I'm Stacey Alexander, 30, a curvy one, top special agent and a businesswoman. I'm under mission in a VVIP club with my team to hunt down a heavy Mafia head who's loose on drugs and killing for pleasure at his point. While waiting for the bastard, I spot my baby sister in the club at the arm of a young billionaire, posing like an escort by the looks of it, though she should have been in a study night for her Harvard studies! I go bazooka in my head and follow them upstairs to the private rooms, all angry and heartbroken! I'm paying everything for her princess ass! When I land in the private room that has her and other four out of this world men, I get the biggest heartbreak from her words and attitude towards me, I shoot down the main bastard I'm here for, set free my baby sister from under my guardianship, and take a flight abroad on a last minute mission the same night, to detach from my pained heart and disappointment. Upon my return from my mission, my superior announces me that to compensate for the damages I and my team produced in that goddamn club because of our operation there, the owner of it, Brian Stredge, 26, a billionaire and a heavier than that bastard Mafia head, asks my agency to have me as his 'bodyguard' under the cover of a fake fiancƩe, because he's got deadly threats around him! I go against it because it's under my level to do that! Me?! To babysit?! Get the...out of here! And he's no damsel in distress! He's got an army around him and deadly himself as the big Mafia head he is! This damn playboy and heartthrob is driving me crazy to go on such a mission! But I accept it in the end.... I'm not allowed to refuse.... Oh.... I think I'll end up killing his ass....
Stacey's POV:
I'm in a big ass club for VVIP people with my team. I'm dressed like I usually am in such occasions. No, no cocktail or such dresses, or high heels. I'm in a pair of black leggings, some black leather flat shoes, a tank top which is in a darkish grey, a black blazer tight on my waist and going over my ass with some big golden buttons in a cross on my chest. The blazer is open in front from my waist down to better move in it. My entire outfit embraces my curves as I'm a curvy one, but the one that fires dicks around at my sight. Oh yeah.... Unfortunately for them, I'm not one to take interest in their sex drive. Ha-ha! And yes, forgot, my hands are gloved with a pair of black leather gloves with cut fingers. I'm here to work my ass out.... He, he, he....
My height? Well, I'm 5'38 feet tall. Yeah. My dark honey hair is loose and styled on my left side. It's wavy and goes over my shoulders, but it's not long. Single? Yes. Age? 30. Social status? I run a real estate business from my late parents. Single child? No.... I've got a 19-year-old pain in my fucking ass baby sister. Raising her on my own since when I was her now age, moment when our parents died in a car accident and blew my life off to an everlasting pain. Yep.... If I'm at least wearing makeup now? Noooo.... Ha-ha! I believe in a natural face. I've got nothing to prove to anyone or to attract unwanted attention, though that unwanted attention flies to me like a fucking magnet. Anyways.... Oh yeah, my full name is Stacey Alexander. Forgot about that, too. Ha-ha!
"Stace?" That's Matt, the one under me in the team, in my earpiece.
We're tracking a big shot Mafia guy and his people of the night. He's a criminal. Well, like everyone in Mafia is, but this one is a true psychopath, killing for pleasure once he's on his sniff of drugs. He's relatively young, 34, gorgeous male specimen, a fucking player in his all, and here to maybe get laid in one of the private rooms with some escort or lady of the night, or whatever else after a meeting with some other big shot. He's like a fucking cat wherever he goes, and you can miss him if you don't have keen eyes or you fucking blink, though he's towering and ripped in muscles. But his people always make sure to surround him and make him untouchable and unseen.
No, he's an Alpha guy and doesn't need people to protect him. He can handle everything himself. He's fucking dangerous if you don't match his level.
"Yeah?" I'm near the bar, with my hands at my back, straight in stance, chest out, chin up, with eagle eyes on the lookout. I have neutral lens in my eyes which live stream what I see, and I can see what others see at my orders, like a hologram, if I request that from the ones back at HQ.
It's one in the morning and the club is packed with the big guys, meaning millionaires and billionaires, and rich girls, and not so rich girls but wannabes. Music is thundering in the club and you can smell the mix of cocktail drinks and brand perfumes.
"He's not in yet. None of his people reached the premises. But the info is solid. He's a good friend with the owner of this club and having a meeting with him tonight. I'm across you and I've got a...slutty bitch dancing on my back.... Miss? Not happening. I'm a poor guy. Go and fuck a rich guy's back. Come on." I snort into laughter, under my lips as he's so fucking irritated and I see him shoving her into another on the dance floor.
Oh! Matt? He's no poor. He's fucking rich, handsome as fuck, towering and muscled like a Greek God. And he's got some ravishing emerald eyes with a messy raven-hued hair. He's wearing some Armani black suit tailored to his muscles, so no wonder that red head beauty was fractioning his back. Ha-ha!
"Don't be a bad boy, Matt. You're a gentleman in general." I grin at him across the room and he smirks at me.
"With the right people, darling. One like you, yes. One like her? You don't want to know...." He winks at me, raising his whisky glass and now sipping from it while I roll my eyes and puff. Shut the fuck up, loser....
"Behave, Matt. We don't want to draw attention to our plan tonight." He's devilishly grinning at me. Don't start it.... I'm narrowing my pissed off look at him.
"Want me to behave in my bad boy nature, darling?"
