Guarded by desire: Meeting agent Weller

/Jane's pov/

Sweet sixteen is a day that every young lady should cherish as a memorable occasion in her life. Moreover, in some cultures, it is regarded as the beginning of the woman's initiation into womanhood. My sixteenth birthday was anything but sweet; it felt more like the beginning of the descent into hell on Earth.

My dreams came crashing down on March 12, and my life was thrown into a downward spiral of pain, grief, and terror as a result. My sixteenth birthday left an indelible mark on me and marked the beginning of a series of events that I would see over and over in my nightmares for the rest of my life.

Right now, I was standing outside club Ozone in the freezing cold of the night, waiting to be let in – completely unaware that I was about to embark on a traumatic ordeal. As a result of the ridiculously high heels that I was wearing, I was already experiencing pain in the balls of my feet.

As the cool breeze whipped around me, my little black dress began to billow around my thighs, which I found quite amusing. Sam Roberts, my perfect boyfriend, was rubbing my arms, trying to get me to warm up a little bit. We'd been waiting in line for the club for nearly an hour and were finally quite close to the front of the queue.

"Sam, I'm not sure this is going to work out for you. "Perhaps we should just go see a movie or something?" I said it in hushed tones, my gaze fixed on the doorman, who was looking at the line suspiciously.

"Jane, I'm confident that it will work. As a result of your request, I'm taking you to a nightclub for your birthday," he said, cupping his chilly hands around my face in response.

When I looked at him, my heart stutteringly pounded. Every fiber of my being swooned over this young man. He was kind, loving, caring, generous, thoughtful, and, let's not forget, he was also very attractive. Each and every girl's fantasy came true when he appeared with his short blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.

Literally. Every girl I knew was head over heels in love with my boyfriend, but he'd only ever had eyes for me the entire time. The two of us had first met when we were five years old. During the first encounter I had with him, he formally asked me to be his girlfriend, and we had been together ever since.

He was everything to me, and I knew we would be together for the rest of our lives. We already had everything planned out – finishing high school, going to college, and then Sam would pursue his dream of becoming a doctor, while I would pursue my dream of becoming an artist. We were going to get married and start a family eventually. Perfect.

Sam asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday three months ago, and I told him that I could do anything I wanted anywhere in the world, and he said that we would do it. So I made the decision to go out to a club, and then I wanted to stay at a hotel where we could have our first experience with a sexual encounter.

After three months of planning and scheming, we were finally able to persuade our parents to allow us to stay out with them. Sam had procured for us both a fictitious identification card, and I was giddy with excitement that I could hardly keep it together.

Once we got here, in the freezing cold, surrounded by half-drunk people, all I wanted to do was return to the hotel and have him run his hands over my body to warm me up, and then we'd finally be together in a physical sense again.

My stomach clenched in anticipation as I raised my smile to meet his. He reciprocated with a smile and kissed me on the lips. I melted in his presence. When Sam kissed me, I felt incredible, as if my heart was racing and as if I was the luckiest girl on the face of the planet. A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as his hands made their way down to my ass and gently squeezed it.

When he pulled back from the kiss, he grinned at me as he did so. In the dim light of the street lights, his eyes glowed. "I'm madly in love with you, Jane."

My heart pounded once more, and goosebumps appeared all over my body as a result. I adored the sound of those three words coming out of his mouth; even after all these years, I was still not accustomed to hearing them.

And I meant it when I said, "I love you, too." I adored him more than anything else in the world. Once again, he kissed me and pulled my body closer to his chest.

A light tap on my shoulder caused me to jump and break up with my partner.

Behind me, I heard a male voice say, "Hello."

When I turned around, there was a young man, probably in his twenties, standing there. He wasn't in the line of people waiting to get into the club; instead, he was on the other side of the ropes, watching the proceedings. He had a good-looking face, with nicely styled dark brown hair and brown eyes, and he was quite attractive.

His broad shoulders were concealed by a sleek, black, button-down shirt, which he'd paired with black pants and shoes that appeared to be extremely expensive. He was taking his time to examine me.

