Chapter 1

Stake outs are probably the worst part about this job, having to sit in a hot car all day with a man who's eyeing you up the whole time makes it worse. It's so hot I'm wearing just a tank top and jeans, I'm no exactly small chested either making matters worse.

"You keep staring at my tits and I'll gouge your eyes out Hutson." He rolls his eyes and keeps staring. I turn towards him and punch him right in the left eye.

"Micheals what the fuck."

"I told you to quit staring at them, you're lucky I didn't use my knife." He sits back in his chair literally acting like the biggest baby ever, over a black eye.

"Bitch."

"I heard that , Joshua."

"Good , Keira." Knowing full well we both hate using our first names ; of course us being us, we use them just to piss each other off.

  We go back to watching the bank, we got a call about a hit put out on it. We've been sitting here waiting for the action for over an hour. Nothing has changed.

  Just as I'm about to suggest we leave the armed and masked men show up in a black van. They jump out guns in hand ready to start shooting up the place. They could have been a little more stealthy about. They're obviously not smart, or experienced.

Hutson and I jump out of the car and race towards them.

I slam through the doors raising my gun at the men.

"Hey boys, taking out a loan?" The two men look towards each other before turning and firing a few shots out.

   I feel a burning sensation on my arm and curse quietly to myself. Damnit , they're idiots with a pretty good shot.

I slam to the ground and roll behind the help desk.

  I hear them fire more shots. I crawl over to the edge and shoot one of the dummies in the leg. I hit his knee and he collapses on the ground unable to get up.

I jump back behind the help desk and listen for the other dummy.

   I hear his footsteps come closer , he's almost at the help desk.

   I wait for my chance. Just as he's about to round the corner, thinking he had the jump on me I lunge at him. I grab his legs knocking him down to the ground , I climb on top of him pulling his gun away and sliding it across the floor. I grab hold of his head and slam it hard on the concrete under us. His eyes droop closed and I stand back up brushing the imaginary dust off my jeans.

Pain emanates from my arm and I see the blood trickling down and dripping on the floor.

"Well shit."

"Way to go Michaels, maybe next time you'll actually pay attention to your fucking partner. You may be the best agent when it comes to finishing the job , but you suck as a partner. I could have been killed." I roll my eyes at his dramatics.

"Yeah ,yeah..whatever Hutson."

     "No not whatever, work on it."

"Or what, you're gonna tell your daddy on me." He flips me the bird and walks away to check on the people surrounding us in the bank.

   I pull out my phone to call into the boss. He'll wanna know that the jobs been completed.

The thing about Josh Hutson is that his father is the boss. Josh thinks just because his daddy owns the agency he can tell everyone what to do. Yes he was right I should have been concerned about him and his safety because he is my partner, but he just rubs me the wrong damn way. God he's so frustrating. Why they made us partners I have no fucking clue.

The agency's clean up crew is called down to the bank to deal with the aftermath of the situation.

   Boss Hutson's secretary mistress comes down to ask any questions that the boss may have.

   I'm sure she reports back to him wearing nothing but what's underneath her tight little outfits.

   I hate woman like her, they use their body to get what they want. They don't rely on their true talents and knowledge.

I roll my eyes as she walks up to me with her chin held high. She thinks she's hot shit for banging the boss, but in reality she's an idiot considering he has a wife and a family.

"Keira Michaels, you made the shots correct."

"The shot, I knocked the other guy out. Didn't want to kill my targets. The boss wanted information from these idiots." She purses her lips and nods , writing something down in the cheap little notebook she carries around with her.

"Okay I'll report to the boss right away, you should get that checked out." She stares at my arm with a scrunched up nose and furrowed brows. I look down and see the hole in my bicep, the blood still racing down over the freshly dried trails.

"Yep , you're probably right." I walk towards her and stop by her left ear.

"Nice hickey sweetie, should have worn a turtle neck." Her hand raises up to the side of her neck and I chuckle and keep walking. She just has it hanging out like she's asking for people to figure it out.

   If Josh had seen that his mind would jump to the worst. Shit would go down.

I walk towards the ambulance that had been called after I dealt with the idiots. Just in case anyone was hurt in the cross fires. They see the blood and instantly hands are grabbing me motioning me to sit down. I wave them all away.

"Just clean it up and put a bandage on it , I'll deal with it when I get home."

"But..m'am."

"I said I'll deal with it when I get back." I bark out at them and instantly everyone stops grabbing hold of me.

  One man begins to clean my wound.

  I'm gonna have to dig that bullet out pretty damn quick.

   I finish up with the paramedics and start to get up to leave the bank.

  Standing in front of me with a stern expression is josh.

"Do you have to be so mean to the paramedics, they're only trying to help." I roll my eyes at him before getting up and walking past him, hitting his shoulder with mine.

"I don't trust them to fix it."

"Pretty sure they have more medical experience then you Michaels."

"Just shut up and get in the car Josh, I would like to get out of here before I'm old and wrinkly." He snorts and looks over at me with amusement in his eyes.

