"??? ?????? ????? ???? ?????, it's cute," I compliment draping my arms around his neck.
"You think so?" He asks.
"Yes, yes I do."
"Only for you then tesoro," he pecks my jaw.
When he says that I feel my heart do a million f...
"She won't leave my hair alone," Zamira whines with a pout on her face.
"Justina leave her hair alone, Zamira stop whining you sound like a dying fish. Problem solved," Matteo looks at them.
"Fuck you too," Zamira sarcastically smiles pulling out her middle finger at him.
He returns the action then returns his focus back to whatever he's watching while I take a deep breath and continue to go through some files that were meant to be given to the Colombians yesterday.
1 hour & 4 mins later
"Finally," Matteo says stepping out of the SUV
Several of men hop out of their assigned vehicles and round up towards mine getting ready to be retold of the plan.
"Alright silenzio," I command, as their chatter falters. [Silence (I'm sure we can all tell though 😀)]
"10 groups, Avremo dieci gruppi e quelli saranno divisi a metà. Half of them inside the rest of the half outside as back up or our snipers and eyes." I start. [We'll have ten groups and those will be split in half]
"This mission should only take 1 hour at the max. We'll go in and out getting the men who are still alive as well as the shipment that was stolen from me. I'm sure you've all seen the files of who they are, their names and what they look like." I raise my eyes making a contact with a few of them.
"If everything doesn't go according to plan we'll move on to plan B which will be focusing on the men and getting out only,"
"Ok ora gruppi" I sigh [Ok now groups]
"Group A will have me, Zamira, Matteo, Angelo, Justina and Marco. Group B..."
I continue calling out the names of people, what group they're in and their jobs.
Once everything has been sorted out we go straight to grabbing our choice of weaponry.
Again my eyes fall to Zamira watching as she picks up a few daggers and a gun. I shake my head and finish loading my gun before putting it on safety and leading my group along with B, C, D and E's into the building.
"We're in position capo," the other groups mutter into the little device in my ear. I bark out a few more orders and make sure they've all heard me.
After taking out a few men we've finally entered the warehouse.
It was silent as if no one was here
Too silent.
Sending out signals with our hands we've all decided that it's best if we do the rest in pairs since our groups are a little too big.
"Status outside?" I ask through my earpiece.
"Clear sir," I receive an answer.
Walking through hallways I'm given a few instructions to follow. With a few twists and turns, I find myself in front of a door.
I twist the handle of the door only find it's locked.
"Fuck," I mutter under my breath.
I pull out a dagger and use the sharper end of it to pick the lock.
Looking behind me I expect to see a short, curly head woman but groan again in frustration when I don't see Zamira behind me.
Suddenly I'm being pushed into the storage room by a short figure as their breaths are ragged and uneven.
"Zamira?"
"Shut up," she covers my mouth with her hand.
I narrow my eyes at her.
A few footsteps are heard a few seconds later along with the voices of around 3 men.
"She's not here," one says
"What about-"
"It's locked there's no way she'd be able to get in there,"
"Lets go,"
She hesitantly lets go and sighs.
My left hand then makes it's way to her throat as I squeeze it earning a gasp from her.
"What the fuck was that?" I growl.
"What do you think," she spits back.
I back us up until a wall hits her back moving my body closer to hers, her warmth engulfing me.
"Watch your tone,"
She opens her mouth then shuts it.
"You've been avoiding me, Why?" I ask lifting her chin up.
Despite the darkness around us, I could see her clearly.
She opens her mouth again but nothing comes out.
"I haven't," she denies.
A low chuckle escapes me.
"Then tell me why you haven't said a word to me since them hm?" i whisper into her ear.
"Tell my you can't even look at me for more than 2 seconds," my lips trail kisses down her throat.
"Are you scared? Embarrassed?" I ask.
She let's out a little moan when I kiss the spot right behind her ear.
I've found her soft spot.
I repeat the action and she moans again.
"Tell me Zamira," I demand.
My other hand makes it's way to my holster. I grab my gun and press it to her lower stomach.
"I-I haven't," her hand rests on my wrist.
I tilt her head up more and crash our lips together.
The lips I couldn't stop thinking about.
The softness of them, the warmth, everything.
My gun trails down lower until its reached her sensitive, throbbing core.
I smirk against her lips pressing it against her a little harder earning a louder moan into my mouth.
"Take it off," I say referring to her pants.
"But-"
"Take it off,"
I no longer cared about the mission we were on, I wanted to touch her. Pleasure her. Make her feel sorry for avoiding me.
"Be a good girl and keep it down yeah?"
"We don't want anyone to hear us do we?" I peck her lips again.
She nods eagerly.
Her eyes have darkened, her lips swollen and bigger from our kiss.
"Words,"
"No, we don't" her chest rises and falls.
"Good," I smirk hovering the gun over her drenched cunt.
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