It was "er, hi," I said, a sweet smile on my face as I tried to be friendly in case he worked here. He wasn't alone; two other men stood behind him, supporting him.

"My name is John," the brown-haired gentleman introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake.

"Jane." I put my hand in his and gave him a polite shake. In fact, he didn't let go, instead, pulling me closer to him and away from Sam.

"I can get you in right away if you don't want to wait in the cold," he said, a smile on his face. My insides were bursting with excitement at the prospect of being admitted to the club. I turned to face Sam, who was frowning angrily and glaring at my hand, which the guy was still clutching in his.

"Yeah? That would be fantastic! When I said, "It's freezing out here," I meant it, and I tried not to jump up and down on the spot because I was so excited.

John burst out laughing. "Come on, Jane," the narrator says. He nodded to one of the people that he was with, and they unclipped the rope immediately, allowing me to step out of the line without being caught.

I reached back and took Sam's hand in my own, a grin on my face.

"Er, Princess, your boy isn't invited," John said, sneering at Sam as if he were some sort of creature into which he'd just walked.

Confusion had descended upon me. "What? "I was under the impression you could get us in."

He finally released my hand and took a few steps back. "I told you I'd be able to get you in. "We don't require any additional spectators." He jerked his chin towards Sam, his brows furrowed in irritation as he said this.

I scowled vehemently. What a jerk you are! He'd interrupted me and Sam while we were making out, but he assumed I'd accompany him into the club and leave Sam outside? "All right, thanks, but I'm with my boyfriend right now." I was under the impression you were referring to both of us. Sorry." When the other guy's hand was taken out of mine, I clipped the rope back to the ring and wrapped my arms around the love of my life, glaring at John, I was ready to fight.

John shrugged his shoulders. "Put on your best clothes. "Perhaps you'll save me from having to dance." He looked at me with a smirk before turning and walking straight into the club.

"You're such a jerk!" I snorted as I watched him reappear into thin air. Sam laughed, and the sound of his laughter instantly dissipated all of my rages. "Can you tell me what's so funny?" I inquired a smile on my face towards him.

"Isn't it true that you just can't help yourself? Guys fall for you without even trying because you have a magnetic personality." He grinned as he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer to his body and pulling me closer to him.

It must be my irresistible charm, I thought as I fluttered my eyelashes.

He teased, hesitantly running his hands over the back of my legs. "Either that or your incredible legs," I teased. As I pulled him down to kiss me once more, I slapped his chest with a playful slap.

After another half an hour or so, we were finally ushered into the club without any issues or complications. The doorman didn't even bother to look at our identification. I jumped up and down, squealing with delight, as soon as we walked through the door.

"Wow, this is fantastic!" I screamed, grabbing his hand, and dragging him to the dance floor right then and there. The music was playing at such a high volume that you could almost feel the vibrations through the ground.

After a couple of songs, he leaned in close to my ear and said, "Let's get a drink." As soon as I nodded, he took my hand in his and led me to the bar. We had a quick drink and then immediately returned to the dance floor, losing ourselves in the beat of the loud music once more.

While he was talking to me, he had one hand on my backside, which made me feel bothered and hot. Immediately after, I tangled my hands in his hair and kissed him with everything I had left in me. The fact that we'd only been inside for an hour had made me eager to leave. The club was fantastic, but what I really wanted was what we had planned for the following night – a night with him in his company.

John shrugged his shoulders. "Put on your best clothes. "Perhaps you'll save me from having to dance." He looked at me with a smirk before turning and walking straight into the club.

"You're such a jerk!" I snorted as I watched him reappear into thin air. Sam laughed, and the sound of his laughter instantly dissipated all of my rages. "Can you tell me what's so funny?" I inquired a smile on my face towards him.

"Isn't it true that you just can't help yourself? Guys fall for you without even trying because you have a magnetic personality." He grinned as he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer to his body and pulling me closer to him.

It must be my irresistible charm, I thought as I fluttered my eyelashes.

He teased, hesitantly running his hands over the back of my legs. "Either that or your incredible legs," I teased. As I pulled him down to kiss me once more, I slapped his chest with a playful slap.

