A Tale Of Two Spies

" He said what?! I should find him and kick his ass right now!" Avriel pursed her crimson lips together, narrowing her eyes at me over her coffee mug. A few annoyed eyes from the tables nearby wandered towards our tucked away corner booth.

"Shhh ....keep your voice down. And I already handled it. The floor security had to pry me off of him."

"That's my girl." She smiled, gently patting my hand. Avriel was one of the only people on the planet that I knew I could 100% trust. On more than one occasion she had kicked major ass for me.....but hey, that's what big sisters were for.

"He's so difficult to work with, and not just because of 'us' either. He's just morphed into some sort of cocky asshole." I dramatically rolled my eyes, clicking my fingers against the rough wooden tabletop.

As if summoned, the air around us was soon filled with the familiar scent of Mountain Fresh laundry detergent and red licorice. I could make out a hint of his peppery aftershave as Zayn's warm breath snaked down my spine.

"Cocky asshole, aye?"

I watched as Avriel's face set in a thin line, her knuckles becoming white rimmed as she dug her fingernails mercilessly into her palm.

"Give me the word Carter, and I will beat his fucking leather ass right here in front of everybody." She sneered, staring at him through slanted eyes. I glanced up at Zayn's smiling figure. An unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth while his arm draped lazily over the top of our booth.

"And hello to you too Avri." He smirked. I felt Avriel tense under the table and I wanted nothing more than to let her off the leash.

"Avriel, could you give us a minute?" I flashed her a look through clenched teeth and she nodded at me.

"I was gonna go get another coffee anyways." She added, smashing her shoulder into Zayn's as she passed him. He effortlessly slid in to the now vacant spot across from me, resting his head in his hands and grinned towards me across the small space.

"Your sister's a crazy bitch!"

"It runs in the family. Want me to show you first hand?"

Zayn chuckled, but backed off, sending a glance in Avriel's direction.

"I'm sorry but I missed the part where I invited you over, so wanna enlighten me why you're here?"

"Because, according to you it's time to get serious about this mission. And I don't think Ron is very sure about us. Even now he has babysitters watching us." He motioned his head over to the bar, where a young woman sat reading a romance novel.

"Babysitter?" I repeated. He nodded again, pulling a rectangular device from his pocket.

"It notifies me of any person within 50 feet of me wearing more "gadgets" than the average person."

I watched as the red dot on the screen flickered on and off in the spot where the woman was sitting and another pinpointing a man across the room. I ran a hand across the screen and Zayn pulled it back.

"Nuh-uh Carty. Big boy toys, okay?"

I made an annoyed face, but reluctantly slid my fingers away from him.

"You really need to quit with all this "big boy" stuff. I fought your ass once and I can't wait for the opportunity to do it again."

"Ahhhhh yes Carty. But it isn't like you escaped without damage..." A slender hand snaked across the table, and I recoiled as his two fingers jabbed my sore side. I practically grated my teeth against each other, flicking a damp tongue over my quickly chapping lips.

"We should probably meet somewhere a bit more secluded then, yeah?" I dryly chuckled, flinging my thin satchel strap across my shoulder. Zayn nodded, cigarette bobbing frantically as he nodded his head.

"Your place or mine?" The deep sensual effect coating his voice mad my stomach clench, but I managed to match his sexy stare with one of my own, noting as he visibly swallowed.

"Mine sweet stuff." I taunted. I sauntered over to the cashier desk, linking an arm through Avriel's shiny black blazer.

"Do I need to reinforce any laws?" She eagerly whispered, pointing a sharp pink nail near Zayn's cheek.

"Thanks honey bunches, but we've got this." He mocked, jabbing her own cheek with his thumb. Avriel turned on her heels towards the door, hips swinging with plenty of attitude as I slid my debit card to the woman.

"Your sister really is hot...." Zayn whispered, rubbing his protruding pants zipper near my thigh. I grabbed a cup of a ice water sitting next to the register, sending the woman an apologetic glance before dumping it all on Zayn's head.

"Take a cold shower, prick."

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