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As I walk side by side with Silvio, our hands interwined by his demand, I take my time to stare at the magnificent interior of the casino. It serves as a distraction from him, too.

High ceilings, enormous chandeliers, expensive furniture and an exclusive bar—it looks just like out of a movie. And don't get me started on the people inside who I'm sure are wearing thousands of dollars on them. I also spot a few famous people and among them I think I just saw Drake.

"Stay close, gattino, and remember what I told you." Silvio whispers in my ear, his hot breath making goosebumps run down my neck, as he leads me through the crowd with his hand just above my ass. So much for the distraction...

Silvio takes us through another hallway on the right, just after the bar. Only now do I start noticing poker tabkes, blackjack areas and few Russian roulette wheels. He moves past the wheels and the blackjack and goes straight for the group of people sitting on a poker table that is a little secluded from the other ones.

"Good evening, gentleman. May I join you?" Silvio's deep voice makes all the men on the table to raise their heads and look at him. He sounds so polite that if he asks me something in that voice I don't think I'd be able to say no.

"Silvio, my boy, long time no see. Come. Take a seat." One of the men perks up and grins at him, the big brown cigar poking from the side of his mouth. He looks to be around fifty, his hair grayed out and a few wrinkles here and there, but he still seems healthily built for his age.

Silvio glances at the only remaining seat on the poker table and sits, taking my hand and pulling me to end up in his lap. I may have let out a tiny squeal of surprise because all the men have their eyes on me now.

"Who's the lovely girl?" The same man asks Silvio and puffs a big smoke from the cigarette.

"Her name's Sandy. A friend of mine." Silvio answers him courtly and gives me a quick warning look before concentrating on the gentlemen in front of us. Is my name Sandy now? Really?

The poker game starts from the beginning as Silvio has now joined, too. Cards are shuffled and given to the players when Lorenzo comes out of nowhere and brings Silvio a bunch of poker chips—the same ones as the chip from the safe. Then, the game begins.

I try to follow what everyone is doing while sitting awkwardly on Silvio's lap like a little girl. All the men around seem concentrated, but in a state if relaxation, too. They bicker playfully, joke and talk about some random topics, but Silvio stays silent. That is, until one of them mentions a break in on the upper floor of this casino, in one of the office rooms.

"And they never found who broke in or what was stolen?" Silvio asks after a few seconds of thinking and the same man with the cigar shakes his head.

"They said some masked girl, but they couldn't find what was stolen. She either didn't find what she was searching for or did it only to prove she could break in. Either way, the security is upped so much after her. They can't have another situation like that."

"And the casino is still owned by that CIA director?" Silvio thinks for a while as he calls the other player and raises him, then asks. He steals a quick glance my way when I squirm uncomfortably. It was definitely Jade. But what was she looking for?

"Yes, but let that be just between us." the man now speaks quieter. "He has his nephew as the face of the casino for the public eye since he can't be known for running it. There are some shady things going on here that would ruin his reputation and maybe even put him in jail."

All the mean hum in agreement around the table and Silvio muses, seemingly coming to a realization. His fingers start tapping my tight rhythmically, his mind going off somewhere to think.

I huff silently in frustration and move my legs in a different way to stop him from tapping my leg and in doing so I reveal most of my naked thigh. Only when he stops do I continue thinking about Jade.

Why is she doing all this? Why do I have to be the one to follow her hints or whatnot and lead Silvio straight to her. It's hard to even lead him astray when he's breathing down my neck every damn second.

I should just get up and look around in the upper offices myself. I don't need him. Especially not when I want to give him false leads.

I finally decided to try and get up, but Silvio is quick to put his free-of-cards hand on my bare thigh and stop me. I flinch at the skin-to-skin contact, noting how his hand feels like live fire against my thigh, burning, and torching, sending shivers all over my body.

"Stop moving," He then whispers in my ear huskily without taking his chocolate brown eyes off his cards.

I shift again, though, but to adjust the pulsation between my legs. I feel Silvio's hand on my thigh again and this time it's not just a push and retreat. Oh, no. He traces his palm up and up and up until he reaches just a few inches away from my heated sex.

His thumb reaches out and brushes over it gently at first, giving me a warning sign, and then retreats, leaving me with a quickened heart and now an even more excited core.