/Jane's pov/

After another half an hour or so, we were finally ushered into the club without any issues or delays. The doorman didn't even bother to look at our identification. I jumped up and down, squealing with delight, as soon as we walked through the door.

"Wow, this is fantastic!" I screamed, grabbing his hand, and dragging him to the dance floor right then and there. The music was playing at such a high volume that you could almost feel the vibrations through the ground.

After a couple of songs, he leaned in close to my ear and said, "Let's get a drink." As soon as I nodded, he took my hand in his and led me to the bar. We had a quick drink and then immediately returned to the dance floor, losing ourselves in the beat of the loud music once more. While he was talking to me, he had one hand on my backside, which made me feel bothered and hot. Immediately after, I tangled my hands in his hair and kissed him with everything I had left in me. The fact that we'd only been inside for an hour had made me eager to leave. The club was fantastic, but what I really wanted was what we had planned for the following night – a night with him in his company.

"Do you want to come with me?" I inquired as I ran my hands down his chest and across his shoulders. He looked at me with a grin and nodded enthusiastically. Since we were both sixteen years old, he had been ready to take our relationship to the next level for the previous six months. However, we had agreed to wait until we were both sixteen to do so.

He took my hand and we made our way out of the club, weaving our way through the throngs of inebriated people who were milling about having a good time with their friends. The man who I had spoken to in the line outside, John, stepped out in front of us and held his hand out in front of us to signal that we should come to a halt as we approached the stairs leading down to the front lobby.

"Greetings, Princess. "How do you feel about that dance?" he inquired, taking a long, slow look at me.

"Thanks, but no thanks, we're leaving," I said confidently.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe that." He smiled and grabbed my hand, yanking me forward and away from Sam in the process. The corners of my mouth popped open in surprise.

"Get your f**king hands off her!" says the narrator. Sam took a step forward and growled threateningly. It was with wide eyes that I looked back at him, wondering if there was going to be some sort of fight. Without giving me time to process what had happened, someone grabbed him from behind and secured his arms behind his back with their hands.

I struggled to free myself from John's grip, tearing my hand away from his. "Get the f*ck off my back! Allow him to go! No, I don't want to dance with you; I'm going to leave with my boyfriend!" I screamed in frustration.

This confrontation didn't seem to bother John in the least, as he flashed a wicked smile at me. "One dance is all I ask, and then you're free to go," he said, dismissively waving his hand in the air. When Sam made a ferocious snorting sound, the individual who was holding him shoved him roughly against the wall, effectively holding him there. I screamed and frantically looked around for some assistance.

"For f**k's sake, don't do it! "You touch her, and I'll put you to death!" Sam let out a snarl.

"No one ever speaks to me in that manner!" John yelled angrily at the top of his lungs.

He took a step forward and punched Sam in the face, splitting his lip in the process, breaking it. Almost immediately, blood began to flow down his face. Clearly preparing to deliver a second blow, John pulled his arm back slightly. He appeared to be homicidally enraged, with his entire face contorted in rage. When I realized that this guy was going to hurt Sam, panic rushed through my body. That was something I couldn't allow to happen. I wouldn't do it.

"No! Okay, okay, I'll get up and dance! "Please don't hurt him, please," I begged, tears streaming down my cheeks as I pleaded for one last dance.

"No, Jane!" says the narrator. Sam screamed, blood splattered on the floor beneath him. The sight of his blood-stained face caused my chin to quiver as I looked him in the eyes. When my heart started beating so quickly, I was convinced I was going to pass out.

"Don't worry about it. "I don't mind doing one dance," I lied, forcing a small smile on my face.

As I approached the dance floor, John laughed and grabbed my hand, pulling me towards him. He drew me close to him, wrapping his arms around me tightly, his face inches away from mine. He cried out as he did so. I felt sick to my stomach, and my skin crawled. I kept my face turned away, refusing to look at him as he ground his crotch into my hip with his other hand. Bile began to rise in my throat, so I swallowed it down quickly. In the process, one of his hands slipped down to my ass, and the other slipped down to my thigh. I closed my eyes and wished for the song to end; my body was trembling with anger and fear as I did so. Just praying that they didn't do anything to Sam while I wasn't there.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the song came to a close. As I pressed my hands against his chest, he didn't let go; instead, he squeezed my hands even tighter, his laughter filling the room.

