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Ashan, Leon, and Konstantin all burst out laughing. Konstantin shook his head. Glancing at Leon, he replied, smirking. “It seems like trouble. I think I’ll stick to playing in the bundle. Seems safer, don’t you think? Look at what you guys went through. Nope, I don’t want any part of that.”

This made me chuckle as well. “Damn, that hurts.” I spouted, holding my side. “I almost forgot I was stabbed. Thanks for the reminder.”

“All done,” the doctor said, collecting his things. “If you notice coloration or swelling, please give me a call,” he added before leaving.

Ashan poured us a stiff drink before we headed back down to see where the ladies had gone. We found them in the dining hall. They were seated in one of the booths at the back, and the doctor was there.

I listened as he gave Alyssa instructions on drinking her meds. He handed the prescription to Mila and told her to ensure Alyssa took them as directed. He nodded at me as he came out of the booth and left.

“Right then,” I said, stepping inside. “Time to go, ladies.”

After saying our goodbyes to Ashan and Cindy, we headed home. For the next two weeks, we would nurse each other back to health. Once that is done, we can focus on family and work.

Chapter 27 - Alyssa

The spy jobs I’ve been doing have become like second nature. I knew all the ins and outs now that I’ve been doing it for a year. Although I had to admit, I was still learning from Mila. I have grown so much with the support of Piotr and the organization.

They now fully trust me to allow me to do spy missions solo. My preferred spy wear, or rather attire, had become a tight-fitting black leather jumpsuit. I also wore a pair of long black boots with it.

For this mission, I decided to wear my hair loose. It had grown quite long over the year. The leather jumpsuit made my ass look firm and grabbable. Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t resist smiling. The top of the suit pressed my breasts up against each other, displaying my cleavage prominently.

Piotr grinned as I exited the house and walked over to where he was waiting on his bike. “My, my, my,” he said. “Do you need a ride, pretty thing?”

“Well,” I responded, dragging my hand across his chest as I got on the back. “I might need one a little later.”

He chuckled as he drove to the building in the warehouse district. It was suspected that illegal weapons were being smuggled through there. My job was to distract while Piotr confirmed. It seemed easy enough. He was to get in, check it out, and leave. I was to attract attention.

Piotr parked up the block, not wanting to be too close that he could be spotted. I got off and walked up the block to the driveway. Stopping at the bottom, I surveyed the area. All appeared quiet, so I headed up to the main entrance.

As I got closer, I saw there were only two guards outside. They noticed me instantly as I got closer. Glancing at each other it appeared as if they weren’t sure if they should stop me or not. As I got a couple of steps from them, the tall bald guy raised his gun.

The other man looked about half his age and had a full head of hair. He was also noticeably shorter and had a soft look on his face.

“Hi, guys,” I said in a sweet, low voice, raising my hands. “I don’t want trouble. Please don’t shoot.”

They looked at each other again. The bald guy with his gun raised stepped forward. “You’re not allowed here.”

“I’m a bit lost and not sure how to get back to town,” I replied, flipping my hair. “Does either of you have a map? Or if you could give me directions, I would appreciate it.”

“You are quite far from town!” The bald man spat at me.

“How did you get all this way out of town without noticing where you were going?” The younger, muscular man asked. He spoke softer, and I could see lust flickering in his eyes.

“Well,” I replied, flickering my eyes and swaying my hips. “I was driving to town, and my car’s fuel light came on…” The younger man also stepped towards me as I spoke; his focus was on my hips and not my words. “I saw a sign that said there was a fuel depot a few miles up on this road. So, I decided to see if they could assist.”

“I thought you said you were lost!” The bold man spat before I could complete my explanation.

Placing my weight onto one leg, I lifted the other one slightly. Pushing my hair behind my ear, I smiled at the younger man. “I am lost as I don’t know where I am.” Glancing down the road, I added. “Also, I seem to be out of fuel.”

Looking back at the two men, I took another step forward. Pushing out my chest and smiling, I continued. “I’m looking for some fuel if you have any to spare.”

The shorter guy walked over to me. “What’s your name, miss?”

“My name is Ashley.” I smiled and touched his shoulder.

“We might have some fuel inside. I will have a look for you,” he said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“You will do no such thing.” The bald guy spat, stepping between us. “You get out of here before things get ugly.” He added, pushing the other guy back.

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