Chapter 1 - To new partnerships!

"Fuck!"

Llyod had yet again lost track of his target. His whole tech team watched as the computer in front of him went flying across the room, their boss had a fiery temper at the best of times, but this mission had him in a constant state of 'do something wrong and I'll start shooting'. One of the tech guys starts trying to get up various camera feeds. Lloyd stood right behind him, his hands gripping the back of his chair.

"Well?!"

"We've lost him sir; he must have slipped down a side street."

"Morons." He growled and stormed out of the room in serious need of a drink.

He went and sat at the desk in his private office and pulled out the bottle of scotch and glass he had stowed in the bottom drawer of his desk and poured himself a generous amount. He was about to swallow his 4th mouthful when his phone rang. The caller ID stated it was Denny leading Llyod to wonder if this day could get any fucking worse.

"Hansen." He answered calmly.

"Lloyd, did you track him?"

Lloyd sighed. "Yes, but we lost him. Techs think he slid down a side street, no cameras."

"Shit! Well, you leave me with no choice."

This piqued Lloyd's interest, Denny was limited with his CIA rules, so Lloyd was always his last option to get the job done. "Denny, you have other choices but me. Honestly, don't go hurting my feelings now."

"It's nothing personal and you know that. You're always my go to guy."

Lloyd realises that Denny is not joking at this point. "Your fucking replacing me. Me!"

"Calm down Lloyd. I'm not replacing you, just letting someone with a different set of skills have a crack."

"No one can do what I do."

"True in some ways, but I have someone that uses their talents differently."

Lloyd chuckles. "Go on then, who exactly do you think can do better than me? If you are going with Franky, you're a fucking idiot. The man might be more of a people person, but that doesn't help pull the trigger."

"Your replacement is a woman." Denny stated, after agreeing that he would never choose Franky for something like this.

"You fucking what!" Llyod stood flinging his chair back and began pacing. "A fucking woman are you kidding me?"

"She's no mere woman. I actually think you two would get along. You have a lot in common. She just uses her talents more…subtly than you."

"You mean she uses her pussy to get what she wants."

It's Denny's turn to chuckle. "Well with tits like hers it would be a waste not too. Look, I'll send you some details in a few days."

"And my money Denny." He shouts hanging up and slamming the phone on the desk. He stays there awhile, hand flat on the desk his head hung as he took deep breaths. 'Fuck Denny.' Llyod was pretty sure that he'd come running back to him when the bitch got out of her depth.

A few days later, the information came in from Denny. The guy they had been tracking was going to be handing in his information over at a strip club of all places. Jesus, what a shit show this was turning into. Lloyd ordered his men to get everything ready they were gonna be wheels up with in the hour. Viva Las fucking Vegas!

….

Lilly had been at the club for 4 days now, she had of course noticed the target straight away. A Gray man in the flash! Lilly had found that the problem with him unlike other men was that he was far from easily distracted. She had managed to get him to open up a little bit though one night, alcohol and a bit of grinding in his lap had loosened his armour just a little. He had booked her and 2 other girls for his meeting in a VIP room, he had no idea who she was of course, he thought she was just another girl, trying to make her way. More fool him.

Lilly arrived for her shift. As she entered the bar, she noticed a few new faces, but that was nothing unusual really, she spotted her target sitting at the end of the bar. The room was booked for an hour's time.

She gave him a smile that was all timid naivety, something he seemed to be drawn to. It was the protector in him, she supposed. She didn't like men like that. Lilly headed for the changing rooms stopping on her was to pass Tracy her card to punch at the bar. After getting herself ready, electing for thigh high boots tonight, as they were easy to hide her knife in. Getting back out into the front she began her tour of the bar. They all thought she was doing it to see if there was anyone wanting a dance, but she was in fact making sure she had an escape plan just in case shit went south. With her not paying attention to the main doors and solely being focused on her target she didn't notice what could be a possible obstacle walking in.

Lloyd took a seat at one of the spare tables, he had brought a few of his men with him, they had dressed casually and tried to look like every other man in here. Lloyd didn't like the place. It was too open. If he wanted a girl to give him a lap dance, it would be in private, and he would make her enjoy it as much as he did.

After a few moments a blonde caught his eye, his eye trailed up her thigh high boots, they made her legs look amazing and in turned made her ass look fucking fabulous. Now that was an ass, he would love to turn red. She turned towards him, for a moment he thought she looked like she recognized him. He gave her a wink and she in turn blew him a kiss. Fuck he wanted her. As she walked over to them, he couldn't help but check her out even more, perfect tits to go with that amazing ass. The things he wanted to do to her. For a moment he almost understood why men came to clubs like this.

"Can I get you any drinks?"

He wanted more than a drink from her. Jesus, maybe he was wrong about the strip club idea. They didn't really need to be in here, they could have covered the exits and simply waited, there was a part of him that was more than happy to be here as he really did need to take his frustrations out on someone and kicking the shit out of interns only worked for so long. A good fuck on the other hand that really would clear his head.

"I'll take a scotch."

She gave him another wink and disappeared to place the order at the bar. Maybe he could end the night with the target dead and her balancing on his balls.

Lilly was in the room waiting for the men to be brought in, the girls she was with were complete idiots. Both talking about the latest Instagram trends, and how they were gonna surprise their boyfriends. She on the other hand was doing her best to place the man at table six. She recognised him from somewhere. Not here, but she was sure she'd seen that ridiculous moustache somewhere before. She was pulled from her thoughts when one of them showed her a picture of her 'boyfriend' now she was pretty sure they actually meant sugar daddies. These girls were gorgeous but the guys they were dating were 4.2's at best. Tracy began to show her several pictures of her in different outfits that she had bought after a rather expensive shopping trip yesterday ready for the two of them to go to some posh dinner tomorrow.