"I told you not to move," he tells me.

The men around the table either seem oblivious to this or they simply don't care. His thumb brushes over my panties again, but this time firmer, and earns an unsteady breath that would've been a soft moan if we weren't among older men.

"Why are you so wet, gattino?" he moves his lips to my ear and daringly whispers, but quieter than before so the others don't hear. I only gulp.

While doing this to me, Silvio only holds a devious smirk on his lips as he continues playing and chatting with the men around the table. I try to stay as still as possible and ignore his hand that's still under my dress. God, how can I get him off of me? Has he lost his mind?

If only these men weren't here, I would've punched him in his throat.

While thinking of ways I can escape from Silvio's grasp, something stirs beneath me.

I furrow my eyebrows and whisper in Silvio's ear, "Did you seriously bring your gun?"

"Of course. But I don't think that's my gun, darling." His answer comes with a dark chuckle and to prove his answer is honest he presses me down to feel him even better. I'm happy the casino has dimmed light and that he doesn't turn around because I'm sure I'm as red as a tomato now when the realization hits.

To escape the uncomfortable and sexually tense air that's now between us, I try to stand up again but as suspected, Silvio stops me from succeeding in that.

"Let me get up. I have to go to the bathroom." I turn around and whisper in Silvio's ear making him furrow his eyebrows to think about what to answer me.

"Fine. Go, but with Lorenzo." He says, and waves at his right hand man. Lorenzo comes and Silvio takes away his hand on my thigh, surprisingly leaving me feeling cold at the loss of his touch. I get up nonetheless and, with Lorenzo by my side, walk straight to the bathroom on the far left of the dimmed room. He waits just outside the door while I go inside the women's toilet.

Shit! Why did he had to make Lorenzo follow me?

With the plan on how to get rid of Lorenzo and get to the upper rooms, I close the door behind me. There are two other girls inside, one of which is a gorgeous strawberry blonde and the other a sexy version of Edna, although much more taller. The girls are giggling at something they had said prior to me walking and are fixing their lipsticks. One of them turns to me and smiles, but her smile soon turns to a frown.

"Babe, what's wrong?" she says to me and takes me by surprise with her politeness and kindness. I try to smile back. I must've looked flushed and out of breath.

But what's wrong indeed? Should I tell her I'm kidnapped? How do I get rid of Lorenzo, too? And then, the perfect idea pops in my head.

"My crazy ex is outside this door. He won't let me leave and it's been like that for a whole week." as I tell them both, their eyes go wide.

"For a whole week?" the one with the short, pin black hair repeats in shock and I nod. "Oh, honey, that's called kidnapping. Are you okay?"

I nod again. "I'm okay,"

"What can we do to help?"

I think it through quickly. "Can you get his attention so I can slip away?"

"Oh, of course," the blonde says and opens the door slightly to peep. When she closes it again, she turns to me. "Girl, he was your boyfriend? You're way to pretty for him. He can't even pull off that suit."

Snorting, I nod in agreement, but compose myself. "Thanks, girl."

The blonde then comes to me and hugs me, lifting a smile on my lips. "We'll take care of him."

"Thanks again," I manage to say just before they open the door. "Oh, and if you can, notify the police. His name is Silvio Moretti." with my last sentence, they both nod their heads and close the door behind them.

I wait for a couple of minutes and then open the door a little to see if the coast is clear and, sure enough, there's no sign of Lorenzo anywhere near. I take that as my chance to get out and head up the staircase on the right wall.

Desperately trying to find new clues, I go from room to room on the second level. There is one specific room that is locked so I try unlocking it with a bobby pin like they do in the movies, but I fail, of course. I remember the room next to it had a balcony so I climb through the balcony from the that room and into the locked one. It's a hard thing to do, especially with a long dress and heels on, but not impossible.

Once I'm in, I don't waste any time and instantly jump to the point. I rummage through the wooden desk searching for anything remotely looking like a clue but then switched to the document drawer. Inside this drawer are more than a hundred files of different people and by the number of secret operations they are all CIA spies. What's weirder is that I find Jade's name on one of those files.

Thinking it's some sort of clue, I grab and just when I'm ready to open it and read the file someone unlocks the door door and two people stumble inside, a man and a woman, while heavily making out.

