Chapter 4-Rogue P1

Williams’ POV

I got home at 6:00 PM but my mind was for some reason set on Misha. I knew her for a couple of days but something was so intriguing about this girl I just could not put my finger on it. I think it’s because I like foreign girls, I find them exotic, otherwise I could not explain my attraction towards her. Rosa, my fiancée is from Mexico and we first met at a friends’ engagement party. I loved her curves, the way she was dancing and her effervescent nature so after a couple of drinks we got to my place and fucked like rabbits. Since then we were inseparable, mainly because I spent most of my time at work and after I came home, I loved to find my woman cooking for me and satisfying my dirty needs. She was not an absolute beauty, at least not in my vision. She had short black hair, voluptuous lips and brown eyes but her generous ass and small breasts classified her in the typical description of a Latina woman. I was picky when it came to women as my female work colleagues were mostly Americans and my interest towards them was minimal. It’s like a dish you ate too many times and now you’re sick and tired of it but considering my relationship with Rosa, things were going into the same direction. She was becoming predictable, dull and didn’t take care of herself as much as she did at the beginning of our relationship. I asked her to marry me after her father died as I saw her struggling with depression, anxiety and knowing that our relationship meant a lot to her. Her father would have wanted that since she was part of a traditional Mexican family where customs are not to be ignored.

Misha on the other hand was so innocent but had a fire in her that made me hard every time I thought about it. The fact that I’ve hurt her made me realize that I was not such a good person as I pretended to be. The moment I told her about my fiancée and saw her reaction my first instinct was to hold her tight and kiss her until we would both ended up making love on the kitchen counter. My thoughts disbanded when I hear my fiancée entering the door:

“Hi, baby! I’ve left you a message to pick up some pizza for tonight.” she said while hanging her coat.

” Hi...yeah I’ve been busy at work and I forgot.”

” Did you have a rough day?” she asked coming towards me with a smile and wrapping her hands around my neck.

” Yes, there is this case I’m working on and...” I felt her lips touching mine and, as she lustfully grabbed one of my buttchecks and bit my neck, I pushed her away and went to the kitchen to drink a glass of water.

“What’s wrong?” she asked puzzled.

” I’m not in the mood for anything tonight.” I said icy and seeing her reaction I knew I had to get out of that mess somehow. ”I think I’ll head to the office and work on some papers. Don’t wait up, I might be there for a while.” I said and went to my office.

The next day I had to meet with the prosecutor and discuss about the case of Nicolai Ivanov along with other details regarding the evidence we had against him and Misha. She had to be anonymous, for that reason we had to come up with a new identity for her. Although I wasn’t her handler anymore as someone else was taking care of her, I didn’t want to give up just yet and l decided to stop by her house that day to clarify the situation between us. This was a good reason for me to get the chance to see her again because I didn’t want her to remember me as the man who deceived her.

“Chris, did you do the papers for Misha?”

”Misha...” he said thinking about the person in question.”Aaaa yes!” he then replied like he remembered her.

” Man, there are on the desk but Brian is the one who will pick them up.”

“Wait...What?” I asked on a pitched tone rugging my eyebrows.

“Yeah, he also picked the name for her.” he said smiling at me.” Can you believe this guy? He gave her his last name on the identity document.” and started laughing but stopped when his eyes met mine.” What happened Will? Are you ok?” he then asked concerned about my sudden change of attitude.

I knew Brian Bennett for a year now as he climbed his way to the top faster than I could say “Mama mia”.He was five years older than me and I used to joke about him with my colleagues that he was all muscle and no brain. Unfortunately, these days, having relations in the right places meant a lot considering that from a simple job in the police force he became an FBI agent.

“What the fuck did he do?” I asked with pure rage in my voce.

“Man, don't be upset on me, I was not the one who assigned the case to him.” he said defensively.

I went to his desk and took the file that wrote “Misha Kralenka”,opening it only to see what that bastard chose as her new identity name. “Jesus Christ” I exclaimed in horror.” Sallie Bennett? I will cut that idiot’s throat when I get my hands on him”.

“What’s up with you and this girl?” Chris asked me out of the blue.

“What do you mean?” I asked trying to assume a poker face.

“I mean, you are not invested with all of our witnesses like you are with this girl, in fact you don’t give a shit about their new identities or who they are.” he said watching me suspiciously.

Chris was a weasel meaning that if he smelt something that he considered bullshit, he would have tried to get the information out of you by any means necessary. I hated the guy for this but he was also one of my friends at the agency and very efficient in what he was doing. We knew each other for 3 years now so he got used to my temper and the fact that I was impulsive sometimes, for that reason I tried to keep my calm and reply as casual as possible:

“Bro, I will take the file to look over it and add some more information. Don’t worry, I will bring it back to you”.

“Yeah...no.” he replied realizing my true intentions. "I will give the file to Brian when he comes to pick it up but if you want to reclaim the spot to your precious Russians' doll heart, you need to have a word with Joe.”

“Shit” I muttered. "What does he want now?” I asked resignedly.

“I don’t know much but what I can say for sure is that it’s got something to do with your doll’s phone. Apparently, the guy in the video that was aggressed by Nicolai” he said and then he added as if I didn’t remember him “...you know the guy that had his ass kicked in Russia...” making a hand gesture as if attempting to go on with the conversation.

“Yes, the guy that was aggressed by that asshole, what’s up with him?” I asked assuring him that I knew whom we were talking about.

“His son was in the mafia and here comes the fascinating part... he stole from Ivanov half a million dollars. Apparently, Ivanov's’ mistress and him had plans to go and have fun in Bali so they thought it would be a good idea to steal from the big boss.”

“What? "I asked amazed by the crazy Russians' action. "That's called a hit under the belt. Do we know if his father is still alive or who is he?”

“No, I have no idea” Chris answered, "but I think that’s what Joe wants to talk to you about”.

“I’ll go to him now.” and saying that I took Misha’s file and was heading to the door.

“Not so fast, Will. Put that back.” Chris shouted caring a couple of other files in his hand and arranging them on a cart.

“Thanks man, I owe you one.” I said ignoring his request while I closed the door and headed to Joe’s office.