Notes: I had this idea. It looked and sounded nice, but I had no idea how to start it. It's kinda like mafia AU thingy with multiple chapters because the idea itself turned out long. I was conflicted about the title and when I ran into song, with the same title, it all fell perfectly. I also blame NCIS LA for coming with this idea - but totally worth it. I know I have on-going fictions, but I don't have motivation for them. At least not at the moment. I have something written for them, but not enough to update.

Your heart was beating against your chest as you stood in front of your new boss. Moving from Washington DC to Los Angeles after a mission gone wrong, you were terrified to go back on the field. Going undercover felt even worse.

You were in a city where you knew no one. Even though your new colleagues were nice to help you out with anything you asked, it was still scary. You weren't the outgoing agent and that was the reason why you were sent to Los Angeles under cover in the first place. No one could suspect you as an agent.

"You'll be going in as Amelia Anderson," Special agent-in-charge Wilson began, handing you a file. "Your age is twenty-five. Born in London you graduated from Kingsbury High School and Cambridge. Worked at club-almost owning it-before you left for LA; got fired. You're searching for a job and got it at Star Café, which is owned by Nash Gold Jr., our main person in this undercover." Wilson looked at you while pointing at photo of a young man with golden hair. He stood beside two dark-skinned men.

You nodded in understanding and Wilson immediately continued. You listened, but your eyes lingered on the photo of the mafia boss. Knitting eyebrows together and biting your lips, you looked at the file in your hands. You went through all information for your undercover and what you needed to know about Nash. He was handsome, you had to admit.

"If you need any kind of help or backing up, the team will always be at disposal. All you have to do is call the number and you'll be out before you know it." Wilson said, his dark eyes looking right at you. "Can you do it?" he asked.

You stared at the photo for a moment more before raising your head. "Yes, sir." You nodded. Wilson smiled and nodded back. "When do I start?"

"Tomorrow morning. Be ready."

You knew about mafia. Handling them better than mission alone, you were confident, but not enough. There was only one thing that confused you. If Nash was as bad as everyone made him look as, why did he open the café? There were so many underground and illegal things he could do, so why café?

You stood in front of a middle-aged woman, who eyed you from head to toes. Her eyes sent shivers down your spine before turning her gaze back on the paper in her hand. There was silence, people's voices heard from the other side of the doors, but you didn't pay attention to that. At least not at the moment even though some voices grew louder. Before she opened her mouth, doors opened behind you.

She raised her head, ready to argue with the intruder, but stopped herself, standing up. "Director, I didn't expect you to come to the café today." she spoke with a strict, but gentle tone.

Director? You frowned and turned your head, meeting with blue eyes that seemed to focus on you and you only. He made you feel naked. Nash… You tried hard to remain composed, but stood up as well.

"I heard someone signed up for job as a waitress." Nash answered, but his eyes remained on you. You wanted to avert your gaze, but you couldn't. You were mesmerized by his eyes. "You're from London?" he asked once he looked at the paper the woman handed to him.

"Y-yes," You stuttered, your cheeks turning bright red.

"Why coming to a café when you had a club?" he asked, his eyes back on you.

"I-I didn't own it yet." You answered and tugged your long hair behind your ear, embarrassed. "I almost got it, but it went into other hands and I left. Not wanting to have anything with clubs, I wanted to try something quieter." Biting your lower lip out of nervousness, you averted your gaze to the side, but quick back at him.

"You graduated from Cambridge, almost owned the club, but here you are." He snorted. "Almost makes me think you're undercover to find something to get me into prison."

Your eyes widened and you parted your lips, but he began laughing. He confused you.

"It was a joke." He said, handing the paper back to the woman, who was smiling. "I wanted to see what kind of expression you'll make. It's pretty obvious you wouldn't pull being a cop. You're too shy and too expressive." he looked at his two friends, who snorted. "You're hired."

Everything happened so fast. One moment you felt angry at how he talked to you, but the next he was already gone from your sight. The woman was explaining all you needed to know. You pulled yourself together and followed the woman, whose name you learnt was Kacey Deep.

