Agent (CENTURIES series: Book #3)

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"Both." I replied. I took a good long look at his torso. "You sure do have a lot of scars."

"Show me yours and I'll show you mine."

As if. I pursed my lips, but then trailed my finger over the scar I knew I had given him; the bullet I managed to plant in his arm. "I like this one. It looks like it hurt."

"It did. Like a biatch."

I smirked a little at his playful eyes. So we were playing like that, were we? "Do you remember what I said I'd do if I ever saw you on American soil again?"

"Why do you think I've been waiting for you, mia cara?"

Oh, I was seriously going to whip his sorry Italian ass as flat as a pizza. "I'm going to tell you your options here, Spaghetti; One, you tell us where you're hiding that USB and I'll only hurt you above your belt. Two; You don't tell us where you're hiding the USB and I'll move the electrodes down below your belt. Take your pick."

"Speaking of what's below the belt, I really love that little tattoo you have on your hip," He met my eyes with a playful glint in his own, "A swallow with an eye on its back; Eye swallow. Molto carino. Can I see it again?"

"You sonofa—" I got cut short when Perri opened the door and stuck his head in. He looked pissed.

"Wilkins. A word."

"My time isn't up yet."

"Now."

Angrily, I shot a glare at Vince, catching his smirk. I knew exactly what he was doing.

I stepped outside the extraction room and faced Perri who was glaring at me with lethal eyes. "Agent Wilkins, would you care to explain how an enemy of our nation knows about this aforementioned little tattoo on your hip?"

"He glimpsed it once!" I growled, curling my fists. Behind the glass, I could see him still smirking, undoubtedly knowing what kind of trouble he was giving me. "He's deliberately messing with you, don't you see? He's fooling you into thinking things!"

"And what things be those?"

"You goddamn fucking know what things," I hissed. "But nothing like that never happened, I swear on my life."

"Then how could he know about—"

"Because he fucking broke into my apartment while I was in my goddamn underwear!" I yelled, probably turning a furious red. "You would've been able to see my damn tattoo as well if you'd caught me wandering around in my thong!"

"Agent Wilkins—"

"No, suck on a dick, you gave me ten minutes and I still have four left." I spun around on my foot and then marched back inside the extraction room, slamming the door open.

– Vince just poked the mama bear.

He lifted his head when I stalked up to him and offered me a mischievous smirk. "Trouble?"

Damn right there was. Trouble for him.

I punched him right in his goddamn stomach – his liver to be exact. I wasn't one of those weak-ass women who threw a punch that had the same power as a feather landing on a pillow. I was a trained agent who worked out every day; when I hit, I hit hard. And Vince very quickly found out, if he didn't already know.