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.”

locked eyes with him,

the punching bag later. With a sigh, he got back to mixing three more drinks. He only stopped when Yvette nodded,

to fill up. After half an hour, the group of guys who had been scared off by Eagle King, seeing Yvette

a little extra cash and a belief that fortune favored the bold. Who wouldn’t be tempted by a stunning woman like Yvette? So what if

usually did, they sent their best-looking

the attractive guy walked up, ordered a whiskey, and made a show of minding his own business for a few

hitting on my boss?’ Eagle King was ready to step in. But

moment, Eagle King actually felt a little sorry for the guy He paused to watch the scene unfold, thinking with a grin, ‘Boss is drunk? Great!

hand.

seemed to make her even more

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

King held the candy box, wiping it on his sleeve

walks off

it’s cool. She can handle herself. Who knows who’s

sneered silently, These clowns really think they

away and here 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 work, leaving it

had striking features, casually holding a cigarette between his fingers. His charming

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 to

This is a bar, not a funeral. You’ve already scared off three groups of girls. I get that you think they’re all shallow, but