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Blurb
When she goes into mission in an elite high school…
The class Iโ€™m in includes billionaire kidsโ€ฆ. The top of the school. And itโ€™s said thereโ€™s one Alpha in there, Alpha in the entire school, Dylan Davidson. The high school is his and so many other businessesโ€ฆ.
However, heโ€™s a bad boy and a player. Iโ€™ll for sure be a target of his entourage and his after the mess outside.
โ€œMy answer, Ashtonโ€ฆ. Iโ€™m not giving upโ€ฆ.โ€
โ€œIf you donโ€™t back off and start the test as a good boy, my car will be your last concern, buddy.โ€
โ€œIs that so, Ashton?โ€ Heโ€™s in same whisper, but in a heavy, Alpha tone now.
I feel heโ€™s leaning his face at my right ear as Iโ€™m on the exterior and the girl is at the window, so the moment I consider right, the back of my right hand slaps his face in a low noise
โ€œYes, it is. Back off or it wonโ€™t be just that. Iโ€™m here to study, not for chit-chat.โ€
Heโ€™s silent, but I think heโ€™s shaking his right leg under the desk. And his breathing is with heaviness.
Next time, behave, bratโ€ฆ.
Genres of the book
Billionaire Romance, Curvy Girl Romance, Mafia Romance, Dark Mafia Romance, Possessive Alpha Males, Strong Female Lead, Contemporary Romance, Enemies to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Action, Comedy, Suspense, Mystery, Thriller, with a HEA.
Note
*This book contains language and mature themes. Suitable for +18 audience because of that.
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Billionaire’s Baby Agent, by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright ยฉ May 2021. All Rights Reserved
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Chapter 1 – You Damn Brat…

Rebecca

โ€œSir! But Iโ€™m not suitable for a high school mission! Iโ€™m above in levels for such a mission! Take another for what I care! Iโ€™m not going!โ€ Iโ€™m in my superiorโ€™s office, raging in my all for the stupid mission Iโ€™m assigned to!

Iโ€™m standing in front of his desk exposing my lunatic stare and disturbed grimace, raking my hair with my fingers from my right hand, and the other one is fisted on the left side of my waist.

Heโ€™s got to be kidding me!

Yeah, Iโ€™m panting in despairโ€ฆ.

Heโ€™s chewing from his inner cheek with a bad omen stare at me, and with the calm before the stormโ€ฆ.

Heโ€™s not kiddingโ€ฆ. SHIT!

โ€œASHTON! SIT DOWN! NOW!โ€ Heโ€™s just slammed the files on his desk to emphasize whoโ€™s the boss, but weโ€™re in a lock of rabid stares right now.

Of course Iโ€™m not sitting. Iโ€™m known for my rebel attitude because Iโ€™m one of the best agents worldwide and this mission is a low problem one as a level for one like me!

NOT SITTING! NOT GOING! NO NOTHING!

Iโ€™m fuming under my nostrils at him, crossing my arms, frowning my bad dog stare at him, twisting my lips in a growl.

He sighs in defeat, with a roll of eyes.

Ah! Now weโ€™re talkingโ€ฆ. Ha-ha!

No, Iโ€™m still like that in front of him.

He fetches his pack of cigarettes as his brains are already smoking, takes one out, throws the pack back on his desk, grabs the lighter, lights it, throws the lighter the same way on the desk, takes a smoke, and sighs again in frustration. All this has been done with same attitude and all from my part and without losing eye contact between each other.

โ€œIt seems bananas, Ashton, but itโ€™s not. Youโ€™re needed for it.โ€

Iโ€™m bobbing my head.

โ€œYes, you are.โ€ Heโ€™s playing the words with movement of his head at me, flashing a cruel smile, with a motion of his eyebrows to drive me insane!

NOT GOING!

โ€œNO!โ€ I rebel in my all at him.

โ€œYES, YOU ARE!โ€ He rebels against me!

After half an hour of treaties between me and him, meaning I trashed some chairs inside of his office, launched some files around from his desk, and we almost collided in a physical manner like two mad dogs, flaring under the nostrils against each other, I took the damn missionโ€ฆ.

Well, heโ€™s Greg Higgins, 34, built like a bull, but a freaking hot one, with glamorous emerald eyes, face of a front cover magazine male, raven-hued hair styled in a neat way. Heโ€™s my boss for the last five years.

No, Iโ€™m not having a crush on him or any of that. Honestly. He just pisses me off whenever we meet each other. But him being my boss, I need to submit to orders. Most of the times, that doesnโ€™t happen though. Iโ€™m my own bossโ€ฆ. Iโ€™ve gained that through my hard work since Iโ€™ve stepped in to become what I am.

I know why he assigned it to me. Iโ€™m untouchable, Iโ€™m agile, Iโ€™m whatever it is needed for any mission to conquer success in any circumstances, and my physical appearance fits a damn teen against my age.

Iโ€™m twenty-four, and my full name is Rebecca Ashton. Iโ€™m of average height for a woman, curvy built, but not in the fat side of being curvy as Iโ€™m a toned one in muscles, but I do have a bit of fat on my body giving a perfect nymph allure. Iโ€™m all natural and with a face of an angel. No, Iโ€™m not cocky, thatโ€™s what Iโ€™ve been told many times. I donโ€™t care though.

And yes, I can pass even as a 17-year-old one from my face and appearance. That innocent I am. Well, from what Iโ€™m doing as a job, if youโ€™re a bad guy, only innocence I donโ€™t serveโ€ฆ.

My hair is wavy going a bit down my shoulders, chestnut color, and I usually wear it in a messy bun with some rebel strands. My eyes? Some jade onesโ€ฆ. Yeah, theyโ€™re said to be hypnoticโ€ฆ. Whatever.

And yes, Iโ€™m a virgin though a freaking rebel in my all. Nobody knows Iโ€™m a virgin though. Iโ€™ve kept it a secret as itโ€™s none of anyoneโ€™s business. And Iโ€™ve kept my private life in the shadows for colleagues of mine to stay away from me, but that doesnโ€™t keep them at bay thoughโ€ฆ. Anyways, enough about me.

The mission is to become a transfer student in one of the best private high schools filled with millionaire and billionaire kids in America, in last senior year. This particular high school seems to be targeted by Mafia to draw some of the kids on their side for different purposes and play with their parentsโ€™ money and status. Drugs and other such things are involved, and thereโ€™s the rumor that theyโ€™ve infiltrated people of theirs inside to better reach the kids, instigating them to rave parties and all that, as money and private locations are never a problem for rich kids like those in that high school are. These kids are considered elite in the States and have high scores at academics, against their rebel behavior.

Iโ€™m filed in there on my own name, with my former high school files, covered under scholarship on high grades, as yes, I was a damn nerd when it came to education, though a rebel. Yeah, wellโ€ฆ. Anyhow, I must maintain a low level in there, coming from a poor family, acting like a scared cat if itโ€™s necessary, and all that shitโ€ฆ. And yeah, Iโ€™m nineteen againโ€ฆ. Oh boyโ€ฆ.