The only thing Lilly planned to do tomorrow was enjoy a massage, a couple of glasses of good wine and treat herself to some overly priced food, before flying back home to enjoy some well-deserved time off.

Lilly snapped out of her thoughts of rest as the doors opened and watched as the target and his business associates came in, she put on her best fake smile and tried to play her part. She couldn't act on her orders till he brought out the drive, it was important to Denny for some reason, she didn't care why and hadn't asked. His offer 2.5 million dollars to clean this up was enough for her. 30 minutes in and she was sick of these men, man handling her, she'd managed to keep her temper in check the last few days, usually not many men who tried to get a grab of her would get away with it.

Then she saw him flash the drive as she was grinding in his lap, this was her chance. She turned in his lap, she needed to check where everyone was, she was hoping to get out of here with just killing the target and no one else. Lilly wanted to leave the girls alive at least.

Lloyd was growing bored of just sitting around. He had noted that the blonde had been one of the girls to be put in one of the private rooms. He was pretty sure most guys who come here had wives and never spent too long here just in case they got caught. Heading back towards the VIP rooms, he had seen the target head back there too. With any luck he could dispose of him and get a well-deserved fuck afterwards. A security guard tried to stop them entering, Lloyd watched as one of his men subtly took him out. He could hear some music further down and headed that way. As he opened the curtain, he saw the target and both the men with him dead in their seats, two of the strippers were huddled in the corner and the blonde was standing whipping her knife on the target's jacket. Lilly turned to face him; the drive was neatly tucked in her bra. Lloyd nods towards the drive. Not what he'd been expecting, but he supposed it made sense. Though he would fully admit he was more than a little disappointed in himself the cogs had clicked and now he knew exactly who she was.

"The thigh highs were a nice touch. Thank you for retrieving that for me."

Lilly, now noticing the chest piece under his jacket, realised who he was. Denny had sent her a picture of him to her. Stating he was one of them and that she was to play nice in the sandbox. "You think I'm gonna give this to you." She laughed, twirling the knife in her hand. "I heard you couldn't get the job done the first time. What was it sweetheart, performance issues?"

Lloyd stormed up to her then, his right hand grabbing her round the throat. "Hand it over!"

Lilly didn't even flinch. Instead, she pushed the edge of her blade a little harder into his inner thigh. "Lots of veins there darling. If I were to nick just one you wouldn't make it to the hospital."

He loosened his grip and steps back before grabbing the wrist of the hand that holds the knife and whacks his other fist into her other side. "Oh, baby girl, you really need to learn some respect." Lloyd pushes her back hard; Lilly hits the couch behind her now even more winded than before and looks hard back at him. He has now pulled his own knife out.

Lilly recovered quickly and stood. 'Oh, this is gonna be fun.' She thought to herself.

Lloyd was a big guy compared to her, but she had taken bigger and as he lunged at her, she moved nimbly to the left and pushed him into the place she had just left only she made sure he was flat on his back before he knew what was happening. She straddled him, her knees over each of his wrists so he couldn't raise his blade, her's was back up and at his throat this time, his men went to make their move and Lloyd gave them both a glare.

"I knew you'd be a woman that liked to be on top." He smirks.

"Thought a lot about that have you, Mr Hansen?"

"Well, you know my name, how about I get yours in return." His relaxed attitude was a little unnerving considering he had a knife at his jugular and Lilly stared at him for a moment. He was a good-looking guy, even the moustache, which would normally turn her off. He clearly looked after himself, maybe she would give him her name.

"Daniels"

"What, no first name?"

"Oh, you have to earn that. Now if you boys excuse me, I have to take this, and enjoy a few days off."

Lilly lent forward and kissed his forehead, before climbing off his lap. Lloyd made no move to stop her, and his men stood aside to let her out. Lloyd pulled his wallet out; he handed the girls in the corner a couple of hundred each.

"You saw nothing." He stated, brooking any words that may have slipped from their mouths.

They both just nodded at him. As he went out the door, he noticed a blonde wig on the floor, clever girl.

….

Lilly was relaxing in her private hot tub a few days later, her eyes were closed as she just let her body unwind. She felt someone slip into the water next to her, as she opened her eyes, she saw Llyod Hansen sat opposite her, she had been right, the man looked after himself. He held out a champagne flute to her, she took it and watched as he poured her a glass of 1953 Dom Perignon.

"Mr Hansen, what can I do for you?" She asked unaffected by the fact he was there. She had been expecting him at some point and as he was good enough to bring a very fine vintage, she'd look over the invasion of privacy this once.

Lloyd moved across the tub and sat down next to her. He watched as she took a slip of her champagne. "I think you and I would make a perfect team."

Well at least he wasn't hitting on her fully. "Oh, really and why's that?" She was genuinely intrigued by his proposition as she had always been one to work alone. Having a second in her eyes just made things complicated and slow as you were constantly having to watch their six.

Lloyd moved his hand and pushed a few stray hairs out of her face. "Because together we would be able to rule the world."

Lilly turned and faced him. "You sure you don't just wanna get into my pants."

"Fuck, now that would be a bonus, but right now, I'll just settle to know you were on my side."

Lilly raised her glass and Lloyd raised his.

"To new partnerships."

"May you have thirty minutes in heaven before the devil knows you're dead, Hansen."

They clink their glasses together, Lloyd watched as Lilly lay her head back against the edge of the hot tub. She was beautiful. He wasn't sure if he had come here to align himself with her or because wanted to see her in her natural state. No wigs or missions. Just Lilly Daniels.