You were working the next day in the morning.

Smiling at the customer, you watched the teen leave the café before your eyes caught the blond hair. You narrowed your eyebrows, but smiled when Nash walked in.

"Good morning," You greeted.

All you received was silence. You didn't need to guess that something was wrong. Looking at one of his friends with brown hair, Mark, who spoke: "Bring the espresso and don't bother us."

With a silent nod, you turned and worked on making the said drink. With an apologetic smile, you excused yourself from the customer, and walked into one of VIP rooms behind. The doors weren't completely closed, letting you hear bits of conversation.

"...can't let them off…"

"I know, but-"

"We're cutting the deal off."

"That will lead to war between mafia and gangs."

"We're-"

There was silence. You stood there before doors were abruptly open, revealing a black haired young man Sam. He was also beside Nash when he walked into café.

"The fuck?" He cursed when he saw you standing there. "Knock and don't eavesdrop." He glared at you as you carefully passed him by and walked towards table, where Nash was sitting.

Your cheeks were dark, embarrassed to be caught eavesdropping. With small stumble, you placed the espresso in front of Nash and turned around to leave, but he held your wrist. You looked at him in surprise when you saw his eyes already looking at you. Suddenly you hated those blue eyes that seemed to know everything. He made you feel vulnerable and you didn't like that. It was first time since you went undercover that someone made you feel that way.

"Sir?" You asked quietly.

"A car will pick you up towards the end of the week or maybe next. Be ready." He said and released your wrist.

"O-okay…" You nodded in confusion and left, already missing the way he held you. With lowered gaze, you left the room and quickly went back on your position that was taken by Kacey, the café manager. "Thank you," you thanked quietly.

"It's my job to walk in when I see the need." She shortly explained and eyed you from the side. "It's your job now to give director what he wants. His eyes are on you and I hope you're not one of those girls that are after his money." Turning back in front she smiled, leaving you confused. "He may be a criminal to the world, but those close to him know the truth."

"What do you mean?" You asked before you could stop yourself.

Kacey nodded to the customer, ignoring your question. You couldn't blame her. She was working there longer than you, knew more about Nash and was perhaps even in relation to him.

If he really was a criminal, why did he open café? The thought came back to you. Looking at the customer in front of you, you smiled. "Good morning, what can I get you?" You asked, but your thoughts were filled with questions.

Throughout the day, the café was visited most by students, with college nearby. It was a good place for anyone to hang out in if they wanted to get away for a while. There were private places that could hide anyone if asked. Young families with children came, asking for dessert. And though you prepared yourself for it, you couldn't.

Those small faces and hands pointing out to cakes and ice cream, their eyes wide and full of life, made you weak. You couldn't help but stare at the twins that stood in front of you, staring with those big green eyes.

"Help!"

"It's hot!"

"Mommy!"

"Ow! Sammy, open your eyes! We need to leave!"

"-lia. Amelia!" Kacey's voice woke you from your thoughts. "Are you alright?" Her voice was filled with worry, something that made you feel horrible. "You look pale." she commented and touched your forehead, her eyebrows knitting together.

"I-I'm fine," You turned your head and looked at twins. "I apologize. What would you like to order?" you asked, completely ignoring the look Kacey was giving you. The last thing you wanted was to end up fired before you could even begin.

Biting your lower lip, you were writing into your notebook before biting the edge of the pen. Your gaze rose when you heard voices of Sam and Mark leaving the VIP room. Nash wasn't with them. Following their backs, they left the café, leaving you wondering where the director was. But before that, you had to get closer to him and you needed to come up with a plan.

For the rest of the week, you haven't seen Nash anywhere nearby. You wanted to ask Kacey about his whereabouts, but decided against it. If he comes, he will. He is the director, he can do whatever he wants to do. But it made you anxious. Though his men walked into café every morning through the front entrance, they left at the back. For what reason? You didn't know. But you wondered why Nash told you that a car will wait for you until a week later.

