Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

Eagle King paused mid-shake and said, “Flying Fish has been all over the place lately. She’s totally obsessed with some boy band star named Claude. As a killer, she’s been acting like a fangirl, chasing a star around. Boss, you might want to have a word with her. At this rate, she could lose her spot as the number three assassin.”

A killer in love? Interesting, Yvette let out a laugh at the jealousy in Eagle King’s eyes. Just as she reached for another drink, she found her glass was empty.

Eagle King had seen her empty cup a while back but deliberately chose not to refill it. Yvette might be exceptional at everything, but her drinking was a whole different story–pretty awful, to be honest.

As a top assassin, when Yvette drank too much, she’d grab whoever was sitting next to her and just stare at them in silence. If they wanted to leave, their only option was to hit her hard enough to knock her out. But after a few drinks, Yvette became way stronger-like, next-level strong.

The first time Yvette, Flying Fish, and Eagle King drank together, Eagle King was sent flying with just one punch from Yvette. He ended up hurt and took days to bounce back. But the worst part? The next day, Yvette completely forgot how brutal she’d been while drinking.

That painful memory made Eagle King vow never to let Yvette down more than two drinks. Unless, of course, someone really wanted to get knocked around a bit.

“Another drink!” Yvette said.

Eagle King waved his hands, and less than thirty seconds later, he had packed away all the bartending tools.

Yvette raised an eyebrow, confused. ‘Is he really not going to let me drink?’

“It’s all gone,” Eagle King explained.

Yvette held up two fingers, signaling for him to lean closer. Reluctantly, he lowered his big head. “Do you think I’m blind?” she asked.

Eagle King shook his head, steadying his gaze. “You’re not blind. You just can’t control yourself after drinking.”

eyes with him, her

losing. Fine, he’d let her have this one-he could always be the punching bag later. With a sigh,

the bar started to fill up. After half an hour, the group of guys who had

Who wouldn’t be tempted by a stunning woman like Yvette? So what if she was with the bartender? They weren’t strangers to flirting with

their best-looking friend over to spark a conversation

his own business for a few minutes. Then, he casually turned to Yvette and asked, “Hey, is this

my boss?’ Eagle King was ready to step in. But Yvette shot him a quick glance, signaling him to stay out

the guy He paused to watch the scene

guy thought he had the upper hand. Feeling bold, he leaned in closer and said, “Wanna grab

down, her cheeks flushed. The alcohol seemed to make her even more

pulled a box of candy from her pocket and tossed it to Eagle King, reminding him to take it later, then walked off

wiping it on his sleeve a

King. “Dude, you’re just sitting there while your girl walks off with them? You do know those guys do this all the time, right?

and shrugged. “Nah, it’s cool. She can handle herself. Who knows who’s

silently, These clowns really think they can

he is, grinning with a box of candy? Doesn’t he realize what’s about to happen? Anyway, if he’s not worried, why should I be?’ The bartender shook his head and turned back to his

holding a cigarette between his

woman in the place had their eyes on him. But his cold vibe kept them at a distance. A few oblivious ones tried to make a move, only to be gently shooed away by Andrew Mitchell, the younger guy with the babyface sitting next

scared off three groups of girls. I get that you think they’re all shallow, but have a heart