Forbidden Affair

Chapter 1

Standing before the mirror in a spacious room, is a figure dressed in a black buttoned-down leather jacket, a pair of black leather pants was fitted on her body, a pair of black leather boots were fitted on her legs, and finally, a mask was covering her face, making her identity anonymous, but anyone could tell from her body shape that she was a lady.

She stared intently at the mirror, her deep blue ocean eyes were visible through the mask she was wearing, which covered all of her face except for her beautiful eyes. Her hair was packed in a ponytail.

She sighed softly then turned around and walked over to the closet in the room then threw it open revealing a pair of tactical hand gloves laying there. She picked it up and wore it in her hands, before walking back to the mirror and picking up two pistols that were laying on the dresser. She let loose the zipper of her jacket, revealing a bulletproof jacket worn inside it, and she pushed the gun into the pocket.

Taking one glance at her reflection, she picked her black face cap which was lying on the dresser, and wore it over her head, covering her face completely before she finally stormed out of the room, going to God knows where.

Walking through the hallway, the sound of her ringing phone came on, and without bothering to take it out from wherever it was, she pressed the Bluetooth fixed in her ear.

"Thirty minutes to go, everything is ready," The masculine voice came on from the other end, and she nodded as if whoever it was could see her.

"Copied!" She said on the phone, as she didn't stop walking briskly. The call finally disconnected, and she pushed the door of a room open, revealing the stairs out of the small room, which happened to be a basement.

Stepping out of the basement, she closed the passage and adjusted her jacket before walking through the hallway heading to the exit door of a very small dirty looking living room. Storming out of the small house, she was welcomed by the sight of trees. This is how she had always lived her life, she lives alone in a log cabin in the woods, which nobody knows of, that's why she hasn't been caught in all these years. Her identity is unknown because she has always been on a mask all the years.

She climbed down the wooden stairs that leads to where her power bike was parked, and getting to the place, she removed her face cap and hung it on her jacket before picking up the helmet which was hanging on the bike, and wearing it.

"Mission starts." Her feminine voice came on and with that, she hopped on the bike and ignited it before speeding through the woods, not minding that it was filled with trees, and she might run into one. Of course, she's skilled at what she does, so that's not something to worry about.

As she sped through the dark woods, her cycling lights brightened the way ahead, making her see clearly.

After driving for a few more minutes, she finally stormed out to the roadway, and stopped the bike abruptly, her eyes piercing into space intently like she was trying to see through the dark. Seconds ticked into minutes before she finally ignited the motorbike and sped away.

After driving for twenty minutes, she finally took a route which leads through the woods, and after a ten minutes drive, she got to the warehouse, where a truck was parked right in front, with some men in black loading the truck with cartons.

"You're finally here." The supervisor of the men loading the truck said as he walked over to the masked lady, who was now standing beside her motorbike while holding her helmet.

"Yeah." She replied simply, not sparing him a glance. Anyone could tell that she was maintaining a straight face even with her face masked.

"Boss..., we're done." One of the men said getting the attention of the supervisor.

"Alright...I'll take it from here." The man said to the masked lady, before going to hop onto the driver's seat of the truck.

She glanced at her wristwatch and sighed softly then put on her helmet before hopping on the motorbike.

"I'll clear the way." She said before turning on the ignition and speeding into the thick woods, while the truck followed her. After riding for a few minutes, she stormed out to the roadway, but stopped her bike abruptly, as she was welcomed by the shock of her life, the cops already surrounded the area, all waiting for them.

"Shit!" She cursed under her breath, as she glanced back at the cops behind her, holding out their guns threateningly, then to her front where some cops were standing pointing guns at them too.

The driver of the truck sighed angrily, as he stopped the truck.

She pressed the Bluetooth in her ear.

"Don't worry about anything, I got it all covered. The truck is armed, you got nothing to worry about." She said to the truck driver on the Bluetooth, her gaze not leaving the cops.