It was still light, with evening turning into night, when you ended working. Locking the café, you put the key into your bag and turned around, ready to walk away. You frowned at the black Range Rover that was parked in front of you. Looking from one side to another, you startled when the doors opened. A young light skinned man with light brown hair stepped out. It was Nick, one of close people that hanged out with Nash and having his own fashion line for men and women.

He eyed you from head to toes, his left eyebrow raising. "You the new girl?" he asked and looked straight into your eyes. "Amelia?" he called your name, making sure.

"That's...me." You answered carefully and slowly. You wanted to scowl at the way he stared at you, but held back.

"Get in. We're gonna need some clothes before you go to the club." He motioned towards Range Rover and opened the backseat doors.

Without saying a word, you did as you were told so despite every nerve in your body yelling to run away. You couldn't run away now, not when you were already this close. Backing out now could either make you suspicious or an easy woman. But even if you didn't, it could end in any different way imaginable.

Reaching a tall building, you realized it was Nick's own company. You followed him, with two men behind and couldn't help but feel frightened. Despite going through a lot of missions, you still didn't get the chance to update your superior on the case. You had to do it soon, knowing how impatient they could be.

"Change into this and leave those clothes here. You'll get them tomorrow." Nick handed you a black sleeveless dress, black high heels and small handbag. You wondered if the dress would even reach your knees as you nodded and walked towards one of the stalls to change. "Get me Liz here. She has five minutes."

You didn't know to whom he said that, but you decided against asking. The last thing you wanted was to piss him off as he already seemed in foul mood. Unzipping your jeans and taking them off, you put them on the chair beside. You unbuttoned your blouse next. The moment you discarded it on the same place, your eyes stared at the scar on your right hip. With the tips of your fingers you touched it.

"There were kids inside! You blew up the whole building with kids inside!"

"It was your call!"

"I didn't give those coordinates!"

"These were the coordinates!" A paper with numbers was slammed on table. "This is the building on these coordinates and you're telling me you-God damn it! Get an ambulance here!"

"You done yet?"

You jumped at Nick's voice and looked into mirror. The curtains were still in place. "J-just a moment." You stuttered and grabbed the dress, quickly dressing up. You slipped into high heels and looked at yourself in the mirror. As much as you liked the outfit it made you self-conscious more than confident. Taking a deep breath you turned around and pulled the curtain to the side.

Nick's back was against you as he talked to a woman with long blonde hair. Your eyes met hers and her lips turned up in a smile, Nick turning around. You could see the way his eyes widened, but quickly regained his composure, stepping closer to you.

"What can you do, Liz?" he asked, his eyes fixed on you.

Liz hummed as she held your face, looking over your features. "Ten minutes and she'll be ready." She looked at Nick, who looked back at her, saying: "Make it five."

"The lady of hour always needs to look good when going to war." Liz smiled, but completely ignored the look Nick was giving her. She took your hand and dragged you to a chair in front of mirror. Make-up accessories were displayed on table in front of you and you wondered why she was doing this.

"Nash asked me to help you out." Liz spoke.

"Eh?" You murmured confused.

"Your whole face was saying 'why am I here in this mess when I could be home in bed instead'." She laughed and shook with head, taking a dark shade of red lipstick. "You look cute, but with make-up and being dressed in clothes best for the occasion, you'll be stunning."

"Where am I going and why?" You couldn't help but ask. "Though I've been working for a week, I'm still...surprised."

"First week?" Her eyes widened. Once you nodded, she hummed in amusement. "That's surprising." she continued. "Not to mention, you're the first one on this seat. And if you're wondering why, the answer is simple." she looked straight into your eyes. "You made Nash curious. For what? You know that answer yourself." Her lips turned in a smile and before you could ask for more, she turned to Nick, whose phone rang.

Nick looked at his phone and picked it up with no hesitation. "We're on the way. Ten minutes." He said and there was silence for a moment, Liz continuing to apply makeup on your face. "Okay, got it." he hanged up and looked at you just in time Liz stepped aside. "Done?"

