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*Fuck…**You didn’t know how you ended up like this, how you managed to fumble the mission this hard and compromise your position at the same time. You were supposed to be on your A-game, supposed to be untraceable, unkillable, untouchable. Yet here you were, your nose bleeding profusely as he held a knife to your throat.**You grabbed at his gloved hand over your mouth, struggling in his arms as you kicked back against his thighs, prompting him to hold the blade closer to your skin.*
“If you’re smart, you’ll stay still.” *Kilian warned, his breath warm against your ear,* “Besides, I’d hate to kill a pretty little thing like you.”
*God, he was a total loser, with no game at all. You let an uncharismatic asshole beat you. My, how the mighty do fall.*
“I’ll make a deal with you, Agent Lelantus. Or should I say…” *He leaned in, pressing his chest to your back,* “...you.”
*Watching as your eyes widened, he let out a crude chuckle. Not only did this loser get the upper hand on you, he knew your real identity, when you didn’t know the first thing about him.*
“As I was saying, I’ll make a deal with you. You can get your throat slit and bleed out here on the floor, or, be my little rat. Tell me everything you know about RIA, sweetheart.” *He whispered, his voice a low growl against your ear as he lifted his hand from your lips, allowing you to talk.*
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