Thereโ€™s no uniform. Regular clothes, but they should be from famous brandsโ€ฆ. Well, because of the persona I need to act, Iโ€™ll wear a pair of skinny black jeans, some ankle black boots, a black blouse over my bottom, one larger than my figure, and top it all that with a leather jacket, elbow length within waist, one in the trends.

This is usually my outfit to be honest except for the large blouse, and Iโ€™ve told my boss Iโ€™ll keep my own style as I wonโ€™t go that low as to wear some dresses or skirts or whatever.

The car Iโ€™m given is a hermit. Yeah, to fit my poor status. Iโ€™ve got a last-minute sports BMW model on my name thoughโ€ฆ. In reality, Iโ€™m a rich one from what Iโ€™m doing as a job, but hey! The missionโ€ฆ. And no, Iโ€™m without makeup on my face. I never use it.

Itโ€™s my first day of high school, and first day of mission. Itโ€™s the beginning of the school year. Iโ€™ve got the black school bag with shoved books and whatever in it, and Iโ€™ve just entered the premises to find a parking spot for my awesome carโ€ฆ.

Letโ€™s see if this damn thing reaches the parking lotโ€ฆ. Jesusโ€ฆ. Ha-ha!

Yeah, the car is one which is almost giving its last breath with each roll of tires. But I do have some booming music inside, the one I like. Itโ€™s playing โ€˜Let You Love Meโ€™ from Rita Ora. Well, yeahโ€ฆ.

The Victory Royal High School is a humongous one in everything inside and around it, with everything of high level. Luxury, yeah. They have Chefs to cook for them in the canteen and all that.

In the parking lot there are only expensive and limited editions of SUVs and sports cars. Well, what would you expect, right? And Iโ€™m sinning inside with my hermitโ€ฆ. Ha-ha!

After three car farts, I stop the car in the spot reserved for me. Brilliantโ€ฆ. Iโ€™m laughing like crazy in the car because of how it soundedโ€ฆ.

Man! This car is ancient! Where did they find it? Ha-ha! Hope itโ€™s not dead thoughโ€ฆ. I do need it when Iโ€™ll finish classesโ€ฆ. Yep. Ha-ha! So damn crazyโ€ฆ.

I grab the bag from the back seat and prepare to get down the car without realizing thereโ€™s a crowd outside, staring at my car, with some entertained faces, waiting for me to show my face.

Fucking high schoolโ€ฆ. And rich kidsโ€ฆ. Oh! Iโ€™ll make your life a living Hell if you guys donโ€™t behaveโ€ฆ. Donโ€™t provoke the demon, kidsโ€ฆ. You guys donโ€™t know real life.

I step down the car, ignorant of whatโ€™s around me, slam the damn door, andโ€ฆactivate the alarm on it. Iโ€™m so damn laughing insideโ€ฆ.

Yeah, the car is a wreak, but it does have an alarm on itโ€ฆ. Ha-ha!

This is so freaking funny!

Iโ€™m serious at face and in stance though, undergoing my poor persona, avoiding eye contact with them, throwing the bag on my left shoulder, turning around to stroll to the main entrance, but a heavy male voice with a laughing toneโ€ฆ.

โ€œDid that thing just die?โ€

Letโ€™s hope not, kidโ€ฆ.

The others snort into laughter and there are murmurs all around meโ€ฆ.

Oh yeahโ€ฆ.

I ignore them, with a sneaky smirk on my face, straightening my stance, walking like a badass, with my chin up, like Iโ€™m the richest person in here. That confident I am against my hermit. Ha-ha! No, Iโ€™ve looked at no face. I donโ€™t know who said that.

Iโ€™m inching to the stairs and take them with some hysterical laughing and mockery behind me and at my sides as Iโ€™m walking through them, with the ones from my front making way for me to go inside.

Iโ€™ll so show you badass, kidsโ€ฆ Oh! Itโ€™s so onโ€ฆ. Mommy and daddy are not hereโ€ฆ. And they wouldnโ€™t even dare in front of meโ€ฆ.

I follow routine, taking in the surroundings, assessing the perimeter with each step I make, and go to where Iโ€™ll be led by a teacher to be sent in my class. What can I say? Iโ€™m ecstatic for this mission.

The class Iโ€™m in includes billionaire kidsโ€ฆ. The top of the school. And itโ€™s said thereโ€™s one Alpha in there, Alpha in the entire school, Dylan Davidson. The high school is his and so many other businessesโ€ฆ.

Heโ€™s 19, and already leading his familyโ€™s business since one year ago when his parents were assassinated with a hit in their private jet. His uncle, Rick Davidson, from his fatherโ€™s side, is his right hand to deal with things while heโ€™s with studies until he goes to the office or at home to go through whatever needs his decision and signature on.

Dylan sometimes takes days off from school to run business when he must, and heโ€™s always keeping up with his familyโ€™s businesses and school. Big burden on that kidโ€™s shoulders to be honest. But heโ€™s considered fierce and a true Alpha man in his all against his age.

However, heโ€™s a bad boy and a player. Iโ€™ll for sure be a target of his entourage and his after the mess outside. These kids donโ€™t get along with outsiders such as myself. Poor outsiders. I have no problem with that though. I can deal with it. Iโ€™ll play the poor in all, but not in personality and all that. Theyโ€™ve got it coming if they dare something.

His looks? Well, from the pictures Iโ€™ve been showed, heโ€™s in a Greek God built, gorgeous at face, reason heโ€™s apparently featuring the covers of magazines with different scandals as heโ€™s got legions of paparazzi on his back wherever he goes, with a messy but sexy dark honey hair, and some smashing to a womanโ€™s heart dark blue eyes. Yeah, that kid is sculpted to perfection. No wonder heโ€™s got women and girls at his feet and the entire mass media.

I meet the Principal who exhibits such enthusiasm over my files and person and orders the class master to take me to class, after providing me with the usual school itinerary, classes and all that.

The class master is a young one, Mr. Henry Gill. By his looks heโ€™s around thirty something.  He teaches English classes to my class. And first class is with him. Yeah, heโ€™s a hot male as well, with green eyes, brown hair, some tailored made, dark green suit with a vest, white shirt, and a tie to match. Heโ€™s like stepping down from a business magazine and not a teacher.

โ€œSo? How do you find our high school, Miss Ashton?โ€ Heโ€™s walking next to me with the class book and grade book in his left hand, flashing a cheeky smile at me.

Watch it, pal. Iโ€™m not a stupid teenโ€ฆ.

Yeah, heโ€™s having a not quite appropriate stare at me, with a flicker of want in thereโ€ฆ. I fake a smile but keep my serious persona, inching with him to the class where thereโ€™s laughter and I think Iโ€™m the hot topic.

Heโ€™s ignoring the class noise, staring at me, waiting for my answer which comes without delay.

โ€œInteresting, Mr. Gill. Nothing from my former one.โ€

But it did get me into Harvardโ€ฆ. Ha-ha!

He stops my walking with his hand on my right arm, making me face him, and Iโ€™m looking at it with a narrowed stare, wanting to punch him for touching me, but I need to contain myselfโ€ฆ.

Take your hand off me, dudeโ€ฆ.

โ€œListen, Miss Ashton.โ€

I move my wanting to trash someone stare at him but maintain a straight face and the fake smile.

I can listen without your hand on my arm, tooโ€ฆ.

