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,

have this one-he could always be the punching bag later. With a sigh, he

and Eagle King chatted casually with Eagle King as the bar started to fill up. After half an hour, the group of guys who had been scared off

and a belief that fortune favored the bold. Who wouldn’t be tempted by a stunning woman

they sent their best-looking friend

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

he is, hitting on my boss?’ Eagle King was ready to

to watch the scene unfold, thinking with a grin, ‘Boss is drunk? Great! Here’s someone willing

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

seemed

her pocket and tossed it to Eagle King, reminding him to take it later, then

candy box, wiping it on his sleeve a few

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

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

sneered silently, These clowns really think they

about to happen? Anyway, if he’s not worried, why should I

them had striking features, casually holding a cigarette between his fingers. His charming eyes were deep, as if he could

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

bar, not a funeral. You’ve already scared off three groups of girls. I get