The Last day was bathed in golden sunshine and wrapped in warmth and love—yet beneath the calm, something unexpected was quietly waiting just around the corner.
Arriving at the headquarters, I found my team gathered, eyes brimming with determination. Miss Serena, our leader with a keen edge, welcomed us as we settled into our seats. The lights dimmed, intensifying the atmosphere in the room, and the projector flickered to life, illuminating the moment's seriousness.
"Alright, everyone," Miss Serena began, her voice steady and commanding, "We have a mission ahead of us." The air crackled with tension. "A festival is taking place at City Hall, drawing crowds from all over. Amid the celebrations, we've received intel on a covert deal involving Andrew Watson. He isn't just clever; he's a master at selecting these inconspicuous venues for his clandestine exchanges—places where secret dealings can transpire under a veil of normalcy."
I could sense the weight of her words hanging in the air. "We must ensure this deal never occurs. Our plan is straightforward yet bold. Vincenzo, Eva—you'll be our "couple." Blend in at the festival, laugh, dance, and enjoy the night like any ordinary pair in love. But beneath that façade of normalcy, you'll be working in the shadows. Your mission is clear—ensure that the deal never sees the light of day.
The other team members would disguise themselves as ordinary festival-goers, seamlessly blending into the crowd while posing as staff—each one ready to step in at a moment's notice. The mission was clear, yet fraught with risk: we had to plant a device, a bomb under our control. A decoy. It would lie dormant, harmless until we triggered it. Once the countdown expired, it would defuse itself automatically. But by then, the damage would be done—not in destruction, but in chaos. Panic would ripple through the festival, forcing the authorities to step in, bringing the entire deal to an abrupt and inevitable end. We have just two days left, so we must put in maximum effort and work as hard as possible to succeed.
Now, she begins assigning our roles, her voice steady and commanding.
"First, Jack—you'll be at the entrance. Your job is to oversee security and guarantee the bomb slips in unnoticed."
She turns to Daisy. "You'll be within a five-meter radius of the target. Your task? Hack the full-body scanner, and disable it completely. The guns and the bomb must pass through unnoticed."
Her gaze shifts to Matteo and Bria. "You two will be posing as City Hall staff. You'll blend in, assist where needed, and most importantly—place the bomb. Throughout the entire operation, stay invisible, stay sharp."
With the mission laid out, Serena steps back, her piercing eyes scanning each of us.
"She looks around and asks, 'Any questions?'"
Silence.
"And with only two days to prepare, we need to give it everything we've got," she said.
Two days. That's all we have. "The gravity of the plan weighs heavily upon us, but with it, a dark thrill courses through our veins—a mixture of urgency, anticipation, and something dangerously exhilarating. We clasp our hands together, a silent oath to what lies ahead. From this moment, there's no turning back.
The next forty-eight hours are relentless. We work under the cover of night, making arrangements, and perfecting every detail. There's no room for error. No second chances. Success is our only option.
The fusion of chaos, life, and risk drew us together—united by a single purpose, but each heartbeat raised the stakes of our deception. As the festival approached, I could feel the exhilarating pulse of suspense wrapping around us like a thread, binding our fates together. We weren't just a team; we were partners in an intricate dance of danger, longing to outwit the odds as we prepared for what lay ahead.
Then, the day arrives...
Eva and I leave home as if it's just another ordinary morning. We walk out the door, masks of normalcy firmly in place, ensuring no one suspects a thing.
Upon our arrival at headquarters, Miss Serena and the team were already in place. Their faces carry quiet confidence—smiles laced with something heavier, something deadlier. We waste no time. The final preparations begin.
An hour later, Miss Serena leads Eva and me into a restricted section, a room shrouded in shadows, protected by high-security biometrics. The air inside is thick with steel and gunpowder. Weapons line the walls like artifacts of war, each one holding the promise of destruction.
"Choose your weapons," Serena instructs, her voice cold, businesslike.