Heโ€™s having same stare and smile at me as before.

โ€œDonโ€™t let yourself intimidated by them. Theyโ€™re used to be the kings and queens of the world and act the part in their all.โ€

Thanks for the protective speech. Now, remove the hand, dude.

I curb a smirk at him.

โ€œIf any problems occur, you can let me know and Iโ€™ll deal with them.โ€

Not necessary, pal.

โ€œDonโ€™t worry, Mr. Gill. Iโ€™m a tough cookie myself. But thank you for your kindness.โ€

I would so punch you right nowโ€ฆ.

He widens his smile with a spark in his eyes, and takes his hand off my arm, resuming our walk inside. Yeah, I have a smiley voice to pretend my persona.

I do hope Iโ€™m wrong with him and heโ€™s not going to push things with meโ€ฆ. I would so remodel his faceโ€ฆ. Yep.

And weโ€™re inside the class with some twenty-two kids, among which there are twelve girls. The girls are like some models or actresses, dressed in some short dresses and some of them have jackets on, with high heels and all that. Makeup on their faces done by professionals. The boys are either in a casual attire or suits.

If you were to enter in here, you would see only hot male specimens that you wouldnโ€™t think exist at this level, and some sexy ass female specimens, which again, you wouldnโ€™t think exist at this level.

Thereโ€™s one girl whoโ€™s a shy one by her looks as sheโ€™s kind of curled on her seat with her hands hugging each other on her knees, head down, flashing some red cheeks.

Someone embarrassed her with somethingโ€ฆ.

Sheโ€™s dressed in same manner with the other girls, but in a more appropriate way.

Everyone is now seated, and all eyes are on me and Gill as he has cleared his throat. Iโ€™m with the bag in front of me, holding it with both my hands, facing the class, staring at the girl whoโ€™s still with her head down, a bit fidgety.

What did they do to you? I thought I was the reason for their laughterโ€ฆ. Hmmโ€ฆ Donโ€™t worry, kid. While Iโ€™m here, youโ€™re under my wing.

โ€œWeโ€™re having a transfer student joining us for our last year, Miss Rebecca Ashton. She has remarkable results and she was chosen for our scholarship this year. I expect for all of you to make her transfer as easy as possible.โ€

That girl has silent tears down her cheeks.

Yeah, Gill is presenting me to the class, they are quiet, and Iโ€™m with my worried stare at her by instinct. There are two free spots in the class. One next to her and one with some boys in the back.

โ€œYou may take a seat, Miss Ashton.โ€

I wait no more and in a normal walk, I go to her place and sit there after I nod at him without registering anything around me. There are some murmurs, but I ban them.

Sheโ€™s keeping inside an outburst of cryโ€ฆ. These brat kidsโ€ฆ.

โ€œAlright. As always, first things first. Weโ€™re going to have a test for what you had to read during the summer break.โ€

I tilt my eyes at him in surprise after Iโ€™ve settled on my place and took out my book, notebook and pen on my desk.

Shitโ€ฆ. Test from first day? What about? What did they have to read? Iโ€™m so fuckedโ€ฆ.

Heโ€™s with the back at the class, writing something on the whiteboard. Thereโ€™s a lot of sighing in the class and everyone is preparing a sheet of paper and pens for the test. The girl next to me does the same. They seem to behave in front of Gill as none has said something to me or laughed, but the girls have some mocking stares at both me and the girl next to me whoโ€™s like a robot, preparing her stuff for the test.

Behind me thereโ€™s a change of places. Iโ€™m with a sheet of paper in front of me and the pen in my right hand, moving from right to left at Gills to see what he is writing as subject. Heโ€™s with a wide back as heโ€™s a muscled one and I only see pieces of the questions for the moment as heโ€™s not saying anything.

And same voice from the parking lot is whispering at my back with me not reacting.

โ€œI didnโ€™t get my answer, Ashton. Did the car die?โ€ Heโ€™s in a smirking voice.

Great Gatsby? What did he write on the whiteboard? Shitโ€ฆ. I need to remember all that? Scarlet Letterโ€ฆ. Make the parallel between them? What the actual fuck? Iโ€™m fuckedโ€ฆ.

The kid is blowing at the back of my neck with a hot breath, irritating me as I need to recall those two novels and make an essay on it with the parallel between them somehow and whatever heโ€™s writing on the whiteboard.

โ€œAshtonโ€ฆ.โ€

There are silent male chuckles at us to not draw attention from Gills and the girl next to me is looking behind me with some frail smile, as if sheโ€™s crushing on the kid behind me.

My heart is getting some spasms as Iโ€™m forcing my mind to remember the plots in detail and characters and to start writing. But the kid is continuing his blowing and calling of me.

โ€œMy answer, Ashtonโ€ฆ. Iโ€™m not giving upโ€ฆ.โ€

Iโ€™m beginning to write for first question as Iโ€™ve finally seen it while Gill is still rolling with the questions on the whiteboard, and I answer the kid behind in a low, threatening voice.

โ€œIf you donโ€™t back off and start the test as a good boy, my car will be your last concern, buddy.โ€

Everyone is in silence at my answer and all eyes are on the kid behind me. No, Gill is preoccupied at the whiteboard to fill it with questions to my soon loss of sanity as there are so many novels and questions on themโ€ฆ. Well, kids, they own some adult voices and all, but in front of me, theyโ€™re all kids. Spoiled, bratty, kids. Yeah, wellโ€ฆ.

โ€œIs that so, Ashton?โ€

Heโ€™s not giving upโ€ฆ. And thereโ€™s so much to answer for the damn test!

Heโ€™s in same whisper, but in a heavy, Alpha tone now.

I feel heโ€™s leaning his face at my right ear as Iโ€™m on the exterior and the girl is at the window, so the moment I consider right, the back of my right hand slaps his face in a low noise with Gill not reacting to turn around. I donโ€™t turn around at all and continue answering the questions on my paper.

You damn bratโ€ฆ. Who knows what you guys did to this girlโ€ฆ. But she seems to have a crush on youโ€ฆ Yet sheโ€™s smiling for me slapping youโ€ฆ.

Yeah, Iโ€™m seeing her with the corner of my left eye all this time, writing with light speed to answer the questions and not ruin my nerd image as Iโ€™m recalling the right answers. Well, letโ€™s hope I doโ€ฆ. Itโ€™s like all this was ages ago for me as you donโ€™t go after criminals and start explaining โ€˜Great Gatsbyโ€™ to them or any such novels. I donโ€™t know why they have this for this last year. Whateverโ€ฆ.

โ€œYes, it is. Back off or it wonโ€™t be just that. Iโ€™m here to study, not for chit-chat.โ€ Iโ€™m in a straight, low voice.

From the kid behind, Iโ€™m perceiving such heat that is burning my back. Heโ€™s silent, but I think heโ€™s shaking his right leg under the desk. And his breathing is with heaviness.

Next time, behave, bratโ€ฆ.

Some boys are with some shocked eyes behind me and at me. Iโ€™m seeing them with the corner of my right eye while Iโ€™m concentrated on my paper.

