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They know. They fucking know.
Iknew she was too good to be true. She has the allure of a goddess, but is nothing more than a snake.
Josh called with the results from her fingerprints a couple days ago and my blood has been boiling ever since. I knew there was something off about her. That’s why I tried to keep Blais from forming one of his obsessions. If he falls into her trap, this won’t end well for any of us. My fist still aches from putting it through the drywall in my office when I got the news. Looking down at my red and cracked knuckles, I see the reminder of my rage. The reminder of the fake among us.
Zamira Stone.
Zamira. Fucking. Stone is a goddamn FBI agent. One that’s lurking around our club, putting her nose where it doesn’t belong. If she finds anything on us, that could be the end of it for me and the guys. Everything we’ve worked for, everything we’ve done will all be for nothing if she figures out our secret. If we go down, we may never find the man who ruined our lives, and I can’t let that happen. Theon and Blais both have an infatuation with her, one that’s a risk to our plans, and I simply can’t allow it.
Blais doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he wants to fuck her. He basically gets a boner every time we even say her name. Which scares me, because the last time he had an obsession like that—he about lost it. We had a woman down in our torture chamber for days, and when she finally cracked and gave up what he wanted, Blais refused to let her go. He said she “bled beautifully”—whatever that means. Theon and I let him have his fun for a few more days, but eventually, we had another target and had to get rid of her. To say he was mad is an understatement.
Theon is skeptical of her, but still has an underlying interest. He tries to mask it, but I see the way he looks at her—it’s the same way I wish I could. Blais also told me about Theon’s little jerk session at Trinity, further cementing my doubts about his fascination. It doesn’t surprise me. She’s gorgeous with her long blonde hair, pouty lips, and curves that would make any man start a new religion, but she’s also the enemy. One that could ruin us.
One of us has to be rational and in control. And it’s usually me.
Josh, the brilliant genius he is, was able to hack into documents on her that should’ve been sealed and encrypted, giving away her employment with the FBI. I’ll never know why he works as a low-level tech at the police station when he could be out there making so much more with the talents he has. He probably wants to stay closer to his grandma since her health’s been declining over the last several years. It works for us, but damn, he’s really selling himself short.
I was surprised when Josh told us that wasn’t all that he found on the blonde temptress. Looks like she isn’t as squeaky clean as she’d like to appear. He was able to dig up a partially redacted record from an incident that happened about four years ago.
From the parts we were able to see, it said she had a deadly incident with her husband, Tommy Brennan. The report said he was found lying face up in a pool of blood after he had been stabbed seven times in the chest and abdomen.
No one stabs a person that many times if it’s not personal.
Zamira was never convicted of the crime and it didn’t go on her record. Hell, we shouldn’t have even been able to see this report, but it looks like it slipped through the cracks.
The FBI is not nearly as good as they think they are.
Everything else seems to be heavily sealed where he couldn’t get in without tipping someone off, so that’s all he could get. He also tried to look it up online, but there were no traces there either.
Looks like the temptress has some sins to pay for. I wonder exactly how she got off without there being a trace of evidence of her wrongdoings. There’s not even a news article about his death. No way she would’ve gotten into the FBI with that stain on her record.
How did you do it, Agent Stone?
She’s lucky I wanted to play with her a little first and didn’t go straight for the kill.Well, not that lucky, considering we’ll be torturing her.
Watching her at Shotgun Dan’s, she looked like any other person. She came in, dressed in leggings and a graphic tee, her hair a mess, and she looked tired. I hated that my dick didn’t get the memo that she’s the enemy. I took one look at her relaxed appearance and blood rushed straight to my cock. This woman is stunning without even having to try.
If we didn’t already know who she was, I never would’ve thought she was anyone out of the ordinary, certainly not an FBI agent. It didn’t even look like she was carrying a gun on her.
We’ve been watching her from a distance, remaining unseen, but she hasn’t given us anything of value. She comes and goes from her apartment, occasionally getting food, but nothing else. Part of me started to wonder if Josh got it wrong about her fake identity. But after demanding to see the documents he found, ones that weren’t fabricated, it was clear that she’s definitely FBI.
“Fuck, man, I still can’t believe she’s FBI.” Blais is pacing the chamber, running his hands through his pale pink hair. His body is tense, not liking the situation we’re in. I know he had his sights on her, but this ruins his plans to fuck her. Now, he’ll just have to do what he does best—bloody torture.
“We should’ve seen it from the moment she walked in. All the subtle clues she gave away were obvious when I think about it.” My arms are crossed over my chest as I lean against the wall, waiting for her to wake up. Theon said he thought she looked like a fighter, with the way she stood and observed everything around her. I guess we didn’t expect her to be a damn agent. It makes so much fucking sense now, though. She was searching for information on Novak, kept her walls up around us, and seemed skeptical about everything.
I can’t blame the guys for not realizing it either. The FBI knew what they were doing, sending her undercover. She’s an easy distraction, one that seems so innocent to the normal eye. When she walks into a room, she commands it without even trying. All the eyes in the world could be on her, watching her every move, and she wouldn’t falter. She draws people in, making them beg for an ounce of her attention. She’s strong and confident, but so unsuspecting.
She’s the perfect person to send in for a discreet mission.
“What’s the plan when she wakes up?” Theon asks, circling around her to make sure she’s secured to the metal table. Her head hangs low, her chin resting against her chest as her arms are spread out wide, strapped in by the leather cuffs, putting her in a T-formation. We’re able to lean the table up so she's at a ninety-degree angle, giving us the best opportunity to inflict plenty of damage while she looks at us.
“We start like we always do. Give her our charming selves, ask questions, and if she doesn’t answer, we resort to other options.” I shrug my shoulders and walk toward her.
“I don’t think she’s going to break easily,” Theon says,staring at her.
“Nothing about dealing with her is going to be easy. That’s what makes her fun.” Blais stops pacing long enough to look at her intensely. “She hasn’t made anything easy on us since the moment she walked in the club, so there’s no way she’ll start now.” His lips tug into a small smile conjuring up all the things he wants to do to her.
Directing my attention back to her, I take a long look. The ugly fluorescent lights do nothing to diminish how radiant she is. Her delicate, pale skin shines against the tight red dress she’s wearing. Strands of her light blonde hair surround her face, falling over her high cheekbones and perfect button nose. I only wish her blazing blue eyes were looking at me with fire behind them.