In that quick moment of panic, I quickly fall under the desk with the file in my hand and keep my breathing to a minimum. I can hear them jump on the desk, I can hear the disgusting kissing and the labored breathing.

"Oh, Jamison, yes. Kiss me there. Yes, yes... Oh." The woman moans again, expressing how good she feels. When she mentions his name, I remember seeing it on almost all the files in the drawer. Is he the CIA director? Shit.

"Maria... you taste so good." Now the male groans and the sound of a belt unbuckling is loud in the air. If they start doing what I think they're going to do, I will gag right here and now.

Trying to master a quick plan, I frantically look around me. I'm under the desk so it's nothing much, but I spot two buttons on the roof of desk of which one is black and the other one red. I'm almost positive they are alarm buttons.

Pressing the black button first nothing happens, but when I press the red one not three seconds after, a loud blaring noise goes off.

First, I hear the woman scream and Jamison cursing, then the shuffling of their clothes and they are through the door as quick as they walked in previously. Thankfully I don't hear them lock the door.

With the file still in my hand, I crawl from under the desk—and carefully not to touch it, if I might add—and stand up. I open the file quickly and what I see startles me.

Full name: Jade Catherine Maxwell

Date of birth: 18.08.1998

Born in: Washington DC, US.

Lives in: Washington DC, US

Parents: Andrew Maxwell (alive) and Sarah Maxwell (alive)

Siblings: Liam Maxwell (deceased), Willa Maxwell (alive), Christopher Maxwell (alive)

Romantic partners: Isaac Devon (deceased)

Occupation: CIA Agent, former assassin, paid killer, student, part time barista

Last known mission: To terminate Vince DeAllen

I read over the siblings part again and hold my eyes a little more on my brother's name. So they've officially classified him as dead. Dad wouldn't like this one bit. Liam has been missing for three years now, but dad never accepted that he might be dead. He never let us mourn him because he believed Liam would come back one day so we never got closure. Three years missing from a mission gone wrong in Iran is a lot of time, but dad never stopped searching for him or using his ties to find out what happened to him.

I hurriedly turn the next page as I feel tears well up in my eyes, but before I can continue reading I hear Silvio's voice down the hallway, screaming orders to his men. Quickly, I rip the pages mentioning Jade or Liam, fold it a few times before securely putting it in my bra.

Good. Silvio can't find it in there.

Silvio appears at the door right after I do that, furious and rigid.

"Where the fuck were you?" He strides toward me and somehow manages to out yell the loud blaring noise. "I thought I was fucking clear about the rules. "

Before I can answer him, he catches my wrist and starts dragging me with him down the hallway while Lorenzo follows us behind.

With every step we take, his grip on my arm tightens and it starts to hurt.

"My arm, Silvio. It hurts. Let go." I say to him and try to wriggle out of his hold but he doesn't budge.

"Walk. Faster." He only grits his teeth at me and manages to pick up his steps. I think he doesn't know how hard it is to walk in these heels.

"I fucking can't!" I snap for the first time at him and take him by surprise. He makes an abrupt stop and turns to look at me. Silvio's brown eyes stare right at me as his jaw makes a hard twitch. Before I can say Beyoncé he swipes me up and throws me over his shoulder. I try protesting but he ignores me and walks down the hallway as if i weigh nothing.

"What's the hurry, Silvio? What's happening?" I manage to ask him loud enough for him to hear me. I think I know what's happening, but why would he panic over a simple fire alarm?

"Someone had pressed the silent alarm. Police are three minutes away with the SWAT team." He answers me with an angry voice.

Oops. I guess the black button was for that.

Soon, we find ourselves at one of the back doors where Silvio's car has been parked and another one for his lackeys. Silvio picks me up and puts me on the ground.

"Get in the car." He orders me again, but before I can do that three men dressed in black SWAT uniforms and equipped with real riffles yell at us, making Silvio halt dead in his tracks. I take a very quick glance at them and my heart skips a beat when I see the face of one of them. The man stays frozen for a moment because he recognizes me, too. He knows who I am and he knows my dad.

"Willa?" He manages to croak out, squinting, as if he doesn't believe his own eyes. I sent him a pleading look, a sign to help me, but Silvio tugs me back.

Before I know it, all hell breaks loose.