Gill finally turns around and lands with his eyes on me and behind me, but Iโ€™m writing as many others do, just the one behind me seems not to. Gillโ€™s eyebrows go up and places the marker heโ€™s used to write on his desk, addressing to the one behind me.

โ€œMr. Davidson?โ€

Donโ€™t tell me HE is the one behind meโ€ฆ. Well, I donโ€™t give a damn to be honest. He needs to learn boundaries.

Iโ€™m writingโ€ฆ. Ignoring everything around me, but hearing.

โ€œYes, Mr. Gill?โ€ Heโ€™s in a relaxed, king of the world voice, with a string of smile in there. A bad boy manner.

โ€œI donโ€™t remember you ever change your seat.โ€ Heโ€™s in a genuinely surprised voice.

He wanted a slap to get back to his senses, so he changed his seat for thatโ€ฆ. He can go back to his seat nowโ€ฆ. Heโ€™s all set. Ha-ha! You spoiled kidโ€ฆ. Well, he did have a tragedy in his family, and I should be sorry for him, but his behavior annoys meโ€ฆ. Yeah.

โ€œIโ€™m trying to accommodate our new classmate, Mr. Gill. Itโ€™s my high school after all, and I should be the one doing it, right? Itโ€™s about having manners.โ€ Heโ€™s in a mocking tone and Gill goes silent for a moment. Iโ€™m writing against timeโ€ฆ.

Letโ€™s remember this oneโ€ฆ. Hmmmโ€ฆ. Oh! Yeahโ€ฆ. Ha-ha! Iโ€™m still with the master skills! He, he, heโ€ฆ.

โ€œMiss Ashton?โ€

Yeah, this is the right answerโ€ฆ.

Gill is calling my name. Iโ€™m absorbed in answering the questions to not forget about something Iโ€™ve got the thread to in the back of my mind.

โ€œMiss Ashton?โ€ Heโ€™s playing my name to capture my attention.

Hmmmโ€ฆ. I donโ€™t remember about thisโ€ฆ. Shitโ€ฆ.

โ€œMiss Ashton?โ€ Heโ€™s next to me now with his hands at his back, looking at my paper and Iโ€™m with the pen on my lips, thinking. Iโ€™m titling my in-trance-of-thinking stare at him.

โ€œHuh? Oh! Sorry, Mr. Gill.โ€

Heโ€™s smiling over my paper and takes it to read my answers.

Shitโ€ฆ. Just donโ€™t make fun of me in front of the brats at leastโ€ฆ.

Heโ€™s twisting his head, with a devilish smile in the corner of his lipsโ€ฆ.

Iโ€™m fuckedโ€ฆ.

He turns his twinkling eyes into my whatever-it-goes-it-goes stare and has a smiley face, returning my paper in front of me and taking his hand at his back, in a straight stance. Iโ€™m waiting for whatever is about to come out of his mouth in a relaxed manner but showing a serious face at him.

โ€œI donโ€™t think Iโ€™ve seen a better answer to those questions than yours, Miss Ashton. And itโ€™s not praising, itโ€™s the truth. Well done. Continue.โ€

Really? Ehโ€ฆ. He, he, heโ€ฆ. I havenโ€™t lost my touch it seemsโ€ฆ. Ha-ha!

And Iโ€™m continuing without second thoughts, ignoring everything around me, but the heat behind me is increasingโ€ฆ.

Davidson is ruffling some sheets of paper, slamming something on the desk, bending at the girl next to me to grab her pen from her hand making her release a low squeal, and he groans in annoyance, probably beginning to write his test.

Damn bratโ€ฆ.

At the end of the class, which yes, it has been a full test with no other stuff in it, Gill asks me to see him in his office. I pack my things and with no further ado or checking my surroundings, I throw my bag on my left shoulder and follow his footsteps outside. The burning heat behind me has just stood up with a loud screech of his chair. I ignore everyone and Iโ€™m out the door.

Gillโ€™s office is similar to a millionaire CEO with a full library, everything in expensive wood, some paintings, famous ones, on the walls, and a wide window which gives the sight to a mesmerizing red rose garden in the back of the building.

Wow! Even teachers live in luxury hereโ€ฆ. Niceโ€ฆ. And heโ€™s only an English teacherโ€ฆ. I must have chosen a wrong jobโ€ฆ. I need to do all crazy stuff for my millionsโ€ฆ. Yep. And he just reads booksโ€ฆ. Yeah, wellโ€ฆ.

โ€œI love the view as well.โ€

What?

Yeah, Iโ€™m looking over the window as Iโ€™ve never seen such red roses and so many in one place. I travel the world, but never for sightseeing. I donโ€™t stop to take in the surroundings, and it seems Iโ€™ve been walking to the window to better see the roses from the fourth level of the building where his office is at.

I move my stare at him as his voice snaps me out of my trance with the roses. And his voice is a bit raspyโ€ฆ.

โ€œSorry, Mr. Gill. Itโ€™s just a spell-binding garden as I donโ€™t know when I walked here.โ€ I straighten myself in front of him, and regain my normal state from the roses, and Iโ€™m waiting for why he has asked me to see him in private.

Say it fast and off we go.

Heโ€™s studying my eyes and Iโ€™m blinking at him with my eyebrows up. Weโ€™re facing each other and heโ€™s with his hands at his back.

Canโ€™t you say it, and me go? Donโ€™t push it, pal. Iโ€™m really at my limit with this entire mission to begin with. Iโ€™m not known to behaveโ€ฆ. For too long.

โ€œYou said you wanted a word with me, Mr. Gill. I do need to go to my next class in a few minutes, if you donโ€™t mind.โ€ Iโ€™m in my relaxed self, normal voice, and the fake smile.

No, he doesnโ€™t intimidate me with his anything. None has the ability to impress me or stir an emotion of some kind in me. Iโ€™m just covering my annoyance. Yes, Iโ€™m keeping his stare, which is the same as before the class at me.

โ€œWell, Miss Ashton, I came to your desk to tell you that you donโ€™t need to take the test as youโ€™ve just transferred. But you did impressive.โ€

And donโ€™t tell me youโ€™re so wet in your pants, and everything, for the results of a student the way you are with me right now?

โ€œThank you, Mr. Gill. Iโ€™m an avid reader in my free time and take seriously my education.โ€ Iโ€™m not lying, as this was the truth when I was a teen and then at university.

Iโ€™ve got a horny teacher and an irritating bad boy brat on my back since day oneโ€ฆ. Way to go, Ashtonโ€ฆ. Boss is dead tonightโ€ฆ. Well, my โ€˜Uncleโ€™. Heโ€™s my guardian nowโ€ฆ. That bastard!

Chapter 2 – Iโ€™ll Show You Badass And Rebelโ€ฆ

Dylan

โ€œWell, Miss Ashton, I came to your desk to tell you that you donโ€™t need to take the test as youโ€™ve just transferred. But you did impressive.โ€

And youโ€™re so damn hyped on her because she did impressive, huh? Son of a bitchโ€ฆ. Like I didnโ€™t see the spark in your eyes at herโ€ฆ. Ashton is mine, sucker. And after that slap? She needs some hardcore punishmentsโ€ฆ. And youโ€™re on my list of punishments as well for hitting on a student in my fucking high school.