"You know, Princess, you're absolutely stunning," he said as he whispered in my ear.

"Please, you said one dance, please," I pleaded, squirming out of his grip as he continued to hold me.

"I've come to a different conclusion. "One kiss isn't enough," he purred as he kissed the back of my neck.

The panic washed over me as I squirmed, trying to put some distance between us. I gasped and pushed him again, trying to put some distance between us. This time, he sank his fingers into my sides with great force. Pain shot through my body, causing me to sob, but no one could hear me because the music was still thumping all around.

"Please! "Can you tell me why you're doing this?" I broke down, tears streaming down my cheeks.

He wiped my tears away with his hands as he ran it up my face. It was almost a moan of appreciation in his breath as he said, "Mmm." In the process, he slipped his hand under my dress and rubbed his fingers against the inside of my pant legs.

I immediately clamped my legs together in an attempt to deter him from touching me. "No! Please allow me to leave. Sam!" I screamed and thrashed around, desperately trying to break free from his grip. No one even batted an eyelid when we walked by.

Then he sneered and shoved me violently towards the stairwell. "Fine, let's go find your precious Sam," he said. It was all I could do to get up the stairs as fast as my legs would allow me to go. Throughout the entire process, my heart was in my throat. When I reached the top, my gaze was drawn to Sam, who was still being restrained against the wall by the same blond man who had been there before. As soon as he saw me, he began to struggle against the hands that were holding him back. "Please let him go," I pleaded as I made my way closer to him. I noticed John nod his head, and the other guy immediately released his grip. As soon as he was free, Sam snatched me by the shoulders and pushed me behind him in a protective manner.

The sneering John mused, "Whoa, easy there boy, no harm done." "Whoa, easy there boy, no harm done." "Despite the fact that your girlfriend over there is sexy as hell." He licked his lips as he took a long, slow look at me.

The way he was looking at me made my skin crawl as I sank into Sam's back and cried out for help. Suddenly, Sam charged at him, his fist connecting with John's stomach as he fell. Suddenly, John fell to the ground and the two men with whom he was traveling grabbed Sam once more as the latter struggled against their grasp. I looked around for assistance, but no one came to my aid. What was going on? Why wasn't anyone assisting us? Despite the fact that people were drinking, laughing, and dancing around us, they weren't even bothering to look in our direction as the music thumped and vibrated off of the walls around them.

My hands were trembling, and my heart was racing at an alarming rate. I was already aware that they were planning to harm him. It was all I could think about: he'd told us we could leave, and John had told us we could leave, so why did Sam have to do something like that?

"Please, please!" says the author. I screamed as one man grabbed him and the other punched him repeatedly in the stomach with his fists. In an attempt to pull him away, I grabbed at the person who was hitting him. However, John's arms wrapped around my shoulders, lifting me off my feet and pulling me back a few paces.

"Door," John yelled angrily at the door.

Sam was being dragged away by the blond guy, who nodded in acknowledgment. It took everything in me not to jerk free of John's grasp and dash after them, still crying and screaming hysterically. He was dragged through a fire door by his captors. Just as I reached out to try to assist him once more, John snatched my arm and slammed the door shut behind him, resulting in us being forced to exit through some sort of fire escape.

He threw me backward, causing me to lose my footing and fall into the wall behind him. My side of the head made contact with the rough bricks, and the pain and shock of it caused my vision to become blurry. It felt like there was a small trickle of blood running down the side of my face. In an effort to fight against the pain that was making my legs weak, I squeezed my eyes closed.

My ears picked up Sam's grunting and groaning, and I forced my eyes open against the blackness that was attempting to swallow me whole. When he was lying on the floor, they began kicking him; his face was smeared with blood, and his eyes were wide with fear.

/Jane's pov/

I was struggling to take a breath. The scene was like something out of a nightmare, and it was a nightmare from which I was unable to awaken.

