Dangerous Love

PROLOGUE Part 2

I closed the door behind me and unbuckled my belt then tied it to the door's handle and to the metal framework of the wall next to it securing it before I leave. I tested it and when I was satisfied for the result, I went on my mission right after.

I stealthily searched my target checking every room at the same floor. I managed to retrieve my tiny weapons. (which is a set of durable leather whip for a surprise attack, leather gauntlets in case I have to confront a mêlée combat but also to prevent spreading my fingerprints and my four finger knuckles to knock them out) Anyway, I can improvise if things get out of my hand.

I peeked, sneaked in and sneaked out without being noticed. I was so good of being invisible and walk like a cat. Perhaps, that was what we were trained for.

At last, as I landed in the second to the last room of the floor, I prepared myself for anything that will happen inside when I came in. I uttered a quick prayer before I launched myself in. I walked confidently towards the hall and spotted two men guarding the door. They stopped me from passing through and asked me those inane question like. 'Where are you going? Who called you? and the stupid one, who are you?'

I smiled and flashed my cuff (Which I stole from the girl that I drugged beforehand and left in the women room's cubicle probably still sleeping) saying I'm one of the ladies who will give the bastard comfort.

"Why you're late? They are already starting." The man on the right side asked. They gave way and let me through.

"I have other costumer. I'm so in demand in this club." I smarted as the other man with freaky tattoo in his left arm still unconvinced. He was looking at me with disdain.

"Go help yourself, bitch." The tattooed man said derisively.

I trained my anger for this. You will have your time bastard. I'll kick your ass later.

I entered the room and they shut it behind me. I heard the click of the doorknob which means they locked it up.

Perfect! I can do whatever I want without thinking of them barging in.

I secured the door first by putting something hard on the door handle, strong enough to hold the door in case they hear him screaming for help then quickly mobilized my feet locating where the sound of moans and cry of pleasure taking place.

I poked my head first to calculate my possible tactics and count also the people in the bath house. He and two floozies were doing a very disturbing threesome s*x.

I managed not to puke. What a horrible sight. Ugh! It was exactly like you'll usually seen in a porno hub website. Not that I watch those perverted, overrated s*x scene but I just know. Okay, I watched few. Somehow it never interests me nor planning to do it with someone. I'm too good to be compel with man's desire. Screw feminism and romanticism. I'm not a kind of girl who even like those stuff.

I counted to ten to ease my mind and to think very clearly. I have to be careful. This is the only chance I got to extract information from him.

I launched myself head first to the disaster waiting for my doom. I didn't want to sound hopeful but I can get through this. I always did.

As I was getting near, I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. My stomach was churning turmoil inside. I should not drink more than 4 glasses of cocktail drinks. Apparently it's making a trouble. I managed to hold the acid spasm in my stomach and concentrated on my walk.

The naked man with bulgy stomach and saggy arms saw my approach but continued to f**k behind the girl in blonde hair. She was gripping on the stone structure of the tub screaming "Ah! Oh My God! Faster! Faster!"

The other girl in auburn hair was wearing a strap-on dildo goes behind the naked man and gave an anal.

They looked a ridiculous human sandwich or whatever you might call it. A man of worldly things. He must have done more like that since he's one of the member of most notorious Italian mob. The Cachella family. The mafia gang that made me who I am. The gang who probably killed my mom.

"When you're done. Can we have a talk? I just need to know something about Santino."

"Who are you and what do you want?" The man leered at me. I'm pretty sure that by hearing the name I've mentioned, he will stop his bullshit and face me.

"I have no business with kids. Especially you, little pussy." He looked at me very maliciously.

"Then shall we have this conversation now? I can guarantee you, it will worth your while." I leaned to the column showing my cleavage to his vantage view.

I'm quite sure in his state of mine, he would never think twice.

He smiled devilishly and patted the butt cheek of the blondie and took off the dildo stick poking on his anus.

He ordered them to go and clean up their shits and leave us. The two tall ladies gave me a dark look and walked confidently naked in front of me. As they got away, I was surprised that the naked man was already in front of me and grabbed my arm. "Who are you little p***y? Who are you working for?" And effortlessly wrung it awfully painful. I flinched and screamed out in pain but I managed to counter him giving a hard butt of my shin in his bulgy stomach.