Eva moves through the room, her fingers grazing the cold metal, her eyes gleaming with something almost... intoxicating. The way she studies each gun, the way she speaks of their differences, their power—it sends a shiver through me. She's not just interested. She's enthralled. I've never seen a woman so captivated by weapons, so effortlessly in her element. No doubt after this, She's undeniably my type.
We make our selections, and then Serena gives the final command. "Get changed. It's time."
We move to prepare for the evening. I slip into a sleek black suit, the fabric hugging my frame, a crisp tie completing the disguise. As I adjust my cufflinks, I turn to the team, awaiting their confirmation that everything is in order. The tension is thick, and the air is electric. Then, the sharp click of her heels echoed through the room as she ascended the steps, filling the space.
Then, a voice breaks the moment.
"Look who just walked in—Miss Eva." Jack's words are teasing, but his tone shifts as she steps closer.
I turn.
And my breath catches in my throat.
Eva stands there, a vision of seduction and lethal elegance. Her black silk bodycon dress clings to her curves like it was crafted just for her. The plunging neckline highlights the elegance of her delicate collarbone, the soft glow of the room casting shadows across her skin. A touch of red—her lipstick—bold, dangerous, hypnotic.
Desire grips me with a force I wasn't prepared for. I want to touch her, to trace every inch of her body, to taste the temptation that stands before me. The dress slit teases a glimpse of her alluring thigh, a sight that stirs an irresistible urge to grasp and explore its warmth. A delicate chain rests against her thigh, a sinful temptation, beckoning me to seize it between my teeth and strip it away. She steps closer, and the intoxicating scent of her perfume lingers in the air, her lips parting as she speaks. But I don't hear a word. I'm lost, mesmerized, drowning in her beauty. The mission, the stakes, the world—everything blurs.
All I can see is her. And all I want is to claim what's right in front of me.
As Eva's soft hand rested gently on my shoulder, her touch pulled me from the whirlpool of my thoughts. A wave of warmth washed over me, mingling with an unexpected surge of possessiveness. Just then, Matteo and Jack chimed in, their voices brimming with admiration. "Eva, you look stunning," they said in unison, their eyes lingered on her, like the sun piercing through the clouds.
Around us, I noticed the gazes of each one drawn to her radiant beauty. An undeniable mixture of anger and protectiveness bubbled within me; I hated how their attention seemed to wrap around her like a vine, ensnaring her in a web of distractions. I instinctively moved behind her, shielding her from their prying eyes, silently claiming my place at her side. As like she is mine alone, bound to me in a way no one else could ever dare to possess. She might shine like a star, but I would ensure I stood as her unwavering shadow.
I leaned in, my lips hovering just beside her ear as I murmured in a low, intimate tone meant for her alone.
"You're looking stunning, madam. I can't seem to take my eyes off you—you're quite distracting. And those red lips of yours… they're stirring something deep inside me."
A slow, knowing smile curved her lips as she tilted her head slightly, her voice dripping with quiet temptation.
"Oh? Is that so? Well… perhaps they taste just as good as they look."
I relished every time she played along with my flirting, each response making me feel like that's my girl. As the time drew near, our team moved into a synchronized rhythm, each of us readying ourselves for the festival's intoxicating allure.
Finally, we departed for the event venue, stepping into the bustling streets. The cacophony of laughter and music enveloped us, a siren call of normalcy, starkly contrasted against the undercurrents of danger we carried in our hearts. Eva walked beside me, her presence both intoxicating and grounding. The way the light wove through her hair, coupled with the effortless grace of her movements, ignited a smoldering desire within me.
We stepped into the arena of festivities, our hearts racing with the thrill of what was about to unfold—a dance woven with romantic tension, danger lurking just beneath the surface, and a burning desire to protect what was mine. The chaos would soon rise, but for now, we were united in purpose, drawn together by an unspoken bond that pulsed between us like a heartbeat...