"Done," Liz nodded and helped you stand on your feet when you stumbled.

You raised your head and looked straight at yourself in the mirror. There was no much difference except the dark red lipstick, black winged eyeliner and small layer of powder. Your hair was a bit messier, but still stylish. When she had the chance to do your hair as well, you weren't sure. Looking at Liz, she smiled widely. "I-it's amazing…" You stuttered and looked at the mirror once again.

"Thank you," Liz said and gently pushed you towards Nick. "Now go. Nash is waiting for you."

In slight confusion, you followed Nick back outside and to his Range Rover. He drove quickly. The man by your side was looking through the window into evening that turned into night. You looked through the window on your side and at people you were passing. The ride was quiet, but you knew Nick looked at you in the rear-view mirror once in awhile. Your senses were good, but you played ignorant.

"We're here." Nick spoke when he stopped in front of building.

One of bodyguards opened the door on your side and you carefully stepped out. Looking around, you spotted people waiting in the line. Some of them stared at you, some scowled, some argued with the security while some stared at their phones. They were nervous and excited, but you felt terrified. This whole scenario was unfamiliar to you. You never went to clubs before, but preferred to stay inside and work on your cases.

Nick was walking in front of you into the bar, no one checking your ID. The two men walked behind, keeping an eye out as you walked in-between. You kept your head lowered to watch your step, but when you heard the music and noise, you raised your head. You walked down the stairs and into open space, floor below full of people dancing. There was a corridor on the left side, DJ playing the song and hostess' dancing. Waiters were walking around, bartenders making drinks. It was full to the last corner.

"Up there," Nick pointed towards room, into which you could easily look into.

You followed his gaze and looked one floor higher at the person you last saw one week ago. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw his lips in a smile, aching to hear how his laughter sounds. His eyes looked your way and in a second everything fell silent. You didn't hear anything, see anyone other than him. The lights were dim, but you could still see the way his eyes followed you move between the crowd.

"I was wondering if you got lost." Nash spoke the moment Nick opened the doors. You were hiding behind his back and felt your cheeks growing dark when you spotted women gawking at you. You weren't used to the attention you were getting at the moment.

"Any problems?" Nash asked and tilted head to the side. He caught your gaze for a second before you looked to the side, refusing to meet his gaze. His lips turned up in a wicked smile. If you wanted to play a game, so could he.

"None," Nick answered and stepped aside. "I got her here."

You cursed under your breath and you immediately held for your arm. You bit on your lower lip between your teeth, going on defensive in a second. With the corner of your eyes, you looked at Nash and you wished you hadn't. His shirt was half open, his chest visible to anyone in the room. His golden hair were a bit messy, but the way his lips turned up in a smirk sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to leave. You didn't want to spend any second more in this room. It made you sick.

"Sit down," Nash called.

Fighting with every nerve and muscle in your body, you followed his voice. You felt captured the moment you sat on the couch. His blue eyes stared at you, eyeing you from head to toes and he licked his upper lip like a hunter just caught his prey.

"So, who's the new girl?" A woman on Nash's right asked and put her hand on his chest, trying to catch his attention back on her.

"New worker at café." Nash answered, but his eyes were still fixed on you. You didn't know what was so interesting on you, but each minute that you spent longer with him, you grew weaker. "Whoa there," He chuckled almost unnoticeable, but you heard it clearly. His arms were around your shoulders, your head leaning on his chest.

Your eyes widened and you gently pushed away from him. "I-I'm sorry…" You stuttered with dark cheeks.

"Never been at club before for a drink or two?" He asked, holding a tug of your hair between his fingers and held it closer to his lips.

You followed his hand, your eyes soon falling on his lips. "I-it's my first time as a customer." You answered and looked at the woman, who was sending daggers at you. You knew she will be onto you the moment she sees the chance. If only she knew you know how to defend yourself from people like her.

