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What could he possibly be doing with that photo? There’s only one thing, and that’s looking up who I am. He won’t find much, though. Everything from before I was thirteen has been scraped from existence, and everything since then has been carefully curated to make me look like your everyday girl next door. He can’t possibly find out who I really am. There are no links to my face, my job, or my real identity. At least I certainly hope there’s no way for him to link me to the job. If he does, well then, I’ve fucked up this whole case on day one. And I might as well say goodbye to my career as well as my life.
It sounds dramatic, but if a family like the Valentinos found out I was an undercover agent, they wouldn’t think twice about disposing of me. They see me as the enemy, as they should. Unlike me, though, they shoot first and never ask questions. While I’m more of the ask questions and let you rot in a cell type.Death is too kind for monsters, and that’s exactly what these people are. Monsters disguised by good looks and money.
I can see the appeal. Enzo, for instance. I’ve spent longer than I care to admit looking at his profile images. There’s something about him that captivates me. It’s not the man himself, though. It’s the thought of catching him. The rush of it. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself, because I cannot be lusting over a mark. I will not lust over a mark. I’m not risking everything I’ve worked for just to throw it away for a pretty smile and a nice set of dimples.
Chapter Three
It’s been two days since I first saw her. Kayleigh Stone. That’s the extent of the information Dante has sent through to me so far. Her name. He told me he’d meet me here today to give me the file he’s got on her. Something in his tone was off. He wouldn’t say anything over the phone, though.
I’ve been watching her. She’s not like the other students here. Sure, she’s doing her best to blend in, but this girl stands outa fucking mile away. It’s not just her looks either. Don’t get me wrong, she’s fucking stunning. There is no denying that. But there’s something else I can’t put my finger on.
When she thinks no one is watching, she seems almost… sad. But then, as if a switch is turned on, the sadness is gone and her face morphs into one of disinterest. I want to talk to her, find out more about her. But first, I need to know what I’m walking into. Which is why I’ve waited to approach her again until I’ve met up with my cousin.
Dante sits on the bench seat next to me. I told him to meet me on campus. I do have to attend some of my classes if I want to graduate. Actually, I probably don’t need to, but I want to graduate because I earned the degree, not because of my last name.
“What have you got?” I ask him.
“How exactly do you know her?” he counters.
“I told you. I don’t know her. She turned up in one of my classes. If I knew her, I wouldn’t need you to dig up info on her,” I remind him.
“You’re not going to like this,” he says before handing me a manilla folder.
“What aren’t I going to like?” I open the folder. My mouth clenches shut and my teeth grit together as my glare lands on the first page. “She’s a fucking cop?”
“FBI actually. Worse than a cop,” Dante grunts.
“What the fuck is she doing here then?” I’m disgusted at myself. I should have picked it up. I knew there was something different about her. I should have known.
Worse than that is the fact that I wanted to fuck her. Correction, I still want to fuck her. Which is a problem, because I can’t touch her. I can’t go anywhere near her.
“No idea. I can’t find anything on what she’s working on. What I have found is in there. But we’re the only family witha foothold at this college. Who else would she be investigating? I don’t believe in coincidences and neither do you. There’s a reason she’s in your class,” Dante says.
“She’s after me… or us,” I say aloud. The knowledge that she’s trying to pin me for something doesn’t make me want her any less. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“That’s not all…”
“What else could there be?”
“There is nothing on Kayleigh Stone before she was thirteen years old. It’s as if she didn’t exist,” Dante says.
“Nothing? Why would that be?” I ask.
“Could be a number of things. She could be here illegally, or she could be a witness protection case.”
“If she were here illegally, she wouldn’t be able to join the FBI,” I remind him.
“Which is why I think she was put into witness protection. How else would her whole identity just vanish before she was thirteen?”
“Is there a way to find out?” I ask him.
“It’ll take a little longer, and it’s risky. If I get caught…” He lets his sentence drift off.
“Nah, leave it. I’ll find out what Little Miss FBI wants all on my own.” I smirk.
“Enzo, don’t do anything stupid. It’s noticeable if an agent goes missing,” Dante warns.
“I’m not going to touch her.”Well, not in that way.I leave that part to myself.