He must be up to something
Want half a chance to show he's more than likely
I've got a feeling in my stomach
I start to wonder what his story might be
What his story might be

I had never been so grateful soundproof walls existed.

The guy was way too weak physically, but he wasn't willing to say anything about what we needed to know. He was adamant in his position that he wasn't going to say a thing, and I admired his strength. But he wasn't going to get away with it.

So Natalie's only option was torture. Of course I had to comply, she was like the boss out of the two of us. She told me we would get the answer no matter what the circumstances were, and I just nodded nervously.

And I never thought I'd find this hot, but I really liked how Natalie looked while torturing someone in her underwear. Was that a normal thing to say? This situation was supposed to seem disgusting to me, not hot. But I couldn't help it. Her boldness and superiority were beyond my judgement.

She had slid her knife across the man's cheek twice, who was crying in pain and trying to escape. But Natalie was good at this and, clearly, she had experience, so there was no chance he was going to get away.

The way Natalie did something so sinful and looked so sinful but I still found it gorgeous was proof of how much her presence affected me. I was an FBI agent, wasn't I supposed to be angry?

Well I wasn't.

Alex was lying on the floor behind us, but we didn't want him to die so we had put a piece of cloth around his gunshot wound. We needed to ask some questions to him too, so he was the next one in line for Natalie's torture.

I kept thinking and the questions circling my mind were making me dizzy. Who was he? Why did his fighting skills were able to match Nat's? I mean, if I wasn't there, Nat would probably be dead, and her fighting was way to good to be true. But so was Alex's.

Why was he trying to disrupt our job and how the fuck did he know in the first place? Maybe he worked for someone and he was just one tiny piece of the gigantic puzzle. But nothing was adding up and the whirlwind in my mind was causing me a headache.

Why did he seem so familiar? I had seen him before...

A loud scream snapped me out of my thoughts when I realized Natalie had nailed her knife on the guys thigh. And of course she didn't give a damn if he drained off to death, because she removed the knife almost immediately. The blood started staining his pants quicker than I anticipated, and the tears stained his cheek.

"It's useless, it's-" Natalie turned around to look at me, but she stopped in her tracks. Then I realized her gaze wasn't on me, but on the floor behind us. So I turned around.

And Alex was gone.

"Dammit!" She threw the knife to the floor, which landed with a soft thud because of the rug.

How the hell didn't I notice? He was literally unconscious next to me, and still he somehow managed to escape. The trail of blood he had left behind could help us get to him, but it was worthless now. We would lose him eventually.

"He won't say anything." She then said, talking about the guy bleeding next to us. I glanced at him, and he was looking back and forth at both of us in fear.

I walked towards him and searched his pockets for his wallet. With a quick revision of it, I found a picture of him together with what seemed to be his wife and his daughter. My mind went to places I wasn't aware existed, because I didn't know if I should actually threaten him or not.

It would mean going against every single one of my instincts. I didn't know if I had the necessary strength to do that. But did I have a choice? No I didn't, so if I was going to do this, I would do it right.

I turned around the picture so now the man was seeing it, and his expression immediately turned to fear. He shook his head frantically, and that was enough confirmation to let me know I should go on with my next actions.

"Are those your wife and your daughter?" I leaned forward, and I could practically see Nat's jaw dropping in my peripheral view. "They're so beautiful, it would be a shame if they didn't survive..."

"Please, do whatever you want to me, but don't touch them-" He pleaded, but I raised my index finger to my lips and he stopped talking abruptly.

"The only thing we want from you is answers." I placed both of my hands on the armrests of the chair, crouching down to level his face. "So you better start talking if you want them to live."

"Alright! Alright... It's a fundraiser event in Barcelona, I think." He gave up as tears welled on his waterlines. His face was red and his whole body was spasming lightly. I don't know why, but I felt happy we had this effect on him.

"Where?"

"It's an address." He let out a ragged breath, looking at me with a supplicant expression. "Pedralbes, 2299."

With a triumphant air, I stood up straight again and looked down at him with a satisfied smirk. But his crying didn't last long, because I immediately took the gun from the back of my pants and shot him in the forehead.

"Can we leave now?" I tucked the gun again in my holster as I looked at Natalie. Her eyebrows were arched as she kept her eyes gazed on the man.

"What was that?" She then smirked at me.

"I don't know. C'mon the red is annoying me." I looked around to the velvety walls and then grabbed Nat's wrist.

Our guns had silencers and the music was way too loud. Natalie was careful enough to not get herself stained in blood so, as long as nobody linked the murder with us, everything would be fine.

I waited for Nat outside the locker rooms as she changed into her clothes, and I couldn't help but think about everything that had just happened.

Fuck, I killed an innocent guy. I threatened his family, I fucking blackmailed him. And I had let Natalie tortured him. What kind of person was I?

I had killed people before, yeah, but this wasn't the same. This wasn't what I had chosen and I had no idea what made me act like I did. Did killer genes actually existed?

Was this part of me always there, and Nat was triggering it?

I needed to calm the fuck down before I started having an anxiety attack. This couldn't be happening, not to me, not-

"Would you stop overthinking? I can practically hear what's going on in your mind." I heard a voice next to me, and I turned to find Natalie. She was already with her previous clothes, and she somehow still looked hot.

"I'm not overthinking, I just-" I blurted out, but I felt a pair of hands cupping my cheeks and my whole body froze.

"Harry, relax. That man wasn't innocent. You did the right thing, and you did it perfectly. Stop the overthinking, because it'll make good things look wrong." She talked while she stroked my cheekbones with her thumbs, and my heart was fluttering already.

"But what's the good in this?" I practically whispered. Having her so close was affecting me more than I was willing to admit.

"Harry, I'm not good. I never was. But you're on my side now, so you'll have to act like I'm the good guy in the movie." Nat removed her hands, not before gently booping my nose with her index finger. "Please."

I didn't know Natalie could be like this. We had been together for 36 hours and I had gotten her rough side all of the time, but now she was just being nice. And I couldn't be mad at her if she acted like this.

So I huffed in defeat, closing my eyes for a brief second, "Alright"

Her lips curled into a lopsided smile and I couldn't help but glance at them. They were literally destroyed, maybe she chewed on them too much, but they still looked soft and beautiful.

"Thanks. Now let's go, c'mon." She grabbed ny wrist before yanking me towards the door.

I had no idea what had just happened. Her proximity was enough to make my stomach turn in the best way possible and the way her hands grazed my face was so sweet it almost looked like she actually cared about me.

Every feature in her face was flawless, and having her so close had given me a better view of her face. She had the most cute button nose and perfect hazel eyes. Her cheekbones were prominent and her lips were a very specific shade of pink, curling smoothly whenever she talked. Everything in her was perfect and-

And I was smiling like an idiot.

Fuck, Harry, get your shit together.

I shook all of those thoughts away and I realised we had made it to our car already. The air was freezing cold as we got into it. My first instinct was to turn on the heat, but Natalie lowering her window frustrated my plans.

I frowned at her as she made our way out of the parking lot, "Why do you always open your window? It's freezing outside."

Natalie kept her hand pressed against my headrest as we moved backwards, skipping every car. She didn't look at me till we were in open street again, and that's when she talked.

"Reasons, Harry." She lapsed her tongue on her bottom lip.

Well what a great answer.

I just stared at her in confusion, even though she wasn't looking back into my eyes. I didn't understand why she wouldn't tell me the reason. Was this some past trauma?

She took a sharp intake of air as thought she was about to talk, and she remained silent for a second before she voiced the most confusing words.

"I was never able to remember."