"You almost owned a club, yet you never drank?" He raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"I'm not an alcoholic and I've never drank before. Wine's the only exception, but that was only on birthday parties or special occasions." you said and looked back at Nash, who widened his eyes. Thinking you said something wrong, you wanted to speak and say it was a lie, but Nash began laughing.

You held your breath, your stomach knitting together and heart beating faster. His laughter was first silent before it grew louder, delighted and genuine. The corners of your lips unconsciously turned up in a small smile.

"I've never seen a person to answer so honestly." he said and held your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Your eyes met his and you almost melted at how close he was. He leaned closer to you, his breath hot on your skin, his lips millimeters from yours. You wondered how his lips would feel on yours.

"Nash," The doors opened, revealing a dark-skinned man with silver hair.

"Silver," Nash called with harsh tone, pulling you out of trance. You pulled away and looked away, your hand reaching for your lips, biting your finger. "What do you want?" he asked. Anyone could tell he hated being disturbed.

"Perron's here." Silver answered.

The warm and happy atmosphere turned into coldness. Nash's expression darkened as he stood up. He left without a word, Nick leaving behind. You looked around the room, before woman's voice made you turn to the one that was closest to Nash. The one that was trying to get his attention the moment you walked in.

"So, how much do you get per night?" She asked smirking, women beside snorting.

You raised an eyebrow, not amused by the whole set-up. "Definitely more than you in whole month." You shrugged and leaned back before pulling one leg over the other. You didn't need to guess you were pissing her off, which wasn't exactly what you wanted. But she also annoyed you with her attitude. Without missing the silent laugh from the two girls beside, you smirked at the woman, whose face was red. "What? Are you jealous you'll be replaced by me?" Tilting head to the side, you continued. "Look, I'm not here to screw around, less alone for money. He's my boss and I'm working at his café. I don't care what you have with him as long as it doesn't affect my job."

"So you think you've already won him over?" She stood up and walked over to you. You wondered if you should go for martial arts or for her hair that seemed so annoying. "I was with him longer than you or any of the woman in this room. You're nothing to him."

"If I'm nothing why am I here?" You decided to push the buttons. "I heard he never brought any of his workers into the club before. Why me?"

"Oh, she's getting really annoyed." She huffed and went with hand through her hair.

"Just telling the truth." you shrugged.

"That's it," she scowled and grabbed you for hair, making you wince. "You're pissing me off with your whole existence." she dragged you off the couch, but you swiped your leg, making her fall on the floor and instantly sat on her legs. Grabbing her arms, you put them on each side of her head, her eyes wide.

"That wasn't nice." You started and shook with head. "I was being nice, I still am, so I'm going to slowly release you and you'll sit back on your place on the couch. Got it?"

"Hell no." She spat. Before you could say a word, you felt pain in the back of your head before everything turned dark.

When you came to, your head felt like bursting. A groan, mixed with whine, escaped your lips as you slowly opened your eyes, but closed them quickly. Hearing shuffling from the side and someone moving, your hand was taken from your head.

"Take it easy…" His deep voice made your eyes wide as you sprung from wherever you were lying on. "Hey, hey," he murmured and tried to push you back down on the couch, which he succeeded.

You looked around, realizing you were still at the club, but in another room. The music was still loud, but further away. "W-what happened?" you asked dazed.

"I should be the one asking you." He pulled away and looked at you. "When one of the guys walked back in, he found you lying on the ground."

You frowned before woman's voice played in your head. "That...woman…" You held for your head. "I don't know which one hit me with a bottle, but that hurts as fuck."

Nash laughed. "You can curse too?" He asked in amusement. "Should I know anything else about my employees?"

Your cheeks heated up. "It's normal once I wake up and realize what happened." You shortly explained and looked at him. "Am I fired already?" your voice was rather quiet.

His blue eyes widened in surprise. "Where did that come from?" he asked, visibly confused as one of his eyebrows rose.