"Fuck you, Matt." Shit.... He winks at me and grabs the red head by her hair, turns her around, glues her to him, dancing, and kissing her fucking neck, with his eyes into mine, and his glass of whisky in his left hand aside. The red head is fucking wet on him, not an ounce against all that. I'm chewing from my left cheek, taking my eyes off it, continuing my lookout.
"Wanna go out?" The red head says as I hear her in my earpiece. Go, go.... He'll so fuck you.... Ha-ha! I'm not looking at them.
"What do you say, Stace?" He's whispering to me and the bitch is on a cascade of wetting her panties by her voice....
"I-I'm.... You can call me Stace if y-you want...." That fucking stupid bitch! Ha-ha! I'm laughing with appetite signaling the bartender to hit me with something. I won't drink anyways, but I need to get into the picture.
"I say you can fuck all you want after, bad boy. You know that. She's so fucking ready and a fucking beauty." He groans with annoyance. Yeah, he wants us to be a thing. Not happening.
"You're so bad, Stacey." Yeah, my middle name.... "You fucking kill me all the time...." But you never die all the way.... "Fucker incoming at your right. Don't make me become a killer before time, baby...." I've told you never to call me 'baby'.... Son of a bitch.... "He's checking out your entire back...." I'm hearing the red head squealing as he has probably dumped her from him.
Yeah, he's just playing with her. He's in his husky-Alpha voice. Let him check it out.... It's as far as he can go.... Yeppers.... I'm with a cocktail in my hand as I've been served. What. The. Actual. Fuck?!
I've spotted my baby sister in a fucking expensive golden cocktail short dress, giggling at some rich guy, similar to Matt in appearance, walking with him to the private rooms upstairs.
The guy has bodyguards and he's with his fucking hand squeezing her FUCKING ASS! I'M SEEING FUCKING BLOOD BEFORE MY FUCKING EYES! SHE SOULD HAVE BEEN IN A FUCKING NIGHT STUDY FOR HER HARVARD STUDIES!
"Stace? What's up? Stace? Why? I don't see anything.... Oh! Shit.... Stacey? Don't. Not now. Stacey!"
Yeah, he probably saw to whom I'm looking at and the guy at my back has grabbed my ass receiving a punch with the back of my left hand while my eyes are not escaping my whorish sister who's with her fucking hand on his ass now and I'm mental to fucking see that! The guy I've punched is over the bar something. I'm furious and walking with bad omen steps to where my sister is going all wet and with the fuck drive.
Study night, huh? I work my ass off to provide the best life for you and this is what you're doing at my fucking back?! WHY?! My heart is fucking my throat at this point!
They're already out of my sight as I've been on the other side of the club, but once I'll reach there.... OH! MAN! SHE'S DEAD!
"Stay there and watch the perimeter, Matt! I'll be back in due time.... I just have a little family situation...." I'm in my dry straight voice, breathing like a raging bull, delaying my steps on the stairs now as I need to fucking chill a bit and not fucking strangle her. Well, yeah, I'm a fucking killer among other things, and killing someone is for me like ridding a fucking bike....
"Stacey? Babe? Calm down. Please. Maybe it's not her...." IT'S HER! I KNOW MY FUCKING SISTER! "Don't create a mess at least. That guy is a fucking billionaire. I think I know him, but not sure." Don't care! Billionaire or not, if he fucked her, HE'S DEAD! THAT'S MY BABY SISTER! I ignore him and he sighs, cursing some for the situation.
Chapter 1 Mission With A Bang
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Chapter 2 Baby Angry
24/10/2021
Chapter 3 You're Not My Mother!
24/10/2021
Chapter 4 You're Mine
24/10/2021
Chapter 5 I've Got To Babysit !
24/10/2021
Chapter 6 Fake FiancƩe, Huh
25/10/2021
Chapter 7 Nervous Breakdown And Heartache
25/10/2021
Chapter 8 Caged Lion Without Her
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Chapter 9 You Crazy Baby
26/10/2021
Chapter 10 For Her It's Fake, For Me It's Real
27/10/2021
Chapter 11 Impossible To Handle!
28/10/2021
Chapter 12 Damn... I Can't Control
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Chapter 13 Baby Means Business
30/10/2021
Chapter 14 Stop Torturing Me!
31/10/2021
Chapter 15 If It Weren't For You And Your Fake Shit
01/11/2021
Chapter 16 A Cheating FiancƩe
03/11/2021
Chapter 17 You Act As If You Own Me
05/11/2021
Chapter 18 Here To Kill Me
07/11/2021
Chapter 19 He's Insane...
08/11/2021
Chapter 20 Jealousy...
11/11/2021
Chapter 21 Give It To Me Already...
13/11/2021
Chapter 22 It's Something Heavy And Fiery...
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Chapter 23 Take That As Pure Torture
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Chapter 24 Guilty To That
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Chapter 25 Not Allowed! Denied!
26/11/2021
Chapter 26 No F*cking Shame...
29/11/2021
Chapter 27 You Stay 'Body-On-Body' With Mr. Objective
05/12/2021
Chapter 28 He Sure Looks Angry This Time...
14/12/2021
Chapter 29 Thunder Phillip
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Chapter 30 This "Horse" Is Kept In Agony...
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Chapter 31 Philip! That's My Woman!
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Chapter 32 Here Is 'Fake', There Is 'Real', 'Babe'
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