Stopping this was critical for me – and it needed to be done immediately. "Can you tell me what you're after?" It is possible for me to get you money if I have money. Please?" I let out a shriek of pain. He snapped it out of his pocket and began beating my already-broken boyfriend with it after one of the guys pulled out a metal-looking object similar to what the police had. In his arm, I could hear the bones snapping together. "PLEASE DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER!" Anything is possible for me. PLEASE?" The sound of my scream made me gasp for air. When I got close enough, I wrapped my arms around Sam's shattered body.

It was barely audible above a whisper when he said, "Run." As he groaned, he clenched his jaw tightly and squeezed his eyes shut even more tightly.

I'd like to speak with Sam. It's all right, you're all right. The fact that I like you says a lot about how much I care about you. My tears streamed down my cheeks as I sobbed against his bleeding cheek.

Despite his wince, he wrapped his arm around me and pressed his fingers into the small of my back. « Jane, get out of here! » I'd like to get away from here!"

John's hands clamped around my upper arms, pulling me to my feet and away from Sam as he did so. Likewise, the other two men bent over and grabbed Sam's arms, lifting him up with them as well. When they touched him, he screamed. My legs felt weak as I listened to the sound of his agonizing sobs. Sam stood there looking horrified as John wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck while Sam gasped for air and watched in horror. My side was squeezing hard as John's hand snaked up my side and came to rest on my breast. I bent over and became violently ill before I realized what was happening.

Then, with a wicked laugh, he dragged me back to him, his chest pressing against the back of my shirt. Then he told Sam, "I'm going to enjoy f**king your girlfriend and hearing her scream for you." Even though he was probably in indescribable pain, Sam's head snapped up and his eyes filled with hatred and rage as he struggled to his feet once more. As he continued his futile struggle while yelling a string of expletives, the three men laughed at him.

If you have anything you want to say to your boyfriend, please do so now. John leaned in close to my ear and whispered something.

Anything I'd like to say is welcome... Let this be over, please leave us alone so that I can seek assistance. Despite my sobs, I managed to say "I love you."

Then Sam whispered, "I love you too."

Sam was lifted off of his feet as if he weighed nothing at all as a result of John's command to his men. Despite my attempts to jerk forward, John managed to pin me against him. My mind couldn't even process what was about to happen because it happened so quickly that I couldn't even comprehend what had happened. Sam was dragged back a few feet by the two men, who then threw him off the top of the stairwell.

My heart had stopped beating for a few moments. Is it possible that they simply threw him off the... No. I don't think so. Surely, this couldn't possibly be a dream; it had to be the worst dream I'd ever had in my entire life. I couldn't take it any longer and needed to get up. Because it only sounded for a couple of seconds during his fall, his scream was registered by my ears. All that was left was the echo of the music coming from the club directly behind me after I heard a muffled thump.

I was struggling to take a breath. As I replayed the last couple of seconds in my head, my heart was breaking into a million pieces. As the two men's hands left Sam's body and he began to fall, I saw Sam's expression in my mind's eye. There was no one I'd ever seen look more terrified or helpless than her.

I threw off John's grip and dashed towards the railing, praying that he was somehow okay, praying that this was all some sort of joke or dream, and that I wouldn't be confronted with the love of my life as I looked down. Not so for me, unfortunately. My tears streamed down my face as I leaned over the railing and peered through them to view the most horrifying scene I had ever witnessed in my life. Despite being stretched out on the floor, Sam had a puddle of blood pouring out from beneath him. There were impossible angles formed by his arms and legs, yet he was not moving.

In addition to feeling chilly all over, my heart was hurting much more. We were three floors up; he wouldn't have survived that given the thrashing he'd taken just moments before. " I could see there was no hope by the way he was laying there, unmoving. He'd vanished without a trace!

Then I became sick again since I didn't turn away fast enough. The image in my head wouldn't leave my thoughts, and I was hyperventilating and fighting to take a deep breath. So I sank into a puddle of my own vomit since my legs were no longer able to sustain me. As my heart was crushed into a million pieces, I shed silent tears down my cheeks.

