"Tell us everything!" Aaliyah begs, convincing me with a nutella crepe. How could I say no to that?

"Right now, Silva," James adds, waving a cup full of chocolate covered marshmallows in front of me. Even better.

"Hand them over and we have a deal," I negotiate and they don't waste any time in giving me the sweets. Nosy ass people.

"So when I went in there, the guards took me to see Niccolo and Pietro," I tell them. They have a look of excitement and curiosity on their faces which makes me want to burst out laughing.

"Dun, dunn, dunnn. Ask Netflix for the rest," I grin, watching as their smiles drop. "Fuck you, don't do that," Aaliyah huffs.

"Okay point is I made the deal and that's it," I shrug. "That's it?" James questions. That's not it.

"Well, we danced," I shrug and both their eyes widen. "He's fucking dangerous, Azaría," he scoffs.

Okay, I know we're friends and he's scared for me but really? I'm undercover so of course I'm gonna have to do dangerous shit, is he stupid?

"I'm going to be with him for months. We have to know each other," I tell him. Besides, it's just dancing. It's not like I fell in love.

He's a killer. Someone that the MI6 has been trying to get a hold of for years and years.

"Just be careful," he sighs. "I will, don't get too stressed out," I chuckle, giving him a slight smile. His blonde hair will start turning grey.

"Was he hot in real life though?" Aaliyah asks. "Because in those photos.. may Lord have mercy, he is-"

Hot? Sexy? Fine? Beautiful? Perfect brown curls and piercing green eyes that could turn you to stone but you'd still never want to stop staring?

Before she could continue, James cut her off. "A killer? You can't be serious."

"He has a point," I shrug. I guess...

"Okay but tell me more about the mission? I wanna know how long my best friend is going to be gone for," Aaliyah grumbles.

"The mission is supposed to last eight months. Because in exactly eight months, they're going to hold their annual auction event. There, Mr. Arthur and our team will interfere and you know the rest."

Eight months with the Italian mafia leader and I have to make sure I'm on my A-Game so I don't get caught.

Okay, why are the chocolate covered marshmallows staring at me? Ugh. I pick up the fork and take one out. Fatty.

"Eight months?" James asks, the shock evident in his tone. "One long ass mision."

"Yeah, you gonna miss me?" I smirk and he rolls his eyes. "You and your annoying yaps? No," he scoffs.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I tease and Aaliyah decides to join in. "Which is Azaría."

"Can we go back to talking about the mission?" he asks. "Please." Blondie is blushing.

"Right, anyway there isn't much to tell," I admit. "Tell us about him then," she suggests.

"Parents dead, no siblings, right hand man called Pietro Gallo." His mother died while giving birth and his dad died on a mission. Well, at least that's what the file says. It could be wrong.

"He owns a business, I'm pretty sure you guys know it. It's Allure." They're known for their jewellery. It's not basic rings and necklaces, no they're insanely perfect. And I seriously mean that. Other than jewellery, they also sell fancy handbags and elegant high heels.

Her eyes widen at my words. "That's him? No fucking way." Same reaction, girl.

I've always wanted to get my dream engagement ring is one of theirs too. But that was before I knew a mafia leader and killer owned it. Now I'm good.

"The assassin I'm pretending to be has worked with him," I add. "She's done around over a hundred kills."

"Mental," James mutters under his breath. He's right. Absolutely mental.

"Wait but that's why the deal is so good," Aaliyah realises, making an O shape with her mouth. "Since she's done many jobs for him it makes sense for her to work with him."

"Exactly." It's perfect. The MI6 has been working on this for ages it has to be perfect.

"Damn, so there's a lot of pressure on you," James says and I shoot him a glare. Aaliyah and I both pick up a pillow and throw at him.

"Headshot," I snort. That's what he gets. "Now shut up. Your blonde ass ain't helping."

He huffs, crossing his arms, "Can we stop hating on my beautiful, natural blonde hair? You guys are jealous."

I laugh at his comment but my quickly stops when I feel buzzing in my pocket. It's the burner phone Niccolo gave me. I have it on me just incase and...

"Guys," I say, catching their attention as I pull the phone out. "Bitch are we living in the 19 hundreds?" Aaliyah snorts. Not the time.

I roll my eyes at her as I flip open the phone and read the message out loud. "Mission tomorrow. Meet at these coordinates at 15:00."

Aaliyah quickly pulls out her laptop like the nerd she is and searches up the coordinates. "He's trying to kill you in the woods," she utters. Wait- what?

My brows furrow at what she says. These are not good friends. What the fuck? They're getting me so stressed and nervous. Why are they not hyping me up instead.

James snatches the laptop from her lap and takes a look for himself. "Might have to agree with Aaliyah on this one." Thank you, James!

I stand up and walk around the couch to get behind where they are. When my eyes fall into the laptop and I see that the coordinates are really in the middle of fuck knows. "Oh."

"Whatever, you idiots. I have to tell boss about this." Rolling my eyes at them, I start dialling Mr. Arthur's number.

Aaliyah put this thing in my phone so no one can trace where I made a call and my call log. Everyone in MI6 has this.

If the wrong person hacks into one of our phones, too bad too sad for them because they will find nada.

"It's almost midnight, Silva," Mr. Arthur scoffs. "I woke up grumpy pants," I mouth at them and they cover their mouths to block the laughter.

"Sorry sir but I have important information," I tell him. "Niccolo wants me to go on a mission tomorrow. He sent me the coordinates and to meet him at three o'clock."

"This is good," he mumbles back and I can imagine him nodding his head while playing with his beard like Dumbledore.

"Good job, Azaria," he replies, bringing a smile to my face. "I want you to know, on these missions you have to do everything to not blow your cover. If this means collateral damage, so be it."

Wait- huh? I furrow my brows in confusion. "What do you mean, sir?"

"Azaria," he sighs, this time the seriousness is evident in his tone, "when leading a mission like this, you must have to kill a police officer or one of your own at some point. Maybe even a civilian."

He's right. I know this. But hearing him say it is different. There will be a mission where I will have to shoot an innocent officer to keep my cover. I know there will be but I don't want to think about this now.

"Got it, sir," I finally respond, snapping out of my thoughts. "Again, sorry for bothering you."

"Get some sleep for tomorrow," with that, he hangs up.

"You interrupted his sexy time," James taunts. "Ew, why did you put the image in my head," I fake gag. But I actually might throw up after hearing that.

"Alright, it's bed time for little Azaria," Aaliyah teases in a baby voice as if I'm some child.

Her and James stand up, taking their stuff with them. "Goodnight, babes," she gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Night, Azaria. Be careful tomorrow, yeah?" James says, the worry is obvious on his tone and facial expression. I nod my head in response and close the door after they leave.

Fuck. I have my first mission tomorrow.



guys yk when you're rlly tired and js wanna gts but you can't bc ur mind wont stop thinking and thinking... yeah that's me rn

anywaysss sorry for the really short chapter the next one is better promise !

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