"Too late." I climb into the car ignoring his joke and slam the door shut. I grin knowing he hates when I do that to his "perfect" little car.

His dad bought him this 1967 Pontiac firebird in blue when he was sixteen.

   I'm not going to lie , I'd love a kick ass ride like this. Too bad I don't have a rich daddy who can buy me a pretty, expensive car.

Josh climbs in and glares at me.

"What?"

"You know I hate when you treat her like that."

"Her?"

"Yes her, Cynthia has feelings." He gets comfortable and shifts it into drive, I let out a loud laugh.

"Cynthia? That's a bitch name."

"What, no it's not."

"Yes it is, that's like a lady who asks for the manager name." Josh shakes his head and ends the conversation. He quits responding to me and doesn't talk the entire way back to the agency.

We walk up to a large building with mirrored glass surrounding it.

Inside the building there are rows of elevators , we walk towards elevator number 5 and press the up button.

  All the different elevators go to different levels in the tower. Level 5 is the boss' office.

The elevator shoots up to the level we need and opens up in a room. A room with couches and a recliner and in the middle a large mahogany desk. The desk is covered in pictures and papers, seated at that desk is an older man with thick grey hair. I walk towards the desk and sit down in the recliner seated at the right of it.

I get comfortable lifting my feet up so the seat reclines. Josh takes the couch and we wait for his dad to realize we're sitting here.

He raises his head and looks up at us.

"I hear you got shot."

"I did."

"Did you deal with the targets."

"I did , they'll be waiting for questioning hopefully soon. Depends on wether your secretary deals with it promptly." He glares at me as I speak about her, he knows I know and he tells me all the time that if I tell josh there will be severe consequences.

Threatening me with that always works. I know he means he'll throw me out on my ass, unlike most of the men and women he has on his pay roll, I don't have a family to go back to.

I grew up in foster care, which is probably why I dislike Josh so much. The privileged little boy who gets everything he wants in life.

House after house, the moms were only nice when the husbands weren't around.

  The husbands only touched me when the moms weren't around.

  I never got the good homes, those ones preferred the cute little girls with bright eyes and goofy smiles.

  They didn't like the scrawny little girl with matted hair and dark gloomy grey eyes.

  I was sad all the time, I got dumped there by whoever my parents were. The workers always told me , the headmistress found me on the door step of the group home when I was one years old.

   Foster care is all I've ever known. So when the boss says they'll be consequences I know they'll be severe. I haven't spoken a word to Josh and I never will.

  "I have a new case for you both. The targets name is Eric Henessey, he's pissed the wrong people off. He's been selling secret government information to the highest bidder on the black market. I need you guys to take him out."

"By take him out you mean kill him, correct?" I ask hopefully.

"Yes Michaels ; we can't take the chance he'll escape custody and continue selling information, especially if he gets word about us." I nod and clap my hands together approvingly.

"Good, the last case was so boring." The boss chuckles and josh rolls his eyes getting up off the couch.

"Well I'm leaving."

"You can both leave , that's all I needed." I get up and follow Josh out of his office and back into the elevator.

We ride down together and part ways at the bottom. I walk towards elevator number 10.

  Elevator number 10 is living quarters. You don't have to live at headquarters but, being that I don't have anywhere else to go this is my only option.

  I ride up elevator number 10 and it opens up to a hallway lined with doors. I find door number 8B and unlock it. I walk inside to my small apartment like room.

I don't have much in here, I don't really see the need. There's a couch and a tv. I don't have a kitchen table I don't need one, who would I eat with. I don't do much human interaction outside of this agency.

I walk into my bathroom and find the first aid kit. I walk towards the fridge and pull out the vodka from the freezer.

I sit down on the couch and pull out everything I need from the first aid kit. I take the clamp like scissors and peel the bandage of the wound.

I take the bottle of vodka taking a swig before pouring it into my wound. I wince as the pain bubbles inside the bullet hole.

I unloop my belt and put it between my teeth. I take the clamp like scissors and shove them inside the hole of my arm. I finally feel the bullet and I grab hold of it with the clamps and pull it out. The pain is excruciating and I bite down hard on my belt. Once the bullet is free I pour more vodka in the hole and bandage up my wound once more.

I clean everything up and put it all away. My arm still burns but it definitely feels better now that there's no bullet inside.

I cook myself a small dinner for one and eat it on my couch.

I finish it and clean up the kitchen. I walk towards my room when I hear a familiar knock at the door. I lift my wrist up and check the time, hmm he's early today.

I open the door and he walks in without an invitation.

He knows the deal.

He walks straight to the bedroom and I follow him inside.

I'm barely inside and his lips are on mine, like every night I use him to forget everything that happened.

  Like I said, no human interaction. Outside of the agency.

He picks me up wrapping my legs around his waist. He lays me down on the bed climbing between my legs. He bends down to kiss my neck and I place my hand on his chest to stop him.

"We're still in agreement, correct?"

"Yes ma'am , it's just sex."

I nod and relax into him.

"Good"