The person I had been in love with for years was no longer alive. There was no way any of our plans were going to work out. As a result of my actions, he'd perished. This was a foolish club, and now he was no longer alive to invite me. Not even the opportunity to have sexual relations with him had passed me by before.

As I heard the rush of my blood beating through my ears, black specks began to emerge in my field of view. I was about to pass out; I could feel the emptiness swelling inside me as my fingers and face began to tingle. I couldn't believe what I was experiencing.

Suddenly, Sam was no longer alive! His departure from my life had been devastating for me. Without him, I couldn't bear the thought of living a life. I wasn't able to do so. Merely thinking about it made me feel sick to my stomach.

With my last ounce of effort, I clung to the railing and dragged myself up to my feet. That was the last time I wanted to see him like that. I didn't glance down. While swishing my leg over the railing, I kept my gaze straight ahead. My quiet pleading went something like this: "Please let me die." I prepared to jump by closing my eyes. Suddenly, my ears began to ring. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't think. In relief that I would no longer be subjected to this agony, I released go of the railing and grinned.

Something grabbed my waist just as the air began to move about me and I was about to go into the void.

"Wait a minute, Princess. What are you doing?" This is really unnecessary." Right before I went asleep, I heard a voice saying

/Kurt Weller/

As I stood there, straight like a poker, eyes front, hands down by my sides, as I'd been instructed, sweat was dripping down the back of my neck. Even though I was dressed in full S.W.A.T. gear, the scorching noon heat was pounding down on me, and I was wearing over a dozen pockets on my black army-style pants. I was also wearing my Samet and a black tactical vest, both of which were black. They preferred that we seem well-groomed on such occasions.

"Will they keep us here for an indefinite period of time?" Oh my f**king God, I'm going to die! With his teeth clenched together, Nick, my companion, snarled at me.

It won't be long now; Roman has begun to grow hungry. Consider the way his body is moving in his chair. "I'm sure he'll finish up quickly and then head straight for the buffet," I joked back. When Nick looked across to our commanding officer, he was greeted with a smile. He got to his feet as if on cue, and he smiled. murmured, "We're going to the buffet table," I said. In my presence, Nate burst out laughing, which immediately turned into a cough as Officer Roman lifted one eyebrow in caution.

Graduating students pay attention! " The names of the training squads will be revealed soon. When Officer Roman looked at me and Nick with pride, he stated, "those of you who graduated in the top two of your class will remain behind since you have already been allocated to departments."

Those words made me grin. It was an honor to be assigned to a department right after graduation because Nick and I had graduated in the top two of our class, with me taking first place. It wasn't something that happened very frequently, and you were only offered it if your reputation was well-known in high-ranking positions in the organization. According to Roman, the two of us were a formidable team, and I had been recruited for an unique assignment of 'utmost significance,' which he had notified me of this morning by phone.

Anticipation made my stomach clench up. Initially, I hoped it would be SWAT Front Line, since they were known for always being first on scene and seeing action, but I knew that wouldn't be the case. A minimum of 10 years of field experience was required for admission to the squad. Normally, they only had openings when someone died or sought a transfer, therefore they were the finest of the best. My knowledge of the fact that neither had occurred recently was tempered by my want to believe otherwise.

The boys all filed out of the hall once Officer Roman had finished his lecture, where they had set up a buffet of stale sandwiches and potato chips for them to enjoy. There was no saving on costs. The fact that my whole graduating class was going to a pub to celebrate tonight didn't matter since I had every intention of getting drunk.

Following the instructions, Nick and I waited in the back. Following Officer Roman inside his dingy office, "Weller, Peters, please follow me," he said to the pair. He took a seat behind his desk and beckoned for us to take a seat next to him. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but smile. His voice was pleased as he replied, "Right, Peters, your presence at Division Six has been requested." Then I gave Nick a hearty high-five as I beamed joyfully.

"Whoa, that's a good one. That is exactly what I am referring to!" Nick yelled, leaping out of his chair and punching the air with his fist in the direction of the ceiling.