Niccolo Alvera has a sister.

The Italian mafia leader has a sister that we, as in the whole of MI6, had no idea about.

This is crazy. How in the world did we not know?

But right now, I have another things on my mind. Like packing, and making a quick trip to HQ to tell my boss what's going on.

I open up the small suitcase I'm using. I don't think we are staying long enough for me to need a suitcase. I hope so anyways.

I've put in all the pants I think I'm going to need along with shirts and pyjamas, and also hair, makeup and skincare stuff. I grab a bunch of underwear and bras, enough for a whole month, just in case. Better be safe than sorry.

Finally almost done, I add guns, ammo, knives, and daggers, before zipping the bag up and surprisingly everything fits. I mean, it barely does but still.

I make it to the lobby and get into my car. I'm going to miss my baby. My beautiful blacked out M4 Competition.

I turn on my playlist, knowing I can't ever drive without having music on. Stay Ready by Jhené Aiko comes on and a smile as I love the song, even though I can't relate at all.

I can't really relate to any love song. I've never been in love.

I think I've just never had the chance to fall in love with someone. After my parents died, I was just into smoking, racing, drinking and doing stupid shit to get the pain off my mind. I barely even loved myself, how could I love someone else?

After that, I joined the training academy. All day every day I was either working out or training to be the best. I didn't have time for anything else. Especially since the people in that academy were much older than me. I was the only youngest one there because Mr. Arthur put in a special request for me to join. I guess due to my parent's legacy in MI6, it wasn't a problem.

And then we make it to the present, where work is my life. I mean sure, I'd go out every now and then but I'm not the hook-up type. I don't care if anyone is, that's them and their choices, but for me, hooking up with random guys isn't what I want.

It's not like I could have fell in love with anyone at work either. I don't mix work with pleasure. I try not to at least because I know, it will never work out. So why would I put myself through that?

I think about my future a lot. Wondering if I'll ever find the man that will be my soulmate and husband.

Lots of people say that when you know, you know; and I believe in that. But I also believe that not everyone has a soulmate, some people are destined for other things I guess and that could be me.

I just wonder a lot of things. Am I going to meet my future husband at work? I'm not sure if marrying another agent or someone that works a dangerous job is something I want but if that happens to be my soulmate then I guess that's just how it will be.

I just don't want to complain. How will I be able to complain if I found the perfect man for me, one who loves me unconditionally, and notices stuff about me that I don't even realise myself?

I'd be too happy to complain.

I get snapped out of my thoughts when I realise a black SUV is tailing me. This is something I'm trained to notice without even thinking. I have no doubt in my mind that they are Niccolò's men.

The thing is, I'm not surprised and I actually have a plan for this just in case it ever happened.

I take a right turn and drive into a many floored parking lot, going to the third floor. I quickly rip out a paper from my notepad that I keep in my car and write "I'm not your mole, so quit following me Niccolò" on it.

I get out of the car, with my bag, and place the piece of paper on the windshield before walking up to a white Mercedes E-Class and getting in it. I drive down the parking lot and once I exit the building, I see the SUV enter.

That was my plan and I guess it worked just like I wanted it to. Of course I'm not going to leave my poor baby there all vulnerable and alone. I'll make sure one of my friends pick it up.

It's kind of stupid that I care about a car so much but when my parents died and I had nothing, I'd drive. It was peaceful to me. Even though I didn't even have a license and it was illegal. Street racing just made me forget about everything because of the adrenaline. It's better than alcohol and cigarettes so I leaned towards that more.

And this car is the car Mr. Arthur helped me get after I got top place in the training academy. I'm so grateful for him.

If it wasn't for him I'd still be getting into bad stuff, stuff way worse than street racing. He saw my parents in me, the potential I had to be an agent and he made it happen.

With my thoughts and the music playing, I arrived at the HQ without even realising. I roll down my window and show the guard my ID to which he lets me in.

Once I enter the building, I have to scan my ID card and my hand a bunch of times to finally make it to my team's floor. That's one thing I definitely didn't miss about this place.

"Azaría!" I hear a familiar voice yell and not even a second later, Aaliyah pops into my eyesight with the biggest grin ever.

She wraps her arms around me and pulls me into a tight hug. The thing is, I never really liked hugs. Not for any particular reason, I've just always struggled showing affection.

That's definitely one reason why I've never fallen in love.

I know Aaliyah loves hugs however and she's my best friend nonetheless, so I wrap my arms around her too.

I really do feel sorry for the girls that don't have a girl best friend, not the ones you are nice to you with hint of passive aggressiveness. Ones that you can talk to about anything, deep or silly. Ones that you know you can count on no matter what.

That's one of the best things about being a girl. The movie nights, the calls, the getting ready together before a night out. It's an experience that everyone should have and I'm lucky Aaliyah did that for me.

We pull away from the hug and she doesn't waste any time attacking me with questions. "Why are you here? For how long? Oh my God, any updates with Niccolò?"

"Here because I need to talk to Mr. Arthur. Here for not that long. Updates coming soon," I say quickly, trying to answer all her questions.

She laughs at my stressed reply but before she could respond, a feel a hand ruffle my hair and I quickly turn around annoyed only to see James. Not my hair. The annoyed look on my face turns into a smile even though I try to suppress it. Okay, I did miss him.

"I didn't know we let homeless people in here," he winces and I push his shoulder to which he chuckles. He thinks teasing me is so funny.

