quiet the giggles that threatened to erupt as I envisioned the nun looking for a ghost.
“Why did you lie?”
“I wanted to meet the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You and I are going to be the best of friends here.”
“You don’t even know me,” she looked like she was trying to understand me.
“I don’t need to know you. I just need to want to know you. How old are you?”
“Ten,” she lied, straight to my face. She was going to have to learn how to keep her face straight when she fibbed, or the nuns would punish her a lot.
“I’m eight. Guess I won’t see you anymore with those elevated classes. It was nice to meet you, Londi,” I told her as I put my ear to the door and listened to see if it was safe.
“I’m seven. I’ll be eight in a couple months,” she admitted with a sigh. “You shouldn’t get used to me being here.”
“Why is that?” I asked with more questions coming in my mind. Stupid questions, kid questions, and even serious grown up questions.
“This is my third school this year. My parents keep moving me because I don’t fit in with kids,” she confided in me and I knew how she felt. I used pranks and laughter to find my way in here and no matter what the nuns did to me, I kept at it.
“You will fit in fine here. Just stick with me and I can help you,” I told her as she reached over and hugged me.
“You’re the first person whose been nice to me,” she softly spoke into my ear.
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