โ€œThank you, Mr. Gill. Iโ€™m an avid reader in my free time and take seriously my education.โ€

Donโ€™t you dare get smiley in voice at him! Oh! Youโ€™ll see so much punishment, Ashtonโ€ฆ. Watch meโ€ฆ.

Iโ€™m posted in front of his officeโ€™s door, listening to their convo with the door cracked a bit to be able to.

Yeah, Iโ€™m so provoked by this little and offensive Ashton. Since the moment she has stepped down from that out of breath car in her almighty all till now. That slap? Letโ€™s say none, ever, male or female, has ever delivered it to me. Sheโ€™s so fucking marked by yours truly.

Well, Iโ€™m a bad boy and fights and all that for me are small change. Iโ€™m fucking trained to be a deadly asset since I was five. None has the ability to fuck me, no matter the army I need to face. I am 19, but Iโ€™m worse than a trained General in his late forties. But yes, this side of my life is kept in the shadows.

In the limelight, Iโ€™m a billionaire, now orphan, kid, with responsibilities in over 200 businesses. Iโ€™m taught in everything since a young age. I deal with Seniors as the Alpha Iโ€™ve been brought up to be. They donโ€™t see my age when doing business, as they canโ€™t walk over me. My uncle Rick is only a pawn and my right hand to deal with the small stuff. Iโ€™m my late fatherโ€™s son and Iโ€™m already surpassing him with my all. He would be proudโ€ฆ. Like my momโ€ฆ. Anyways.

And yes, I look at face as my age, for the youth part, but in body Iโ€™m like Gill, towering and buffed. It comes from the intensive training and all I had and have on that side. Iโ€™m a fucking bull. Ha-ha!

But this little, cheeky Ashton doesnโ€™t give a damn on all that and sheโ€™s challenging me as I can seeโ€ฆ. Weโ€™ll see to that. Mmmโ€ฆ. Oh yesโ€ฆ.

Yeah, sheโ€™s one hot, sexy little thing, with some hellish balls to go against me, and her jade eyes are so yummy. Sheโ€™s got the gaze of a fighter and a winner on top of that. Sheโ€™s got no string of weakness in her and doesnโ€™t give a fuck sheโ€™s not on same level with the entire set of people here. Iโ€™ll have my people run a background check on her and see her real life and social status. If Gill said she did impressive, sheโ€™s indeed a nerdy one. Well, she wouldnโ€™t have been accepted here if she wasnโ€™t.

We do accept super brainy kids on scholarship, regardless of their social status. But they do need to prove it. It takes some months for the process of that scholarship to be approved. Yet the life of that accepted kid in here? Well, letโ€™s say some, if not all, of my peers donโ€™t go well with the low-level people. They have issues.

I donโ€™t have issues with that, against my bad boy Alpha nature. I do know real life as Iโ€™ve been taught. So, I never really look down on someone below my status, but yes, I do act like a brat and bad boy, to see what that person is made of. If you donโ€™t break in front of me and prove youโ€™re of strong essence? Youโ€™re upgrading in my circle at some point.

โ€œGill is acting strange, Dylan. Never seen him like that with a female student. He never takes interest or shows protection, no matter the issues.โ€ Sasha whispers at my back.

Both my best friends since we were kids, Sasha Walton and Martin Cavanaugh, are behind me. Weโ€™re mostly inseparable, like brothers. And in same class, yes.

Sasha is of Russian origins and Martin is a pure American breed. Both their parents are billionaires, but theyโ€™re not at my level and familyโ€™s. Theyโ€™re same age as me, 19. Our families have always been in tight relationships, like an extended family. They all are loyal to my family and to me. Both their dads are under me in businesses, yeah. I took it all from my dad, and they are under my orders. Yeah, well.

Sasha and Martin are my built and handsome as well, with Sasha having green-blue eyes and a dark chocolate hair, and Martin with some emerald eyes and a Swedish blonde hair. They both sport some trendy haircuts and dressed like me in suits.

Iโ€™m silent, like them now, all three listening to the convo inside. No, his office is in an L-shape and the door isnโ€™t in sight for one of them to notice itโ€™s a bit open. And his secretary is out of office at the Principal.

โ€œYour uncle had a long talk with me last night and he told me about the loss of your parents, Miss Ashton.โ€

What? She has lost her parents as wellโ€ฆ. I know the pain on thatโ€ฆ.

I sigh and shake my head as my heart remembers when the news of my parentsโ€™ assassination hit in a full death of my soulโ€ฆ.

โ€œAnd he said youโ€™ve got some anger management issues because of that and to be understanding, because youโ€™re acting based on your pain. He told me I wonโ€™t have problems with you with your studies, but you have trouble in accommodating with the change of guardianship as he wasnโ€™t present in your life, and with this entire change of schools in your last year.โ€

Silence from her.

Sheโ€™s hit with itโ€ฆ. Iโ€™m sorry for your lossโ€ฆ.

โ€œMiss Ashton?โ€ Heโ€™s in a worried voice.

She clears her throat.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry, Mr. Gill. Donโ€™t worry. Iโ€™m fine. As I said earlier, Iโ€™m a tough cookie. Nothing puts me down. The anger management issues are indeed a coping system, but again, donโ€™t worry, Iโ€™m never a bully. So, you shouldnโ€™t expect such behavior from me. But yes, when Iโ€™m provoked and someone crosses boundaries with me or someone innocent gets bullied, I do react by instinct. But Iโ€™ve never killed someone. Ha-ha! Thank you again for your support, sir. May I go to class now? Iโ€™m going to be late for it. Mr. Gill?โ€

Yeah, sheโ€™s in a relaxed and nothing is wrong with her voice, and Henry is now reigned by silence.

โ€œYes. You may go now, Miss Ashton. Donโ€™t forget that you can always come to me if something bothers you.โ€

โ€œThank you, sir. Nothing will bother me. Donโ€™t worry. Iโ€™m chilled in everything there is out thereโ€ฆ. Have a great day, Mr. Gill.โ€ Sheโ€™s approaching the door and I shut it and take my boys and walk to the other side having our backs at the place.

Chilled in everything out there, huh? I wonderโ€ฆ.

I have a smirk on my face.

She opens the door and shuts it at her back, strolling to the other side. But she does murmur somethingโ€ฆ.

โ€œIโ€™ll so punch you one of these days if you continue with that fucking stare at meโ€ฆ. And my Uncle? Oh! Iโ€™ll fucking kill him tonightโ€ฆ.โ€

Me and my boys turn our heads at her words and sheโ€™s distancing to the other side of the hallway, walking like a badass, now taking the stairs in a running manner.

โ€œIโ€™ll be damn, Dylan. Never seen one like this one.โ€ Martin crosses his arms, beaming.

โ€œI think I love her, Dylanโ€ฆ.โ€ Sasha. โ€œOuch!โ€ I slap the back of his head with a bull stare at him.

โ€œSheโ€™s mine, fucker. But Iโ€™ll have some punishments to deliver before thatโ€ฆ.โ€ I smirk, looking at the stairs where sheโ€™s no more.

Sheโ€™s marked and taken. Sheโ€™s specialโ€ฆ. And we have similar stories and personalitiesโ€ฆ. Yeahโ€ฆ. Iโ€™ll see her entire person once Iโ€™ll have her files in my hands.