He cried in pain almost stumbling down. After I was freed from his hold, I went to him and gave him a nice elbow blow in his skull. He fell down then.

Next thing was I held the leather lasso and put it on his neck strangling him while my weight was on his back. "Tell me who killed Lisa Anderson?"

"I don't know what are---ugh!" He gasped, struggling to breath. He tried to free his neck from my deadly grip.

"Tell me! Who killed Lisa Anderson?!" Gripping the leather so tightly that my hands were turning white.

I couldn't help it. When it comes to my mom, I cannot control my anger.

"Tell me you motherfucker!" I was totally lost. I have to restrain it or else, I might actually killed him.

He must got some strength left and attempted to stand while I was on his back riding him. Rising and literally lifting me, I panicked and accidentally slipped one hand on the whip which he took advantage and used that opportunity to get out of my hold. He coughed almost roughly and catching his breath.

He rose up which I crouched down quickly and grab something hard I can use to hit him in his vulnerable part. I found a belt. His belt probably and tied it in my fist then I rolled over and punched him below. I hit him between his legs that made him fall down and nursed the excruciating pain in his member.

He looked more paler when I slipped on my knuckle four finger and went through him. I grabbed his hair lifting his face to make an eye contact with me.

He gave me an elbow strike straight to my chest which I stepped back to find some air. He launched a straight job but I was agile and dodged it then gave him a straight hook, a follow up right hook and a finishing job then kicked his jaw sending him flat to his feet. Who would have thought I can used my Muay Thai expertise this early.

He took all the beating and slumped pathetically on the floor. I checked him. He was not yet conscious. I fetched a pitcher with water and splashed it into his head. When I was not satisfied, I kicked his stomach urging him to wake up.

"Hey! You bastard! You don't have the right to sleep on me. Tell me Fabro, who killed Lisa Anderson?" I yelled angrily.

I grabbed his dark hair to face me. "Who cause the accident two years ago?"

I slapped him with my free hand.

He regained his consciousness and glared at me. I dabbed the glass pitcher in his head and broke into pieces in the floor. He became light headed once again.

"Tell me you God dammit!" I urged

He suddenly gave off a pathetic laugh. "I see, you're his daughter." He sneered at me viciously. "You have a lot of common when it comes to temper. That son of b***h Augusto."

"My dad has nothing to do with it."

I tried to equip more patience. But in this kind of moment, it was quite hard knowing that I might actually with someone who possibly killed my mom and my brother.

"You're dad is the reason why they died. You're dad killed them!" Then laughed in guttural sound. He still managed to hold on his dignity even I already beaten him black and blue.

"Stronzo!" I spat in Italian and punched him again with my iron knuckle.

"You can't get anything from me you psycho b***h. You should have done more. You can't break me with this crappy display of brute." He was getting up.

I prevented him and kicked him again. He laid on his back giving me his disgusting front. An idea struck on me and collected the army knife on his pants. The one that fell down the floor when I slipped out the belt on the pants lying dormant on the floor.

"Who says I can't break you, Fabro?" I flashed him his knife.

He was horribly frightened. He hurriedly try to get on his feet but I stomped on his chest and pointed it his neck. "I can slit you face, your neck or.." I ran the tip of the knife going down to his p***s.

"Cut you permanently." I stopped on the ring of his balls.

He was white stricken. His body became rigid. "Please, don't do it. Don't take me any further.." He begged with tears welling up in his brown eyes.

"Speak, anything you know about Cachella. Anything I can use to find the true culprit of that accident. I have to warn you, I'm not blessed with patience." I toyed the knife on his p***s.

He was taken by that threat that he literally peed in fears of castrating him.

He gulped in instant and dictated. "They are planning a big heist on a well-known company in New York City. It's a very huge plan to rob a huge billion dollars assets and other profits. Our boss will going to be there to take a bid on a huge project that going to launch at the fortnight of September. After the anniversary of September 11 bombing incident in World Trade Center."