"Drop your weapons!" The leader of the cops said, and she scoffed silently.

"In your dreams." She said sarcastically, but not to their hearings.

"When I count to three, after me. One...two...three!" She commanded, and before the cops could react, she ignited the motorbike then set it in motion and dived in the air, landing on her feet, which now had a skating shoe.

"Now let get this done with." She said, as she swiftly took out her two guns from her jacket, firing at the cops, who didn't stop firing at her too.

Meanwhile, her motorbike didn't stop speeding on its own, and the cops found themselves running out of the way to avoid being hit by it.

Skating on the roadway, while firing at the cops making way for the truck who kept speeding regardless of the bullets that kept firing at it. She dived in the air and landed on the top of the truck which was speeding crazily, and as soon as it caught up with her bike, she dived from the truck and sat directly on her bike, but gasped as something shut through her arm, it was a bullet...

Chapter 2

Inside the spacious and neatly arranged office, were some flowers and portraits hanging on the wall. A set of desktops were standing on the desk, with a figure sitting behind it with only his head visible, as his gaze was strictly fixated on the screen of the desktop.

The sound of a ringing phone echoed in the office, pulling his attention as he was forced to check out who the caller was, but picked up without hesitation, seeing the caller to be Alex, his assistant.

"Speak up Alex, I'm busy." His cold voice rang in the room, he sighed and rested his back on his chair with his eyes closed as he waited for whatever the caller had to say, but instead, he heard the caller sigh from the other end, which made him suspect that something must be wrong.

"Jay, there's a problem." His voice came on, with a hint of fear in it, which confirms that there was something wrong for real. Waves of anger spurt through him, as the sudden urge to scream at Alex, rushed through him but he did his best to control himself and not let his anger get a hold of him.

"Don't waste my time Alex, speak up, now!" He snapped angrily, as his gaze pierce into space, waves of curiosity and anger kept consuming him.

"The warehouse...was...was invaded." Alex's voice quivered from the other end, and slowly, the young man's eyes narrowed at the news he just heard. He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip around his phone like he was planning to smash it, whilst staring into space. He scoffed unbelievably, trying to process what his assistant just said and the more he thought about it, the funnier it became. They couldn't possibly dare to do such a thing, knowing the consequence of it, right? Nobody dares Jay and lives to tell the story.

He sprang up on his feet and picked up his car keys before storming out of his office angrily and as soon as he stepped out, his secretary who looked terrified sprang up on her feet.

"Sir you..." She was saying, but he was already out of her sight even before she could continue her statement, and she sighed as she slumped on the seat letting out a brief sigh. He was the one that asked her to deliver a file to him, and now he left without even talking about the file again.

Meanwhile, he walked briskly along the hallway and burst out at the lobby before storming out of the building and straight into the parking lot where his expensive car was parked and hopped in before driving out of the premises.

He keeps scoffing angrily while hitting the steering wheel as he drove on the roadway, his eyes were so red and conveyed anger.

He sped on the expressway, not giving a damn about the traffic light or the people that kept cursing at him for violating the traffic rule, the only thing he was concerned about was the news he just heard, that keep tearing him apart.

After driving for what seemed like forever, he finally arrived at his destination as he drove into the compound of a magnificent building. As soon as he drove in, two men in suits rushed to welcome him, but the glare he threw at them freaked them and they stepped back.

He walked his way to the entrance door and then pulled the door open before storming in and banging the door behind him.

Meanwhile, inside the spacious and sparkling large living room were beautiful and expensive-looking couches, arranged beautifully, a big chandelier light was hanging on the ceiling, laying in the middle of the living room, was a glass center table with a flower vase placed on top of it. The white paint on the wall brought the true beauty of the whole place.

"Greetings, master," His chef, a middle-aged woman greeted him, but he ignored her and walked past her, maintaining a straight face as usual.

