Guarded by desire: Meeting agent Weller

e's

s like something out of a nightmare, and it was

snapped it out of his pocket and began beating my already-broken boyfriend with it after one of the guys pulled out a metal-looking object similar to what the police had. In his arm, I could hear the bones

d, "Run." As he groaned, he clenched his jaw tigh

act that I like you says a lot about how much I care about you. My

pressed his fingers into the small of my back. « Jan

touched him, he screamed. My legs felt weak as I listened to the sound of his agonizing sobs. Sam stood there looking horrified as John wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck while Sam

ur girlfriend and hearing her scream for you." Even though he was probably in indescribable pain, Sam's head snapped up and his eyes filled with hatred

r boyfriend, please do so now. John leaned

ver, please leave us alone so that I can seek assist

spered, "I l

ard, John managed to pin me against him. My mind couldn't even process what was about to happen because it happened so quickly that I cou

it had to be the worst dream I'd ever had in my entire life. I couldn't take it any longer and needed to get up. Because it only sounded for a couple of seconds dur

reaking into a million pieces. As the two men's hands left Sam's body and he began to fall, I saw Sam'

f my life as I looked down. Not so for me, unfortunately. My tears streamed down my face as I leaned over the railing and peered through them to view the most horrifying scene I had ever witnes

p; he wouldn't have survived that given the thrashing he'd taken just moments before. " I coul

I was hyperventilating and fighting to take a deep breath. So I sank into a puddle of my own vomit since my legs w

oing to work out. As a result of my actions, he'd perished. This was a foolish club, and now he was no lon

n my field of view. I was about to pass out; I could feel the emptiness swelling inside

ating for me. Without him, I couldn't bear the thought of living a life. I wa

shing my leg over the railing, I kept my gaze straight ahead. My quiet pleading went something like this: "Please let me die." I prepared to jump by closing my eyes. Sudden

the air began to move about me an

ng?" This is really unnecessary." Right be

t We

though I was dressed in full S.W.A.T. gear, the scorching noon heat was pounding down on me, and I was wearing over a dozen pockets on my black army-st

me?" Oh my f**king God, I'm going to die! With his tee

he buffet," I joked back. When Nick looked across to our commanding officer, he was greeted with a smile. He got to his feet as if on cue, and he smiled. murmured, "W

en Officer Roman looked at me and Nick with pride, he stated, "those of you who graduated in th

t place. It wasn't something that happened very frequently, and you were only offered it if your reputation was well-known in high-ranking positions in the organization. Accordi

new that wouldn't be the case. A minimum of 10 years of field experience was required for admission to the squad. Normally, they only had openings when someone died or

f stale sandwiches and potato chips for them to enjoy. There was no saving on costs. The fact that my whole grad

to the pair. He took a seat behind his desk and beckoned for us to take a seat next to him. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but smile. His voic

ring to!" Nick yelled, leaping out of his chair and punch