"What's the plan entailed?" I asked devoid with emotion. "What's your boss up to this time?" I put the knife away from his genitalia and pointed it back to his neck.

He took a deep gulp and continued. "I don't know. I haven't seen my boss this week." And weakly cried.

"Please, just kill me now! I have no guts to face him!" He begged.

I could actually do it but I have no reason to stain my hands with his blood. I just need some information. But I guessed he couldn't give it to me that easily. "Who's your next target?"

"You son a b***h! Just kill me!" He grabbed my hand that holding the knife and stabbed into his throat.

I was surprised relatively shocked to his irrational, crazy, suicidal move. He just killed himself!

I took back the knife and let it fell on the floor. He was gasping, spluttering his own blood ruining the floor. He gave his last look on me which made me shudder. I never killed someone before!

He attempted to stand and to catch my hand but I took few steps back. He stumbled down landed once again to the white marble floor which apparently, covered with his blood as the last of his remaining breath deserted him. He died naked reaching on my strappy heels splaying more trace of blood. His face was on the floor.

I was lethargic for that moment but as I heard some commotion at the door of the room, my feet automatically mobilized and searched for any possible exit. Windows!

I ran to the next glass door that overseeing the man-made garden. I opened the door and peeked at the balcony railing. Too high to just jump out. I looked to the nearest thing sensible to help me get out of the place. Unfortunately, I've seen nothing logical. A ladder or a rope perhaps. Then my adrenaline rush activated and drove me to do another irrational thing.

I took off my strappy heels and while doing that, I heard the loud bang coming from the door. It might give away from the sound of it. I could only guess that someone wrecked the door out of its hinge or shot it with gun.

Great! Just f*****g great!

I gingerly made my way to the railing, smoothed my feet and tested the cobblestone bricked wall then slowly moved doing a spider-pathetic-wall climbing. I eased my way down by meticulously stepping from the building's narrow slope and artistic structural design. Good thing that it was Roman theme with mix of Spanish style with so many silly slopes and columns.

God! Don't look down! You might slip your sweaty hands and awfully fall! You'll look ridiculously ugly if you die with this fall!

"Damn! I should have a nice break after this.." I breathed as I continued descending in tip toe. I got a wrong foot in a weak brick and almost slipped. Good thing I was fast enough to jump onto the next window sill. "Whew! that was close! I really need to rest this job quite sometime." I sucked in a deep breath.

I continued to work my ass with doing a crazy step in and step no.

At last, when I reached to a glass window. I rapped to test its solidity and when it created the familiar sound, I knocked my iron knuckles and kicked the few remaining glasses on it's frame and jumped inside.

Unfortunately, I'm not alone.

"Ah!!! Who is she?" The naked woman asked in great shock as she was on top of the guy doing a cowgirl.

"I don't know!" The guy gave an unspeakable awe and cursed. "Damn, those legs.." And eyed my full view.

The girl slapped him full in the face. "What the--what was that for?" He angrily complained.

"Is she your another lover? How could you do this to me Finn?!" The girl jumped out of the bed and nursed her bruised ego, running while crying towards the bathroom.

I awkwardly shrugged off. Then I made my way in tip toe avoiding to cut my feet with the glasses on the carpeted floor.

The guy grabbed his boxer, slipped it on and went to me.

"Hi! You broke my window."

"Yeah and I might actually break you neck too. Can I borrow some clothes?" I sashayed looking inside the room.

"Oh, ahmmm.." he uttered and walked to his dresser. Ransacked his clothes and gave me a pair of jeans and shirt.

I went to the closet instead, opened it and raided a pair of skinny jeans, a black tee, a leather riding jacket and ankle boots. "This will do. Thanks."

I peeled off my clothing that made him gasp and motioned to get on my back but I gave him a warning look. "Did you see what I just did to your window? Don't try me, you don't know what I can do. Don't even think about it. You might hit your face on the floor." I gave a smile. A maleficent smile.

He froze and stayed at the edge of the bed looking ridiculously horny seeing my naked flesh. Well, almost half naked. I still have my undies anyway.