I fish out my phone and text my uncleโ€ฆ.

โ€˜Rebecca Ashton. New transfer student. All files on her. Need them when I reach home. And give a go to the business I had for five today. I read it and signed it. You go and make the deal. Iโ€™m busy today.โ€™

And he texts back while Iโ€™m with the boys walking to my class.

โ€˜Okay, son. Whatโ€™s with the Ashton girl? Never heard of you getting interested in a girl from thereโ€ฆ. Alright. Iโ€™ll have it. Talk later on the girl when at home.โ€™

Yeah, never. But she fucking slapped meโ€ฆ. Ha-ha!

Next three classes we have in different rooms, so I donโ€™t get to see her. But I have boys which share same classes with her there and they keep me posted. It seems that Rona, the queen of the high school, has set her bitchy eyes on her and sheโ€™s acting on her.

Rona Gavarez is the daughter of the Gavarez Group. They have business in media all over the world. Sheโ€™s the queen as sheโ€™s considered the hottest girl in this high school and the fantasy of all boys. Yeah, Iโ€™m the most popular and handsome and all that, and sheโ€™s my counterpart in here. That fucking crazy bitchโ€ฆ.

No, Iโ€™ve never got involved with no girl from here. I fuck in other places, and never to show who I was with. Itโ€™s never the same girl. I donโ€™t do girlfriends. Never did.

Rona is like a Victoria Secret model, a hot element, with assets, some green eyes and long, curly red hair. But as personality, sheโ€™s an authentic bitch and the bad side of being a queen. She loathes poor people, and she harasses all girls under her. Even her best friends, Gabrielle and Jennifer, get her bad side, many times. And yes, sheโ€™s forever trying to become my woman and future wife. Her and her family clan. No fucking way for that to ever happen.

Yet, I never interfere in her games or whatever she does with others. Itโ€™s her own business. I just react when she oversteps limits when it comes to me. Sheโ€™s so damn clingyโ€ฆ. I fucking hate being touched and approached like that by any girl or woman out there. If I want you, Iโ€™ll be the one to approach you, not the other way around. If you do that, youโ€™re not worthy of my fucking attention. Oh yeah, Iโ€™m one with high, very high standards.

And yes, Ronaโ€™s family was close to mine, and still is, but I kind of cut them off at some lengths because of her and her parentsโ€™ want to merge in business as an official couple once we reach 21. Contracted marriage, yes. Well, who the fuck doesnโ€™t want me as their son-in-law? All business owners with a daughter at their door. Iโ€™m fucking hunted from all corners for that. Oh yes, against being 19, the marriage proposals are flooding since I turned 18. And since my parentsโ€™ deaths, when I took in my hands everything and theyโ€™ve all seen Iโ€™m fiercer and more prolific than even my dad was, that flooding is fucking tripledโ€ฆ.

I text back Valentine, another buddy of mine and classmate, whoโ€™s in same class with her now.

Me: โ€œWhat is that bitch doing to her?โ€

Valentine: โ€œHer usual bullying. She mocked her on her car and that sheโ€™s a gold digger coming here. Same old. And that youโ€™re hers. You knowโ€ฆ.โ€

I twist my lips and frown on my phone. No, I can do whatever I want during a class. They know that Iโ€™m with distributive attention for the class and that if Iโ€™m on my phone it means Iโ€™m conducting business. Theyโ€™re all my fucking employees and I have the legal right to fire anyone I fucking wantโ€ฆ.

Me: โ€œAnd how did Ashton react?โ€

Valentine: โ€œShe didnโ€™t answer. She just sat on her chair, plugged her headsets with music, and started reading from a book. Ha-ha! The title of the book is โ€˜Anger Management Tipsโ€™! All bolded and in red color! Ha-ha!โ€

Sheโ€™s smart indeedโ€ฆ. Oh manโ€ฆ. This little Ashtonโ€ฆ. Ha-ha! Mmmโ€ฆ.

I grin at my phone and I picture Ronaโ€™s bitchy, fuming, and loser grimace. Ha-ha!

Before I reply to him, my phone receives a text message from my uncle, and I open it.

Rick: โ€œSon? Read this. Sheโ€™s an agent, infiltrated in there.โ€

I tilt my eyebrows and blink twice.

What? An agent? But sheโ€™s a fucking teenโ€ฆ.

I continue reading the message.

Rick: โ€œI took further the background check from the high schoolโ€™s files and found out. Sheโ€™s 24, one of the best agents worldwide from her agency. Sheโ€™s active since before turning 19, when her folks died. Her dad was an agent, a respected one. His peers took her in as she had been previously trained. Sheโ€™s having no other family members. Her now Uncle is in fact her direct boss from there. Sheโ€™s there because of the mafia threats you know of and sheโ€™s assigned to get the lead of the head doing business, whack him, and halt the danger around the students. And I contacted her boss just now to tell me whatโ€™s the meaning of all this, and he said sheโ€™s needed in there because of what they have as a case. They didnโ€™t want to tell us because theyโ€™ve been suspecting even me as being involved. He said sheโ€™s a rebel and sheโ€™ll get to the bottom of it, and for me to not interfere if I donโ€™t want a full search and legal consequences. You have her full intel in your email. Lengthy file as an agent, sonโ€ฆ. And sheโ€™s so damn hot, sonโ€ฆ. Ha-ha!โ€

24? But she doesnโ€™t look like 24โ€ฆ. And sheโ€™sโ€ฆ. I meanโ€ฆ. What the fuck? Ashton is not โ€˜littleโ€™? Sheโ€™s older than me? You have never killed, huh? Ohโ€ฆ. This little Ashtonโ€ฆ. Weโ€™ll seeโ€ฆ.

Iโ€™m fuming over my phone for the audacity that little Ashton has to lie her way inside of my proprieties and to be what she is, and Iโ€™m so damn heating up right now! My heart is in punches! And the punishment?! OH BOY! Iโ€™LL BE MERCILESS!

I open the attachment with all her intel and start reading with some bull stares and a heaving chest, to discover what MY angel goddess really isโ€ฆ. Oh yes, I said sheโ€™s mine. But Iโ€™m more challenged than before against her. OH! FUCK YES! ITโ€™S FUCKING WAR!

Letโ€™s see who my baby agent isโ€ฆ. Hmmmโ€ฆ. Oh really? Iโ€™ll show you badass and rebelโ€ฆ. You havenโ€™t met me yetโ€ฆ. But you willโ€ฆ. Oh! War, honeyโ€ฆ. Warโ€ฆ. Sweet warโ€ฆ. Iโ€™ll be damnโ€ฆ. Sheโ€™s special indeedโ€ฆ. Look at thisโ€ฆ. Sheโ€™s got same fucking training as Iโ€™ve had and sheโ€™s able to deal with fuckers as I doโ€ฆ. But I do more than that, baby. Iโ€™m the fucker I amโ€ฆ. War! Muhahaha!

Chapter 3 – But I Have Such A Bad Feeling About Thisโ€ฆ

Dylan

Iโ€™m all updated on my baby agent now. Sheโ€™s a fucking millionaire in reality and indeed has some heavy balls in her all. Even her car is one latest model. This little Ashton of mineโ€ฆ.

