Mafia's Agent Lover

Three.

In my head, all I could see was a code RED that screamed danger blinking rapidly.

I stood facing my target who happened to have caught me in his room with my knife still clutched firmly in my now sweaty palms that were still able to grip the knife well all thanks to the thick gloves I had slipped on earlier.

One of us has to die, and that certainly ain't gonna be me.

In one quick motion, I glided over to where he sat gloriously and aimed to send my knife through his chest but that has to have been the wrongest move I've ever had the displeasure of making probably my entire life because he sent me flying the very next moment before I could even get to so much as scratch him.

He appeared delicate and I really underestimated him which was very stupid of me because a weakling can't possibly lead a Mafia group and besides, looks could be deceptive they say, I totally understand that now.

My back hit the edge of the bed sharply and I tried hard not to flinch from the pain as I clenched together my teeth and silently watched my knife spin further away from me on the ground from the impact of my fall.

I wasted no time, I sprang up to my feet and pulled out my revolver which I only settled for as a last option as I liked carrying out all of my missions as clean and silently as possible.

That most definitely should be recorded as my second wrong move in the space of two or less minutes as he sprang up immediately to his full height and reached for me with the speed of light.

I released a loud cry of pain when he had my wrist twisted in such a way that my gun was pointing away from him and rather at an empty space on the wall.

We struggled really intensely for the possession of the gun and his masculine strength really favoured him as I couldn't get to fully possess what I longed for at the moment.

As stubborn and hard heartened as I've always been, also suddenly driven by my ego not to let him have his way, I didn't let go either and only then did I get to lift my eyes up to him to take a look at the somewhat annoying man.

His dark eyes glared at me and for a moment I thought he squinted those eyes at me before his facial expression was replaced by a smirk after he hit my hand with great force and I lost my grip of the gun and it dropped down to the floor instantly.

I tried to reach down for the gun without even giving it so much as a single thought but he held my two hands together across my chest and stretched out his leg a little to kick away the gun with the tip of his toes far away from us.

I watched as it glided away to beneath a table I was only just noticing across from where we both stood in the room.

Oh Boy,

There goes my other chance.

I'm soo toast.

We now both faced each other with my hands still held firmly together over my chest by both his hands as he glared down at me due to the way he towered high above me with not just a few inches.

The position we were in favoured me tremendously as it left me at just the exact angle I needed to swing my right leg up and hit him right in the groin.

His reaction only confirmed one thing, I didn't hit him as hard as I thought I did or perhaps he was made of steel because he wasn't writhing in pain as I had expected, he only looked furious.

No, extremely furious.

My move most definitely got him pissed.

Before I could pay much attention to his continuous clenching of his teeth, he drove me hard into the chair he once occupied and forced me down to sit against my wish as he cussed loudly in two different languages.

"Hey! Let me go!" I said through my teeth and tried to wriggle my way off the chair but the weight he put on me just wasn't allowing that.

"With just a snap of my fingers, you'll be surrounded by eighty five of my men and you're all by yourself, It'll be in your best interest to shut the hell up and stay put!" He warned in his deep thunderous voice I was hearing for the third time now.

Before I could come up with a reply for him, he snatched off my mask suddenly and I felt too exposed especially with the manner he glared weirdly at me.

All I wanted at the moment was to get the hell out of his room and as far away as I could.

My eyes went to the window still widely open and I longed to reach for it as it was my only escape route.

I shifted my eyes back to his and he held my gaze for a while then he let his guard down while studying me and I wasted no time in noticing that.

I pushed hard and freed myself from the chair then rushed towards the window but I landed hard face down on the ground and i then noticed he had caught me by my leg with his hand I still felt holding firmly to my ankle.

I engaged him in another struggle but he had the upper hand because I couldn't manage to get off the floor and he had both my hands chained together behind my back in no time.

At this point, there was really nothing I could do.

My hands were tied like literally, kicking my legs would do me more harm than good right now and screaming can't even possibly be an option as I'm in the enemy's territory.

Damn it!

I resorted to remain still even though my mind was doing the exact opposite.

I found myself back on the chair in no time with my both hands still chained behind my back.

Even with how flexible I am, this position is absolutely the worst.

He had my legs chained also to the two front legs of the chair and I made no attempt to struggle because let's face facts, there's really nothing I could come up with at this point.

He next had my midsection tied with strong ropes to the chair. This most certainly can't be his first time of having someone tied up because he's so good at it and that very much explains the so many ropes and chains he just keeps pulling out from God knows where.

Did I just fail? Not only is my ego bruised, I'm so annoyed.

He next lifted the chair with me on it and placed it down on the very center of the outrageously spacious room with so much ease that he made me feel like I weighed nothing more than a feather and that annoyed me further.

He scanned me for a split second and wore a satisfied expression then turned out the lights and I watched his now dark figure walked over to his bed and he crashed down on it.

Wait.... What?

"Hey! You can't just leave me here! Untie me right now!" I demanded although it was extremely obvious he wasn't about to do that.

"You're in my house, I call the shots here" came his reply after he sat up on the bed.

"Next time, before you act all sneaky and come into my house trying to kill me with a stupid knife, you think real hard about it" he added and crashed back down on his bed.

Was he actually just gonna lay there and fall asleep like I'm no threat to him? How humiliating.

"I'm so gonna kill you, you just wait." I bit back and he lifted only his head this time around and released a chuckle.

"I'll love to see you try" came his reply.

"If you're gonna kill me, you should do that now else you'll be making a very big mistake" I warned.

He sighed and got out of the bed then walked past me after turning back on the lights.

My positioning couldn't allow me access to view behind me so I only but wondered what he could be up to back there.

He returned soon afterwards and slapped my mouth shut with a tape.

"Shut up" he hissed and returned back to bed and the only ideas coming to my head where on how to kill him.

My mission was on the general's order but right now, he's made it personal.

I was so pissed that I began seething through my sealed mouth and I could only hear my own mumblings.

"You just wait till I sneak up on you when you're fast asleep and cut your entire body to pieces" I said to myself as I glared wickedly at him.

Who am I kidding anyways? there's no way I could possibly get out of this stupid chair.

Think Jane, Think!

I hated being clueless, it made me really uneasy.

I needed to know what plans he has for me so I could come up with my counter plan.

My mind travelled down back to the Academy. The general, what do I say to him if at all I make it out here alive.

This is entirely my fault, I may have blown off this mission, I should have handled things better.

I relaxed back into the chair after hitting my own head on it several times.

I glared at the cause of my predicament lying peacefully on his bed without moving a single each from the exact same position ever since he climbed in.

I turned to look out the window and just gazed at the bright moon illuminating the entire area while the soft whispers of the men downstairs I heard earlier was beginning to die down.

It's a really calm and peaceful night, if things have turned out as expected, I should have been back to base now probably doing my laundry after being congratulated by the general for a job well done but here I am instead, tied to a metal chair very much uncertain of what lies ahead of me.