He climbed the staircase as fast as he could till he got to the hallway and stopped right in front of the second door by the right-hand side. Pushing the door open, he walked inside and locked the door behind him, before he bent down and took away one of the tiles, revealing stairs that lead down to God knows where.

Walking down the stairs, he closed the passage before he finally descended it. He walked right to the only door in the small room and pushed it open as he was welcomed by a large living room, beautifully designed and adorned with flowers.

Meanwhile, sitting on the couches were some men dressed in black leather pants and jackets, with their heads down, fear was written all over them. As soon as they felt the presence of their master, they stood up abruptly, trying to control their fear, but that was a dream that never comes true for anyone, so they aren't different.

"Greetings, master," They all bowed slightly to greet him.

"Save your greetings for who needs it. Now speak up!" He thundered, as he slammed his hand on the wall, anger written all over him.

"Ma...Master...I...I..." One of the numerous men stuttered.

"Don't make me repeat myself!" He cut him off, his gaze piercing into space.

"Forgive me master, it was my fault," One of them fell to his knees, as he quivered in fear, anticipating what will happen next knowing the young man won't spare him. Jayden is the most dangerous man that ever walked on the phase of earth, he hates nonsense and he doesn't have the word 'forgiveness' and 'second chance' in his dictionary. If you mess up one time, you won't live to see another day, that's who he is.

"Why should I forgive you? Why should I give you a second chance? I give you ten seconds to give me a reason why I shouldn't kill you, and if you can I promise not to hurt you." He said to the young man, as he brought a gun from his coat and pointed it at his head.

"For...forgive me mas..." His words were cut in his mouth, as Jay pulled the trigger and shot him right in his head, sending him lifeless to the ground.

"Now listen to me everyone, I don't care how you're going to do it, but I want this mess cleared..., I want everything solved in twenty-four hours, else... You all know who you're dealing with." He said and with that, he turned around and left the basement.

His name is Jayden Clinton, but he prefers to be called Jay. He's a two-sided young man, a businessman outside who manages a wine company and a gangster behind closed doors, who gets his wealth from drug smuggling. He's the leader of one of the biggest drug cartels in Russia. The NDLEA have been looking for him for a long time, but he's like a slippery snake, as he always has his way of getting off the reach of cops. Of course, nobody knows that the young businessman by the name Jayden Clinton, is the same man on the billboard, who has been declared wanted by the criminal and drug agents in Russia...

Chapter 3

"How's it going?" A young lady, dressed in black leather pants and a black turtle neck shirt asked as she walked into the computer room briskly with her broken arm held with casts, and a rope hanging on her neck. Sitting before three desktops in the computer room, were three young men and nine more people checking out whatever they were doing on the desktop.

"Nothing yet," One of them replied, obviously getting bored or frustrated about the whole thing. They have been on the desktop for hours now, searching for what's best known to them, and they still could do nothing, it's obviously getting boring and frustrating.

"Come on Leon, I'll take it from here," She said to the man, who stared at her unbelievably for seconds before he finally shrugged and stood up for her to have her seat. Sitting before the desktop, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes briefly. With all the strength in her, she clenched her broken arm, suppressing the urge to scream her lungs out, as waves of pain shot through her.

She got rid of the cast on her hand.

"What do you think you're doing, Harley?" One of them gasped, getting the attention of others.

"Don't worry about anything, I can handle this." She said sarcastically like it was nothing, enduring the waves of pain that kept shooting at her.

"You can't do this, Harley! Samir will be mad at us if he comes here and finds you there. Leon, what the heck were you thinking, leaving her to do this, huh?" Daisy, one of them snapped at Leon, who just shrugged and gave her 'she was the one that asked me to stand up' look.