"I already caused problems on first week." You looked at him like he just fell from sky. You frowned when he began laughing. "I'm sorry…"

"What for?" His laughter subsided into chuckle. "You're not the first one getting knocked out on your first week or ended up in trouble. Not to mention you lasted longer than any worker before." he said and looked at doors when a man walked in with a glass and pitcher on a tray. "Oh, good timing." He smiled and stood up.

"We apologize for the inconvenience, Mr Gold." The man apologized before he looked at you. "The women were dealt with accordingly for what they've done. They refused to admit their wrong, but it's done."

"It's...alright…" You murmured and carefully sat up, Nash helping you with holding you by arm. "Thank you," you said and reached out for glass that the man filled with water.

"I apologize again." The man lowered his head before he excused himself and left the room.

Nash quietly stared after him before he turned to you. Your eyes met his, but quickly looked away. This wasn't supposed to happen. There was silence between the two of you. The only sound was music that played in the background.

"Why did you ask me to come here?" You asked, feeling confused at whole situation.

He didn't seem taken aback by your question. "Why did you really change the place of your job?" he asked. "It couldn't be because you almost got the club. There was more, wasn't it?" He stood in front of you, watching the way you held glass in your hands, drawing small circles on it.

Biting on your lower lip, you hesitated. "There was more, but it's in the past now." You cracked a smile and drank the rest of water. "I think it would be best if I go home now." Slowly standing up, you frowned at the growing headache, but Nash gently held you for arm.

"Nick will give you the ride home." he said.

"It's okay," You shook with head, smiling. "I don't live too far away, so I'll take a cab." You took the handbag. "I'll return the clothes tomorrow."

"You can keep them." Nash shook with head. "They look much better on you either way." he laughed, but your cheeks turned dark red at his words. It was weird with your heart beating like there was no tomorrow and your skin aching for his touch.

"I-I can't just take these clothes without paying…" With a stutter you looked at him, hoping he would change his mind.

He smiled. "I'm more than sure Nick won't mind. Take it as an apology." he said and gestured towards doors. "Shall we?"

"You're much nicer than I thought you'd be." You blurted out. With eyes wide, you covered your mouth as Nash burst out laughing. "I'm sorry. It's just that I heard many rumours in the city…"

"Well don't believe everything you hear, cupcake." He said and began walking towards doors, completely unaware of the way your face heated up. "You can come to work tomorrow an hour, two most, later. I talked with Kacey about what happened, so take it easy." he looked back at you.

"O-okay…" You stuttered and followed him.

You walked not too far behind him down the dark hallway. Music was growing louder, but so was your headache. Holding for your head, you stopped just before doors into club and shut your eyes. Hearing Nash's concerned voice made you want to laugh and cry at the same time. You weren't ready for this. You didn't want to do this anymore.

"You promised to save us."

"Traitor"

"Killer"

"Murderer"

Gasping, you opened your eyes and leaned on the wall beside. Not now...please not now. You pleaded quietly as Nash approached you with few quick strides. "I'm okay…" Your voice was barely heard and he didn't believe you one second. Forcing a smile, you looked at him. "I am, really."

Saying nothing, he looked down the hallway. "Let's get you home." He said and held you by shoulders. His warmth and perfume filled your nose and it instantly calmed you down. Your guard should have been up, but it made you feel most secure you have ever been. It wasn't fair.

Once outside, you took a deep breath. The smell of rain, made you look around, realizing the streets were wet. It was still drizzling, but not enough to make you wet to the bone. Looking at Nash, you saw him talking with Silver and another dark-skinned man. It was Allen and you wondered where Zack and Nick were. Letting out a sigh, you turned your focus on the road and raised a hand when you spotted a cab driving down.

"Amelia," The way he called your name made you feel fuzzy. He rushed to you and handed you a small card with his name on it. "It's my personal card. Call me if you end up in any kind of trouble."

You took the card, looking at it. "I…" You began, but you didn't know what to say. Your head was empty of any words to speak, less alone to make conversation. "T-thank you…" you managed to say.

"No need," he smiled and opened the door of the cab.

