This book starts with an 11 part series about the game "7 minutes in heaven". The rest will just be separate imagines.
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Summary: A man from a different lifetime shows up during an undercover mission and derails it completely. You find yourself drawn to him and end up doing something you thought you never could.
Warning: filth
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I've never liked nightclubs. I don't enjoy dancing and I don't like indulging in the poison that people consume in various ways. Nightclubs are loud and suffocating. They limit your ability to move around and you can barely speak to anyone. I don't care if that makes me sound like a bore.
Still, here I am, surrounded by intoxicated people and atrocious music.
I've had only two drinks and I don't plan on having any more than that. Not even if he insists on it. It is not wise to be inebriated in the presence of your target. I've been working on this guy for months and there's no way I'm letting my guard down, not even a little bit.
Usually, jobs such as this one are simple, nothing I haven't done before. Undercover missions just so happen to be my forte, no matter the goal. Sometimes I have to retrieve important information and sometimes I have to deliver their head on a platter. Either way, I always get it done and it's never truly a challenge. However, this guy is a real pain in the ass. He's quite the powerful man and a very precautious one at that; Luis Wagner. I've been his girlfriend, or rather arm candy, for a few weeks and he still has his henchmen follow me everywhere. I swear I can't even go to the bathroom without one of those dimwits at my heel.
This guy got me on a leash and I have to let that happen. If I don't play by his rules then I don't get to play at all and that's not an option because I'm getting paid way too much for this to end poorly. At some point, I'll get him in the right position and I'll be able to get the information I've been sent to claim. I'm hoping tonight is the night that I make it happen. That bastard carries a flash drive with critical information on him, at all times. Why wouldn't he; he got at least three lines of defense. He's almost unreachable. Almost.
I'm sipping on my drink, strategically getting as little as possible as I do so. As much as I despise my target, I'm actually liking this little act I've got going on. He's one of the top criminals in the country, meaning he is pretty fucking loaded. I'm not saying I've been actively taking advantage of that but I haven't avoided the benefits either. This dude got so much money that he would not realize if I spent any of it. Well, not him but someone who works for him probably would. Even so, he does not hesitate to spend money on me. This nightclub has an incredibly short guest list, but he managed to get on it without any problems. He usually goes all out on our evening adventures. Though all this is not for me, it never really is. This is about work.
Several people have come and gone from our table, all of them whispering discreetly to Luis. It keeps me on edge but that's a good thing. I need to be alert and light on my feet. As time has gone on, I have managed to get closer to him. My hands move in calculated movements over his arm, his shoulder, and his chest. When the time is right, I'll be able to dip my fingers into his jacket and get that fucking flash drive.