When I was done putting those borrowed clothes, I asked which way down. He submissively gave me the direction and so I took my leave. But before I left, I gave him a friendly advice. "You should try to be nice to her. From the looks of its, you're just a bum. You should give her enough reason to stick with you before she kick you out dude." I smiled and shut the door of the room.

It was just one good look to tell their story. The girl own the place. It was given to the things and furniture of the room and the lovely color palette of the wallpaper. Baby pink, floral print. Very girly. It was closely to obvious that she rented it and she own that bed. She also have the largest share of clothes. Well, not enough to fill her two door built-in closet. He on the other hand, have no job. It was clearly showing on his tattoo and his smelly clothes. He is a kind of guy who heated the sofa from morning 'til night playing video games sort like that or watches marathon of ridiculous tv shows of America's most watched series.

A few steps before I reach the front door of their apartment, I heard an argument. She must be asking why I left my clothes in his presence. Sorry dude. You must explain yourself because of me.

I eased my way to the staircase and made it through the front lobby of the cheap apartment. It was two blocks away from my work. Which is the El Pueblo.

I could still here the noise of the club from my location. Then I looked up to the brightly blinking signage of the club and its bulletin.

I read the column of guest artist of the night.

Catch The Cab Live at Concert Hall at exact 9:00 pm. Jam and sing along to the club anthem with their mega hit songs Lala, Angel with a Shotgun, Animal, Temporary Bliss from their album Symphony Soldier. Stand up, Moon and Number in their recent album Lock me Up and many more!

I realized now why they sounds familiar. "Alexander De Leon. Yeah that sexy bastard." I silently spoke.

He was one of the boys that Carly associated with or more precisely, date with.

Carly is just like me. A FBI protege. A trained student of covert operational department. Yeah. Sounds like a spy but no, we're not license yet. At least, not yet until we completed our 1000 hours. mission. It equivalent to almost never but I almost completed that before I left the group.

Why?

To know all the answer to my questions that still unresolved. The case of the sudden death of the two people that both dear to me. My mom and my half-brother. And I'm determined to know the truth behind their death. I know to myself that it wasn't just an accident. I have a hunch that there was a foul play. And I'm about to find that out myself.

I breathed a sigh. The smell of the crude suburbia of Vegas flared in my lungs. The sky here is quite different. The place is surrounded with so many blinking lights that blinding my eyes. I sighed ridiculously hopeless. God! I need to hit. My mouth was so dry and I'm ready to kill just for a stick of cigarette.

I walked idly in the street's pavement and put my hand in the pocket of my jacket. I almost forgot. I have a hundred and fifty bucks. It fell down actually when I unzipped my skirts (Which has a secret compartment in its inverted fabric.) I took one hundred and left fifty bucks to the couple back at the apartment. I might ruin their relationship so to make amends, I left them money. It was a cycle that I started to embrace nowadays.

I took a bill and went to a 24 hours convenient store and bought a bottle of Gatorade, a pack of cigarettes, a lighter and pack of chewing gum. After I emptied the energy drink, I put a stick in my mouth, lit it up and blew the white smoke as I was on my way to the nearest payphone booth.

I dialed the number that I memorized just this morning. I forgot to get my things in the stockroom. I might sneak in tomorrow and erased my trace out there. Well, I never been that long. I might let it go. It was not a big deal. The contact I have there is Ben, Ned and this person that I'm dialing.

A few busy ring buzzed and hummed before she picked it up.

"Hey, it's me Cooper. I just wanted to ask something, is there an ongoing mission in New York? I just got a tip from a reliable source." I begun.

I listened very carefully to her dictation and spoken words. I nodded as if I was actually talking to her in person. "So, you mean it's a very big information? How many people are involved?" I prodded.

"Okay, just let me know if you got something." I stared at the streetlights and the people in the pedestrian looking for anything suspicious. "I also wanted to tell you, Fabro is dead. He killed himself."

"Oh, that's sad." She said indifferently.

"Yeah. But I got something that might be useful. I call you if I got something. Thanks for the tip. I owe you a lot Sheryl."

"Anything Quinn."