You sat in and watched him through the window as he closed the doors and walked to the driver's side. The driver rolled down the window and they exchanged few words, before he handed him money. Nash smiled and patted his arm. He looked at you one last time and nodded in bidding goodbye.

"Where to, Miss?" The driver asked.

"S-Santa Monica, 7th...Street…" You answered and followed Nash's back as he walked back to his friends.

"Mr Gold's a nice man, isn't he?" The driver asked, forcing your attention on him. "You must be special to him."

"W-what makes you think that way?" You asked in curiosity. All those rumours you heard of him, repeated in your head, but his smile, laugh and eyes didn't leave you alone either.

"Y'know Miss," The driver looked at you in the rearview mirror. "Mr Gold may appear arrogant and cold on the outside, but he's nicer and much generous to his people. Sure he's seen as a criminal and cold mafia boss, but he has to have an appearance for enemies, don't you think?" he asked.

With a frown you nodded. "Of course…" You murmured. "But… I only work at his café for one week. I can't be someone special to him so quickly." you laughed.

"Then there's something on you that he was drawn to." He answered. "We'll be in 7th Street in a minute. Which number do you live in?"

"It's-uh...844." You answered. The driver nodded and drove into the street.

Once you arrived in front of the flat, you took out your wallet, but the driver beat you to it. "It's alright, Miss." he smiled at you.

"But," You wanted to argue.

"If you really want to pay me, you can call me next time you need a ride." He said and handed you his taxi card with his phone number on.

"Thank you," You smiled and stepped out of the car.

The moment the cab was out of your line, your phone rang. With narrowed eyebrows, you looked at the unknown number, but decided to answer it. "Hello?"

"I believe you arrived safely."

There was music in the background, but his voice was heard clearly. You frowned, your eyebrows knitting together and lips turning into straight line. How he got your number, you weren't sure, but the fact that he called you just to make sure you were safe made you happy. You knew you shouldn't feel this way, but you couldn't help it. His voice was tempting, alluring you and you already missed his touch.

"I did." You replied and walked towards the small building, your flat. "How did you know? Should I be worried?" You teased.

His laughter filled your ears and you unconsciously smiled. "Don't worry, cupcake." Your stomach knotted itself when you heard his nickname for you. "I'm only making sure my employees and people are safe wherever they go."

"I'm flattered." You responded and unlocked the doors, walking into your apartment. "How can I repay you back for this dress and the drive? I don't like being in debt." Putting the handbag on a small closet on your hallway, you took off your heels and walked into living room. You sat down on the couch before turning the light beside on.

"We will find a way, don't worry." He replied.

You hummed, but didn't say anything. Still hearing the music in the background, you didn't want to hang up now. You wanted to talk with him longer, but you knew it was hard and you didn't want to give yourself out either.

"Say," he began after a moment. "Do you have time this week?" he asked.

"I work only in the morning, so in afternoon. Why?" You pulled your legs on the couch and leaned chin on top.

"That's a secret." he said in playful tone. Biting your lower lip you refused to whine. Not yet, it was still too soon. "I don't want to disturb you longer than needed. Get some rest, Amelia."

Your heart ached when you heard your alias name. You wanted him to call you by your real name, but you knew it was impossible. After all, the moment he hears you are undercover, you could either end up a hostage or worse. Dead.

A quiet sigh escaped your lips and you hoped he didn't hear it. "Thank you again, boss." You spoke in quieter voice.

"Nash," he said. "Call me Nash."

"N...Nash…" It was quiet, but you knew if he stood in front of you, your cheeks would be dark like cherries. He would tease you about it, there was no doubt about it.

He chuckled; "See you tomorrow, Amelia." and hanged up.

You pulled your phone away from ear and stared at the number in silence. The call only lasted few minutes, but it felt longer. Leaning forehead on your knees, you closed your eyes. Only one week and you were already deep in. You didn't like where this was going, but it had to be done. You needed to find his weakness and use it against him. Or catch him in the act and handcuff him. You wanted to end this as soon as possible.