Victoria Hush is a beloved daughter who lost her father and hero. The Mob had been over taking Coastal City for too long, and her father was killed because of them.
Now, as an adult, revenge is all Victoria wants out of life. Once she achieves her l...
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"You've got to be kidding me." I pant staring at Santiago or who he is now saying he is, Grant Guzman from the freaking FBI. I keep my gun steadily pointed at him even though he's dropped his to the ground. I'm not sure I one hundred percent believed him, but then again, he knew my name. How the hell could he know me?
"I'm not. If you think back before you went undercover, you should have been briefed about any local agents working undercover as well in the off chance that we would meet," he scoffs shaking his head a look of disbelief etched across his face, "And here we are. I actually thought I recognized you."
I try to recollect my memories, and finally, everything clicks together. That's why I recognized him from somewhere when I first saw him. It was just for a moment, but I did see his photo in the list of agents working in the area undercover.
I slowly lowered my gun and took a deep breath. "Nice to meet you."
He nodded his head, lowering his hands and placing them on his hips instead, looking around at the disaster that Guierrmo and I turned this room into. "What the hell happened?"
I roll my shoulder, my other hand rubbing the muscle that has started throbbing since the adrenaline is wearing off. "Well, I kicked his ass."
Grant glares at me. "I see that. The details that aren't so fucking obvious is what I'm searching for here."
"I'm working on the Pierce case. I'm almost in, but it seems De Leon took something from Camille that she wants back and sent me to get it because -"
"He thinks more with the wrong head. I got it." He scratches his beard, running his hand over his jaw in thought. "I'm guessing you're talking about Cerberus?"
I look at Santiago - um, Grant and raise my eyebrows, hopeful. "You know where it is?"
He shakes his head, walking over to Guillermo, crouching down next to him, placing two fingers on his neck, and checking for a pulse. "He was so protective of that thing he didn't even tell me where he was keeping it. It became his prized possession." He stands back up and faces me. "You got him good and I can help get you out, but you need to go right now."
I shake my head in panic. "No chance in hell. I'm not leaving without Cerberus."
He clenches his jaw. "You're not understanding this isn't a suggestion. If you don't get out, someone will make their way here, and you won't make it out."
"Help me find Cerberus, and you'll never see me again."
He groans and claps his hands together. "I already told you I don't know where it is. I've been undercover too fucking long for you to come in here and fuck up everything beyond repair. So go, now."
"I said I'm not leaving without it! So either help me find it or get the hell out of my way." I walk to the other side of the desk and start frantically opening the drawers searching for something I now realize I've never seen.
