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Uncover My Feelings
TaongWalangForever
Chapter 1: The Assignment
Chapter 1: The Assignment
Gavin Mitchell sat at his desk, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glare on the paperwork spread before him. The office was quiet, the hum of the air conditioning the only sound breaking the silence. He had been with the DEA for nearly a decade, and in that time, he had seen and done things that would haunt most men for a lifetime. Yet, here he was, sifting through another mountain of reports. His phone buzzed, breaking his concentration.
"Mitchell," he answered curtly.
"Agent Mitchell, this is Director Lawson. We have a new assignment for you. Briefing room, ten minutes."
Gavin's heart rate quickened. Lawson’s tone was grave, which meant this was serious. He grabbed his notepad and headed to the briefing room, his mind racing with possibilities. As he entered, he saw Director Lawson standing by the projector, a stern look on his face.
"Gavin, take a seat," Lawson said, nodding towards a chair.
Gavin sat down, his eyes scanning the room. It was just the two of them.
"What's going on, Director?"
"We have intelligence on Don Isaac's cartel. It’s one of the most powerful and dangerous organizations we've ever faced. We've decided it's time to take them down from the inside."
Gavin raised an eyebrow.
"And you want me to go undercover?"
"Yes. We've set up a cover for you. You'll pose as a mercenary for hire, looking for work. Your target is Don Isaac's daughter, Vivian. We've learned she's in need of a new bodyguard. You'll protect her, gain her trust, and use your position to gather intel on the cartel's operations."
Gavin nodded slowly.
"Vivian... what's her story?"
Lawson clicked a button on the projector, displaying a photo of a young woman with striking features.
"Vivian Isaac. Twenty-four years old. Spoiled, rebellious, and constantly in trouble. She's known for her extravagant lifestyle and has a reputation for being a handful. But she's also Don Isaac's weakness. He would do anything to keep her safe."
Gavin studied the photo. "And what's my cover story?"
"You'll be Gavin Michaels, a former military operative turned mercenary. We've arranged a meeting with one of Isaac's associates. You'll have to convince them you're the real deal."
Gavin took a deep breath.
"Alright. When do I start?"
"Immediately. We can't afford any delays. Your contact will be waiting for you at a bar downtown. Here's the address."
Gavin took the slip of paper, feeling the weight of the mission settle on his shoulders. "Understood."
Lawson placed a reassuring hand on Gavin's shoulder.
"Good luck, Agent Mitchell. This mission is crucial. We’re counting on you."
---
Later that evening, Gavin walked into the dimly lit bar, his senses on high alert. The smell of alcohol and smoke hung in the air, and the sound of murmured conversations filled the room. He scanned the crowd until he spotted a man sitting alone in a corner booth, a drink in front of him. This had to be his contact.
Gavin approached the table, his demeanor calm and confident.
"Mind if I join you?"
The man looked up, his eyes sharp and assessing.
"You're Michaels?"
Gavin nodded.
"That's right."
"Sit," the man said, gesturing to the seat across from him.
Gavin sat down, maintaining eye contact.
"I hear you're looking for a bodyguard."
The man, who introduced himself as Carlos, leaned forward.
"Not just any bodyguard. This job requires someone with a unique skill set. Someone who can handle themselves in any situation."
Gavin smirked.
"I think you'll find I fit that description."
Carlos raised an eyebrow.
"Bold claim. Care to prove it?"
Gavin nodded, sensing the test.
"Name the time and place."
Carlos smiled, a hint of approval in his eyes. "Tomorrow, 10 AM. Don Isaac's estate. Be prepared."
---
The next morning, Gavin arrived at the sprawling mansion that was Don Isaac's estate. The high walls and security cameras made it clear this was a fortress. He was escorted inside by armed guards, their eyes never leaving him. They led him to a lavish sitting room where Carlos and another man awaited.
"Gavin Michaels," Carlos introduced him. "This is Don Isaac's right-hand man, Marco."
Marco sized Gavin up, his expression unreadable.