"I told you it's fine, Daisy. You're making a mountain out of nothing." She rolled her eyes and started her work on the desktop. With her gaze fixated on the screen of the desktop, her fingers moved speedily and skillfully on the keyboards like the pro she is. She kept searching for whatever on the computer, and after about five minutes of pressing the keyboard endlessly, she finally pressed the 'enter' button, and in the next seconds, the computer screen displayed 'loading', and they all waited eagerly for God knows what.

After a few minutes of loading, the picture of a middle-aged man was finally displayed on the screen.

"Whoa! She got it!" Daisy almost screamed at top of her voice. This is the same picture they've been working so hard to get for the past hours, but they couldn't lay their hands on it, Harley is indeed a pro at what she does.

"Get a pen and a book, Leon. The information will be closed soon," She commanded, her gaze not leaving the screen of the computer, as she kept glancing through the things that are written on it.

"Yeah, I'm with it," Leon announced, once he got the items.

"Mr. Edwin Lawrence is our next target. He has access to the Shanghai fosun pharmaceutical. He's a citizen of America, residing in Texas with his wife, Mrs. Cleo Lawrence, and his three kids, James, Kingsley, and his only daughter, Nina Lawrence. His three children schools in the most popular school in north Korea, his wife owns the biggest firm in the whole of Texas, and Mr. Edwin himself is one of the shareholders of the Shanghai fosun pharmaceutical company in China. According to my gathered information, apart from being a shareholder in Shanghai, he owns a company in Texas, where drugs are sold, and not just that, he also owns a cosmetic company." She said and paused to take a breath.

"He goes to the office as early as 7am, and returns home as late as 8pm. According to what I was able to gather, he's a coquet, and I believe you know what that means. He often stays in his office all day at work, he only receives visitors on Wednesdays. Now, this is how we're going to go about this, we can't strike with just this little information, which means we need more information about him. Now, this is where Nina and Leon comes in. I want a camera to be implanted in his office, I'll leave that to you, Nina. Leon, I want you to monitor his every movement and make sure you report to me." She said before she finally turned to them, and they all nodded...

Harley POV

After giving them instructions, I finally left the computer room to go see my sweetheart.

I walked gracefully through the hallway, till I got to the front of his door and without bothering to put a knock on the door, I pushed it open and walked in to see the most handsome man I've ever seen, standing before the mirror, having that usual frown on his face.

"I know no one dares to barge into my room like that, except you." He said in his most angelic voice, as he turned to face me, a smile slowly laced up his lips.

I couldn't stop drooling over him, from the first time I set my eyes on this young man, I fell for him. Staring deep into his brown beautiful eyes, I couldn't stop my heart from melting at his look, his small heart-shaped lips are what I'll never get tired of kissing, his pointed nose proves to be the most beautiful part of his body, but hell no! Touch his skin and you would know what I mean. His smooth and soft skin always glows even in darkness, I don't know how he managed to catch my attention. His name is Samir Douglas, leader of one of the most dangerous drug cartels in Mexico. I know you may be wondering how I managed to fall for a gangster, but heck! Who said gangsters are not meant to fall in love?

"Are you done already?" He asked softly, as he dropped his wine glass on the bed dresser and walked over to me.

"Yes, I am," I replied, as a smile laced up my lips.

"Oh, I see. How's your hand, still hurt?" He asked, as he gazed down at my hand a sudden frown rested on his face. I remembered how enraged he was when I came back from a mission days ago with my arm broken, he almost killed Jake, the dude that drove the truck for not protecting me back there, but I had to interfere. That cop is going to pay for my arm though, I remember his face very well, and I won't spare him.

"Yes, it still hurts, but not as much as before," I said sincerely, and he stared down at it for seconds before he finally nodded.

Raising his gaze to look at me, I wasted no time in standing on my toes and crashed my lips on his, kissing him passionately while he just chuckled against my lips and pulled me closer by my waist, kissing me like his life depends on it.

The sound of his ringing phone distracted us, and he groaned frustratingly as he pulled away and went to take his call.

"Jay..." He said, as soon as he picked up the call...