I hung up then deserted the payphone booth and finished my first stick. Before I light another stick, I remembered to call somebody. So I swayed back to the phone booth and dialed someone's number.

"Hey, it's me Cooper. I found Alice in the land of Oz." It was a code. A very ridiculous code.

"Hey! How ya doin, Quinn? Anything up?" I heard the coarse sound of Zigg's voice. He probably just got up from a short nap.

We in the 'Team' don't sleep a lot. As in. We were just like zombie. A coffee lover and unlicensed private eye investigator. Yeah, Sounds cool but its far more than you could ever imagine. There's no fun in our line of job.

"I got a work for you. I just got something that I want you to check out for me. Tell me if you can do it."

"Of course! There's no firewall ever yet invented in this world that I can never break in. So, what government database do you want me to look for?" His stupid speech of his in-depth skills in the virtual world.

"Don't be so excited. I just want you to check out first some rich personalities involve in huge projects this recently or plan of a grand opening, charity bullshit or anything that close to it. Anything that money is concern."

"Where specifically?" I could hear him doing an instant dive to his computer.

"New York Business World. The Wall street stock exchange."

"Oh, the Big Apple! Metropolis eh." He was already typing.

I waited while tapping my fingers to the glass panel wall of the phone booth.

"I got hundreds of list. Do you want me to send you copies?"

"Yes please. But do you have anything that concerning to the date of September 11 suicide attack in WTC? It's just the clue that I've got."

"Oh, let me check first... Aha! Got one. A promising and upcoming events in four months from now. The Project Nero, a joint project of Castillo Corporation with Company Beau. A satellite dish launching and a test run program but other than that, an auction will be held at September 21st in Empire State building function area. A collaborative effort of two top billionaire heirs will be the highlights of the event. Why? Why so interested?"

"I just got a feeling that it will be hijacked. A plan of foul play. A tower heist."

"Who the heck do you think will have the guts to raid the most highly secured building? They must have a lot of high-tech equipment and a foolproof plan just to make it to the tower." Zigg reasoned.

"Cachella perhaps?"

"Oh." He went silence a few second before he spoke. "So you're planning to stop them?"

"Yes and eventually have my justice with it."

"You are treading in a dangerous turf Quinn. It's too dangerous." I sensed his worry.

"Don't worry. I'll be fine. Plus, I got you and Ned's team, right? I know you won't let me down Ziggy."

"Let me think this first." He paused. "Okay, I'm in. So what's you're next move?"

I almost laugh. He's still not changing. He's still the overzealous guy I met in the training camp two years ago.

"You need to produce fake IDs for me. Fake passport and fake identity."

"No problem. So who are you gonna be next?"

"Let me see. How about.." I dived in my thoughts. In my two years of faking my identity, I almost lost count of my fake name. "How about Hailey? Hailey Danvers. A stripper."

"Whoa! Sounds feisty. Danvers you mean Danvers?"

"Yeah. Danvers." I sighed. "Hailey Danvers."

When I mentioned that name, it always make me cry. It was my uncle's surname. "I missed Ben."

"Alright. You choose to pick your FBI agent uncle's surname? that's a sass joke Quinn."

"It's Hailey."

"Okay, Hailey. When will you visit the Base? Ivan is really dying to see you." He joked and laughed at it.

I smiled also. It reminded me the yester years. My two good years at the training camp.

"Probably sooner than later. Is the Brooklyn base is still good?"

"Yup. I'll arrange everything for you. So, I'll smell ya later Cooper. Over and out."

"Over and out."

I put the receiver to its cradle and decided to walk my way home. The two bodyguards probably found the dead body of Fabro. The Butcher. The one who loves to slit someone's throat for his entertainment. Ironic was, he also met his death in the same fashion.

I breathed a sigh. I took the stick and lit it up. Then in my random thoughts, an image of a boy suddenly popped out in my brain. His cute dimples when he smile. His smooth luscious lips, his gorgeous and menacing look. He's a charmer. A rich spoiled bastard.

"I wonder if he woke up now." I mused then looked back to the club building.

Smiling to myself, I walked away with the silly song playing over my head. The song that I heard when he kissed me.