"So you're the one who thinks he can protect Vivian."
"I don't think, I know," Gavin replied confidently.
Marco's lips twitched in a semblance of a smile. "We’ll see about that. Follow me."
They walked through the grand halls of the mansion until they reached a large, open courtyard. Standing there, looking both bored and impatient, was Vivian Isaac. She was even more striking in person, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders and her eyes sharp and curious.
"Vivian," Marco called out.
"This is your new bodyguard, Gavin Michaels."
Vivian looked him up and down, her expression skeptical.
"Great, another babysitter," she muttered.
Gavin stepped forward, meeting her gaze.
"I'm not here to babysit. I'm here to make sure you stay alive."
Vivian rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. Just don't get in my way."
Marco cleared his throat.
"Gavin, you start immediately. Vivian, try not to make his job too difficult."
Vivian smirked.
"No promises."
As Marco walked away, leaving them alone, Gavin turned to Vivian.
"So, what’s the plan for today?"
Vivian shrugged.
"I was thinking of going shopping. Try to keep up."
Gavin chuckled.
"Lead the way."
---
The next few days were a whirlwind of chaos and unpredictability. Vivian dragged Gavin through high-end boutiques, exclusive clubs, and dangerous neighborhoods. She seemed determined to test his patience and resolve at every turn.
One afternoon, as they walked through a bustling market, Vivian suddenly stopped and turned to Gavin with a mischievous grin.
"I bet you can't catch me," she said before darting into the crowd.
Gavin sighed, shaking his head.
"Vivian, this isn't a game."
But she was already gone. Gavin pushed through the throng of people, scanning the area for any sign of her. His heart pounded with a mix of frustration and concern. He finally spotted her near a stall, laughing and chatting with a vendor.
"Vivian," he called out, his tone firm.
"We need to stick together."
Vivian pouted but walked back to him.
"You're no fun."
"I'm not here to be fun. I'm here to keep you safe," Gavin replied, his patience wearing thin.
Vivian sighed dramatically.
"Fine. But you need to loosen up a bit."
Gavin shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.
"We'll see about that."
Despite her antics, Gavin found himself growing more intrigued by Vivian. Beneath her rebellious exterior, he sensed a depth and complexity that drew him in. He had to remind himself constantly that this was a mission, and getting too close could jeopardize everything.
---
One evening, as they returned to the mansion after another eventful day, Vivian turned to Gavin with a curious expression. "Why do you do it?"
"Do what?" Gavin asked, genuinely puzzled.
"Protect people. Risk your life for others," Vivian clarified.
Gavin paused, considering his answer.
"Because it's the right thing to do. Because some people need protecting."
Vivian looked at him thoughtfully.
"You’re different from the others."
"How so?"
"Most of the bodyguards I've had only cared about the money. But you... you actually care," she said softly.
Gavin felt a pang of guilt. He was lying to her, deceiving her for the sake of the mission. But her words also made him realize that his feelings for her were growing stronger than he had anticipated.
---
Days turned into weeks, and Gavin's infiltration into Don Isaac's cartel deepened. He gathered valuable information, carefully documenting everything while maintaining his cover. But his growing bond with Vivian became a constant distraction.
One evening, after a particularly close call with a rival cartel member, Vivian turned to Gavin, her expression uncharacteristically serious. "Thank you, Gavin. For always being there."
Gavin looked into her eyes, his resolve wavering. "I'm just doing my job."
Vivian shook her head.
"No, it's more than that. I feel safe with you."
Gavin's heart raced. He wanted to tell her everything, to come clean about his true identity. But he knew the dangers that would bring to both of them.
Instead, he simply nodded.
"I'll always be here to protect you, Vivian."
Vivian smiled, a genuine warmth in her eyes. "I'm glad."
As they stood there in the dimly lit room, the tension between them palpable, Gavin knew that his mission had become infinitely more complicated. His duty to the DEA was clear, but his feelings for Vivian were undeniable. He could only hope that when the time came, he would make the right choice.Download Novelah App
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