"You know I missed you, don't go sulking," he winks and I roll my eyes. Maybe he's right. I used to spend every day with him and Aaliyah, it's so different now.

I open my mouth to speak but I see Mr. Arthur's assistant heading in my direction. "I'll talk to you guys soon, wait," I quickly say and walk up to her.

"He's waiting for you," she informs me and I nod my head before heading to his office. A deep breath exhales from my lips. I don't know why I feel so nervous.

I knock on the door lightly before opening it slightly. He calls me over with his hands and I enter the room.

"My favourite agent," a grin appears on his face once I'm in front of his desk. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

I liked that I was his favourite. He always treated me special. Gave me gifts and more. I guess he's the father figure that I missed.

"Sir, I was just informed that I will be going to Italy tonight. I'm not sure for how long but it could possibly be a while," I tell him.

His hand raises to his chin as he nods his head. "This is good," he mumbles to himself. "We can catch him do a lot more in Italy rather than London."

"Go and in a week or so, I'll get the team ready and we will head to Italy. You won't be alone, Azaría," he reassures. "We have your back."

I smile at his words. "Thank you, sir." I turn around, about to leave but he tells me to wait.

I watch as he stands up, confused on why he wants me to wait. "I have something for you," he explains, as if he can hear my confusion.

"You really-" I start to say but he's quick to cut me off. "No, I really did need to do this," he mutters as he pulls out a box from his drawer.

With my brows furrowed and my head slightly tilted, I watch as he heads in my direction. "What is this?" I ask when he hands the box to me.

"Open it," he encourages. A small smile appears on my face as I unravel the ribbon and lift the lid on the box up.

It's a gun. Not any ordinary gun, it was a red emblem of a dragon wrapped around a sword. It's my dad's gun. I've seen many pictures of him holding it.

I open my mouth to thank him but nothing comes out as I'm in shock, speechless even. I didn't have many things from my parents so being able to use the same gun my dad used every time he went on a mission means a lot to me.

Mr. Arthur chuckles at my reaction. "I wanted to give you this when the time is right," he says. "And right now is the best time. You deserve this."

His hand is now on my arm as he rubs it slowly like he used to do when I was a kid. It was a sign that he's proud of me.

"Thank you, I don't even know what to say," I manage to reply. "This really means a lot to me."

He grins at my response and then takes the box from me, putting it down on his desk. "You don't need to say anything," he chuckles as he pulls me into a hug.

His arms wrap around my waist but then I feel a hand go lower and lower.

I clear my throat and pull away. "Thank you again," I reply with a slight smile. He nods his head at me as I grab the box and quickly leave the room.

Was I being disrespectful? He hugged me like that growing up all the time but- fuck, I don't know. It just felt weird. I had to leave.

My heart drops when I realise I didn't tell him about Niccolò's sister. Deep down, I know that if I did, he'd hurt an innocent kid just to catch him. I really hope he doesn't find out I withheld information. He'd be so disappointed in me.

I get snapped out of my thoughts when I see Aaliyah and James waiting for me at my desk with smiles on their faces.

I clearly my throat and put on a smile as well.

"Ooo, what was that about?" Aaliyah asks, raising her brows in curiosity. "I'm leaving for Italy," I tell them and their faces drop, "Tonight."

"What?" they question at the same time, the shock evident in their tones and facial expressions.

"You're gonna be with him, with all his mafia members, in his country, alone?" James mutters, his eyes slightly widen and widen as the words come out. "He's right, Azaría," Aaliyah adds.

"Don't worry about me," I tell them. "Remember I was trained for this? Besides, you guys will be landing in Italy in about a week. I won't be alone."

"Always got your back, babe," Aaliyah winks at me playfully, making my smile grow even wider.

"I know you guys do," I sigh dramatically. "Can never seem to leave me alone you two, can you?"

"Yeah?" James chuckles lowly as he looks down at me.

"Mhm," I challenge him in response, crossing my arms.

"Just saying, Azaría would win in a 1 v. 1," Aaliyah instigates, raising her hands up in surrender. She can't be serious.

"Nah," James shakes his head. "You see these muscles? No way she'd win," he says jokingly. He is joking because if he wasn't, he knows he'd get an ass beating.

"I can get you on the ground in less than five seconds, Palmer," I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"Oh?" he mutters, his eyes narrowing. "In the fighting way or the freak-"

Before he could even continue his sentence, I push him, causing him to stumble back and shut that annoying mouth of his. I turn to see Aaliyah laughing her ass off. I know she's enjoying this so much.

"I can't wait till I leave for Italy so I can't see your annoying faces," I huff and they chuckle at my words.

"You know you'd be missing this face," Aaliyah smirks and she's not wrong. Her beauty seriously needs to be studied. She could be a model if she tried.

"Okay, you're right," I agree in defeat.

"Alright let's go downstairs and eat before you have to leave," James speaks up. "My treat."

I can't say no to food. Especially when I'm not paying.

Downstairs has this hangout spot. A couple of cafes and little restaurants. The memories we've had there are too good to even explain.

I'm gonna miss them. But in some weird way, I want to go to Italy. Going there, I could find way more incriminating evidence on Niccolo.

This is the mission of my career.



time for a lil trip to italy... OMG GUYS THIS IS WHERE THINGS GET GOOODODODO

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