No, Sasha and Martin donโ€™t know anything on this side about her, though theyโ€™ve asked me whatโ€™s wrong when I was reading her files during class. Iโ€™m keeping it a secret. And I texted my uncle to tell her boss that both me and my uncle donโ€™t know about her cover and that sheโ€™s safe in here on that. That we wonโ€™t interfere in their business here. I wonโ€™t interfere my assโ€ฆ. But thatโ€™s another story. I want to see her balls as high as possible to gasp for myself her true side.

My uncle replied that he took care of that and her boss said that in hell he wouldnโ€™t have told her or, my ass would be constantly sent to the wall or on the ground by her. Ha-ha! She has no double standards for who I am, he said, and I would be fucked. He needs her to contain herself, knowing Iโ€™m not aware of things. I so fucking smirked on that. Ha-ha! Ohโ€ฆ. Sweet warโ€ฆ.

Gill? Iโ€™ll let him manifest to be sure if itโ€™s what Iโ€™m thinking or not. Iโ€™m not a fucker and I never fire someone or punish just because I have the power to do it. Iโ€™ll see when the time comes whatโ€™s all this about. But Iโ€™m sure heโ€™s into herโ€ฆ. As a womanโ€ฆ. Iโ€™ll so fuck him when the time comes.

I enter in the canteen, which is like a VVIP restaurant, with Sasha and Martin at my sides. I already know sheโ€™s in here. I always have my intelโ€ฆ.

Whereโ€™s my little Ashton? Ronaโ€™s voiceโ€ฆ. She must be all over my baby agentโ€ฆ. The bitch never gives upโ€ฆ.

I groan a bit and walk to the side of the canteen from where Ronaโ€™s voice is splashing the horizonโ€ฆ.

โ€œYou just stay there and say nothing? Iโ€™m talking to you!โ€

โ€œDamnโ€ฆ. Sheโ€™s hysterical as never before, Dylan.โ€ Sashaโ€™s disturbed voice from my right.

โ€œSheโ€™s challenged as she wants a scandal and sheโ€™s not getting it.โ€ Martin chuckles.

Weโ€™re now having the sight of the scene. My little Ashton is munching from a green apple, with her headsets on, with her back on the chair, leg crossed on the other, reading from her book. Ha-ha! Sheโ€™s alone at that table, and Rona with her other two bitches are standing, all growling at her that they donโ€™t get a retaliation or full submission.

But my baby goddess now speaks upon turning the page, without looking at them. The entire crowd is silent and with eyes on the scandal.

โ€œMove your bottom from here, Gavarez. I donโ€™t give a single damn on you, your friends, or your precious Davidson. Stop considering me a rival, babe. Heโ€™s so ugly and just a brat before me. You can have him all you want. Now, stop polluting the air around me. End of talk.โ€

Iโ€™m ugly and just a brat before you, huh? Ohโ€ฆ. War, babyโ€ฆ. Warโ€ฆ. She can have me all she wants, huh? Wait for your punishments, baby agent. Iโ€™m so bad. Youโ€™ll see how bad I am, honey.

Iโ€™m shoving my hands in my pockets, with my head a bit at my right, and with some hawk eyes at her, inching her face and her all with my stare. Martin and Sasha chuckle at her words about me.

โ€œShe has some nerve, Dylan. Ha-ha! God, I love herโ€ฆ.โ€ Sasha. I contain slapping his head againโ€ฆ.

Iโ€™ll kill you laterโ€ฆ. Iโ€™ve got main issues with my bratty Ashton right now.

โ€œWhat did you say?! Heโ€™s ugly and a brat?!โ€ Rona is now revolted as she has offended her precious. โ€œHow dare you?! I donโ€™t consider you a rival! Look at you! How can you be a rival compared to me?!โ€ Sheโ€™s gesturing at my baby in her anger euphoria.

Oh, that fucking bitch has no fucking limitsโ€ฆ. Look at you, huh? Manโ€ฆ. Iโ€™ll kill her as wellโ€ฆ. Later.

My baby agent shuts her book, places it on the table, pops her headsets from her ears, and now finally tilts her eyes at Rona.

โ€œItโ€™s show time now, Dylan. Ha-ha! Manโ€ฆ. Sheโ€™s got some criminal eyes at Ronaโ€ฆ.โ€ Martin.

โ€œVery true, Gavarez. Thatโ€™s why Iโ€™m wondering, really squeezing my brain to understand, why acting like this? If Iโ€™m not a rival, why wasting your time? Donโ€™t you need to polish your nails or something? Maybe eat a leaf of salad? Stop getting angry, honey. Itโ€™s bad for your face. You get wrinkles from that, love. So Iโ€™ve read somewhereโ€ฆ.โ€ Sheโ€™s packing her stuff in her bag and stands up to go. Sheโ€™s shaking her head with a genuine smile.

Oh, babyโ€ฆ. So mineโ€ฆ.

Rona is at kettle point.

โ€œYou! How dare you?! Donโ€™t you walk away from me! Iโ€™m not done with you! Iโ€™ll MAKE YOUR LIFE A LIVING HELL!โ€

โ€œMy fucking life is already a living Hellโ€ฆ. You donโ€™t want to taste it, babe.โ€ Sheโ€™s walking away and speaks in a low voice with a smirk.

Sweet warโ€ฆ. Come, babyโ€ฆ. Come here, baby agentโ€ฆ.

Iโ€™m with my Alpha stare at her and my entire body is on fire. Sheโ€™s approaching my spot with her eyes lowered to the floor to ignore everyone. Rona is still shouting at her back from that table, calling her names now. But everyone is ignoring Rona as they see little Ashton approaching me and theyโ€™re halting their breaths because of it.

And how I am towering and Martin and Sasha at my sides, weโ€™re blocking the way for her to pass to the exit. She stops in her tracks with a sigh. Iโ€™m chewing from my left cheek and sheโ€™s bobbing her head still with a lowered stare to the floor.

โ€œFucking bratsโ€ฆ. Oh, I hate high schoolโ€ฆ. Step aside.โ€

And Rona from behindโ€ฆ.

โ€œDylan! She spoke bad of you! Will you allow her to do that?! She doesnโ€™t know her place!โ€

Iโ€™m with my eyes on my baby and sheโ€™s twisting her lips in a growl.

Ohโ€ฆ. The rebel babyโ€ฆ. Sheโ€™s chargingโ€ฆ. Ha-ha! Sheโ€™s so damn deliciousโ€ฆ. I want to kiss herโ€ฆ.

โ€œI donโ€™t know my placeโ€ฆ. Dylan boy. Step aside before I show her how precious you are, honey. Letโ€™s play nice for a change.โ€

โ€œAnd if I donโ€™t want to step aside, whatโ€™s the show about, Ashton?โ€

She tilts those burning jade eyes at me, contracting her jawline. Sheโ€™s controlling to not do something. I can see that. Weโ€™re in a lock of stares and Iโ€™m in my emperor one with a smirk on my face.

Oh yeahโ€ฆ. Youโ€™re marked and taken. Donโ€™t think Iโ€™m just a โ€˜boyโ€™, little Ashton. You really donโ€™t know me, babe.

