I'm an idiot.

An absolute bloody idiot.

How could I kiss my target? The man I've been sent to gather information on and then arrest?

It's okay, Azaría. I had no choice. If we were to run, the police officers would obviously know that we were the same people they were trying to catch.

I did what I had to do to not get my cover blown and to not get us arrested.

It's fine. Yep. Totally fine.

Pietro parks the car in front of the building and we are finally back. I have truly had enough of his singing.

Yes, at first I sang along and thought it was hilarious but now I'm very much fed up.

I get out of the car and immediately let out a deep breath. Right now what I need is a long shower, pink sauce pasta, my comfy blanket, and a movie.

"There you guys are," Stefan calls out as he heads in our direction. I was too busy imagining how comfy I would be in my bed to realise he and Gia were right in front of me.

"How did you guys manage to get out without them catching you?" Gia asks. Her eyes flickering from Niccolò to me with a slight smirk like she knew something I didn't.

"Too long of a story," I mutter, shaking my head. In all honesty, I'm too tired to explain to them what happened but I also do not want to mention that he and I kissed.

"Ah, I see," Stefan replies, nodding his head slowly. Ugh. Please drop this subject.

"Will you the fuck up now?" Niccolò scoffs and they all nod their heads. Thank you.

"The chefs made steak, better come before it gets cold though," Gia tells him before walking with Stefan and Pietro running after them. Steak? Lucky.

I turn to face Niccolò to see that he was already looking at me. I open my mouth to talk but so does he. "You can go," he utters.

"The kiss was only to get the officers off our back," I explain. "It was nothing and it won't happen again. Sorry if I... I don't know, overstepped? We barely know each other."

I was so worried about me kissing my target that I forgot he kissed someone who works for him. He might kick me out of the mafia or something. Can you get kicked out? Or do you just get killed? Wait- I better not die.

"You're good," he chuckles, his lips tilting into a slight smirk. I am?

"You tricked them well," he adds with his eyes narrowed. I'm tricking him well right now too.

"I'm good at what I do," I reply, shrugging. At being undercover that is.

He stays silent for a few seconds, his eyes flickering from my eyes to my lips. "I guess you are, Azaría."

My gaze doesn't leave his and I just stand there, all stupid. Oh my- did I make things awkward? Because of the kiss? Fuck. I better have not.

Okay, change the subject. Right now, Azaría.

"Niccolò," I speak up, clearing my throat as I think of something to say. He hums in response, telling me to continue. "Was this some kind of test?" The words leave my mouth before I can stop them but I can't help think that it is.

The way everyone has been reacting it seems like it has been. Reading into people's body language, facial expressions, and voice tones is now something normal to me that I do without realising. After talking with Pietro, Stefan, and Gia it definitely seems like they know something I don't. Which I mean is fair since I'm not as close with them but I feel like it has something to do with me.

"Test?" he questions with his brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

"Forget it." I give him a slight smile as I drop my shoulders, brushing it off.

He nods his head slowly, his eyes still on me. I try to read his face, his expressions, just something and I can't.

I need to somehow get closer to him. To know him better.

"You wanna come eat?" he asks, nodding his head towards the building.

I would love steak right now but I need to go home and take a nap. Oh, and update my boss on what just happened today. Minus the kissing part, of course. "I think I'm just gonna head home," I say, declining the offer.

He doesn't reply but he calls over one of his guards. "Take Azaría back to her house," Niccolò orders and the guy immediately walks off to the parked, blacked-out limo.

"So do we have any more crazy missions that I should be aware of?" I ask, giving him a look while crossing my arms.

I'm not trying to drag myself out of bed this early in the morning ever again.

"Not for a while, no," he tells me with a low chuckle. Good. There better not be.

He takes his eyes off of me and onto the limo that has just parked beside us. "Goodbye, Azaría," he mutters.

"Bye, Niccolò," I reply with a small smile before getting into the back of the car and closing the door.

I need to get out of here and pretend today never happened immediately.



Letting out a deep breath, I pull out the key and enter my apartment. I scan the area, making sure everything is where I have left it before closing the door.

I'm paranoid. This job and watching many crime shows have made me paranoid.

I check every room of my apartment with my gun in my hand before I can actually get to relax. If I don't, I'll have this thought in the back of my mind that someone is in here with me.

To be fair, this job is dangerous. People might come after me so doing all of this is for my benefit. Not just that but I live in a dangerous world. The stuff that I see in the news is enough to make me paranoid too.

Once all the rooms have been checked, I lay myself down on the couch as I stare at the ceiling. I let out a groan when I pick up my phone.

I need to tell someone what happened today. I need to get it off my chest and there's only one person I trust enough for this; one person I know wouldn't judge me at all.

"Hey, babe," I hear the familiar voice say after waiting for the phone to pick up.

"Aaliyah," I mutter out sheepishly.

I hear her sighing deeply. "I know that tone so what's wrong?"

She knows me too well. "I had a mission earlier today. Something happened."

"Azaría, me right now!" she exclaims with a huff. Oh, boy. "And don't miss out on any details."

I tell her what happened, from the moment I woke up to his call till I said goodbye to him and got into his limo. All I heard from her were gasps. Very loud gasps.

"Kissed?" she shrieks out, making me pull the phone away from my ear. "You kissed Mr. Sexy Mafia CEO?"

The nickname? When did she think of that?

"I did," I cringe. "I don't know what to do. He didn't even speak a word about it afterwards so I just didn't either."

"Okay, don't worry about this, love," she reassures me softly. "You did it to save his ass and yours too."

Exactly. See, she always knows what to say and how to say it. And the thing is, she still hasn't judged me once. Not at all.

"So I'm good right?" I ask her, biting my bottom lip nervously as I wait for her reply.

"Of course, c'mon," she answers with a chuckle. I let out a sigh of relief. I'm good.

"Okay but I need to know, how was the kiss? Was it good? Is he a good kisser? He definitely looks like one," she rambles quickly.

Was he a good kisser?

The image of his lips on mine with his hands wrapped tightly around my waist flashes in my mind before I quickly snap myself out of it.

"Not really," I completely lie straight through my teeth.

I truly am fucked.

"I know you're lying to me, Azaría Silva," she replies in her serious tone. Okay, she knows me too much.

"I'm not," I let out a scoff.

It wasn't all that. Besides, he's my target. I'm an undercover agent working for the government. It's absolutely ridiculous and absurd and it cannot happen again under any circumstances.

I won't let it happen again. It was a total mistake and that's all.



ugh sorry about the short chapter🙂‍↕️

guys i haven't wore my curly hair out in a whileeee like months and i js did today, everyone loved it SO GUYS THIS IS UR SIGN TO WEAR UR NATURAL HAIR!!!!

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