โ€œWhy donโ€™t we calm down, Davidson? Sheโ€™s a new student here, man.โ€ Ivan Leron, a mafia son, stands up from his table and comes to us.

Heโ€™s in a biker outfit, handsome, almost same built as me, with brown eyes, and his black hair styled at his back. Heโ€™s a bad boy as well. Iโ€™m with my eyes on him since last year. Heโ€™s on my suspects list for the mafia business Ashton was sent here. Yeah, heโ€™s one year under us.

Iโ€™m still in a lock of lunatic stares with my baby agent.

โ€œMake way, Davidson.โ€ She throws her chin at me with a growl in her eyes.

No string of emotion at my sight and she keeps her stare into mine in war. Ohโ€ฆ. What Iโ€™ll do to youโ€ฆ. Mmmโ€ฆ.

โ€œIvan? Go back to your seat if you donโ€™t want me to give you another lesson, man.โ€ Iโ€™m still in a war of stares with my yummy baby.

He goes silent, but his raging breathing and rabid stare are on me. He knows his place before me. No, he doesnโ€™t walk away. For he has spoken for her, it means he takes her under his protection. Heโ€™s interested in my baby. He never does it for someone. Sheโ€™s a first.

Her phone rings in her jacket and she sighs in frustration and takes it out to answer.

โ€œJesus Christ and my fucking lifeโ€ฆ. Yes? Yes. I see. No. Iโ€™ll come outside in a minute. Yeah. Fine.โ€ Sheโ€™s forcing her exit between me and Sasha and steps away. โ€œIโ€™m still having classes till four.โ€ Sheโ€™s distancing with angry steps to the main door, and weโ€™re turned around at her.

Oh! This little Ashton is so asking for itโ€ฆ.

Ivan walks past me with a mad dog stare, going after her.

โ€œDylan! You just let her walk away like that! She offended both you and me!โ€ Rona is yelling in the back.

Shut up, bitch.

Iโ€™m walking after Ivan and her.

โ€œDylan!โ€

Oh! I canโ€™t stand that annoying voice of hers!

Yes, Sasha and Martin are after me. Iโ€™m boiling in my all and I think Iโ€™ll beat the shit out of Ivan. It wouldnโ€™t be the first timeโ€ฆ.

When we reach outside, sheโ€™s with a biker, a young one. Heโ€™s showing her something on his phone. Heโ€™s come here with a last model bike. Heโ€™s a bit worried in stare at her while sheโ€™s reading on the phone. Iโ€™m at the top of the stairs with Martin and Sasha and Ivan is in the middle of the staircase. Weโ€™re all watching them.

โ€œWhat?! When did this happen, Michael? Godโ€ฆ.โ€ Sheโ€™s scrolling on the phone.

I furrow my brows as sheโ€™s between revolted and pained. Heโ€™s apologetic in stare.

What happened?

โ€œTwo hours agoโ€ฆ. Iโ€™m sorryโ€ฆ.โ€

โ€œTwo hours? Itโ€™s still time thenโ€ฆ.โ€ She throws him the phone and then her bag, grabs the helmet from the bike and shoves it on her head, and then hops on the bike, turning on the engine.

What is she doing?! Where are you going?! No, you donโ€™t! What the fuck has happened?!

โ€œBecca! Itโ€™s too late now! Even you canโ€™t do anything about it! Becca!โ€ Heโ€™s shouting after her, but sheโ€™s with the bike in a stunt, driving away in full speed, like a pro biker.

โ€œWhat is all that about? Manโ€ฆ. Iโ€™ve never seen a girl with a bike like thatโ€ฆ. Sheโ€™s somethingโ€ฆ.โ€ Sasha.

The guy calls someone, staring at her how she drives through the gate. Iโ€™m fucking fumingโ€ฆ.

โ€œSheโ€™s going there. I couldnโ€™t stop herโ€ฆ. Send a car for me. She took my bike. Yes, sir. I donโ€™t know. She said she still has classes till four. Yes. I see. Alright. Iโ€™ll inform the school for you.โ€ He ends the call and when he turns around, he bumps his eyes into mine and he tilts a brow in surprise. Iโ€™m a fucking bull.

โ€œWhere did Ashton go, Michael?โ€

โ€œMr. Davidsonโ€ฆ.โ€

He knows meโ€ฆ.

โ€œSay.โ€ I throw my chin at him.

He clears his throat.

โ€œSheโ€™s having a family problem andโ€ฆshe always does that. Iโ€™m her cousin. Excuse me. I need to go inside and inform the school about her absence for the day.โ€ He nods and inches to the stairs.

Her cousin, huh? Sheโ€™s going to something dangerous for sureโ€ฆ. Fuckโ€ฆ.

Ivan is following Michael with his stare, analyzing the situation. He now moves his fucker stare at me.

โ€œSheโ€™s mine, Dylan. Stop playing with her and keep that bitch away from her.โ€ He twists his head with those bull eyes at me. โ€œFor her, weโ€™re game on, man. And I wonโ€™t lose this time. Iโ€™ve got all the motivation I need.โ€ He winks and turns around to go back inside.

Youโ€™re so fucked, buddy. But I have something to do firstโ€ฆ. Baby Ashton is my priority for the moment.

I ignore the fucker and take out my phone to call my men.

โ€œCome and take me. Iโ€™m in front of the main entrance.โ€ I end the call, twisting my lips and narrowing my killer stare at Ivanโ€™s back.

โ€œLet him be, Dylan. Heโ€™s just barking like last time. He knows heโ€™s no match to you. Where are you going? Do you have business?โ€ Martin is at my right and asks me.

Yeah. Iโ€™ve got business with little Ashtonโ€ฆ. Sheโ€™ll have a surpriseโ€ฆ. A hot oneโ€ฆ. But I have such a bad feeling about thisโ€ฆ. Like something so bad is going to happen with my baby agentโ€ฆ. FUCK! Itโ€™s same feeling I had with mom and dadโ€ฆ. JESUS CHRIST! Pleaseโ€ฆ. Be it a wrong feelingโ€ฆ. Donโ€™t go valid. I beg of youโ€ฆ. God? Please, keep her safeโ€ฆ. Sheโ€™s mine. Donโ€™t take her from me like you did with mom and dadโ€ฆ.

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(Chapter 1-3) Ch. 1 – You Damn Brat; Ch. 2 – I’ll Show You Badass And Rebel…; Ch. 3 – But I Have Such A Bad Feeling About This…
Chapter 4 โ€“ I Do Love Herโ€ฆ
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Chapter 7 โ€“ Iโ€™ll See You Soonโ€ฆ
Chapter 8 โ€“ Kill Me And Letโ€™s Get Over With
Chapter 9 โ€“ Think Again, F*cker
Chapter 10 โ€“ Iโ€™ve Never Believed Iโ€™d Do Such A Thing With Anyone!
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Chapter 14 โ€“ F*cking War Youโ€™ve Asked, F*cking War Youโ€™ll F*cking Get!
Chapter 15 โ€“ One Is The Angel, The Other Is The F*cking Devil
Chapter 16 โ€“ People Are Fed Up With Darkness, They Want The Light
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