Welcome to Lucia Gomez's life. A young special CIA agent. She is one of the youngest and best agents who was raised in The Western Department (TWD).
At a young age she got into an accident which was the cause of her mother's death. From the age of f...
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"WHO EVEN LET YOU TAKE THE YACHT. WHY WOULD YOU GUYS HAVE A YACHT PARTY WITHOUT OUR ACKNOWLEDGMENT."
The boys and Hailey are just staring at the floor too scared to meet my gaze.
I take a deep breath to calm myself.
God, this kids will be the death of me.
"You're all grounded, give me your car keys and phone's."
I got a bunch of grumble's and glares from them whilst Nic was watching unimpressed drinking whiskey.
This isn't the first time the six of them decides to have a party in one of our yacht without our permission, and as always the police informed us about it.
Domenico, Damiano and Lucio put their phones and Car keys on my desk storming out grumbling curses under their breath. Those boys are too much alike.
Luciano scoffed and did the same thing with a scowl resting on his face. The rest of the two groaning, walked out like normal people.
I sit down saying "remind me to take their other keys and phones later" massaging my temples trying to cool down the headache forming.
My phone starts ringing all of a sudden making me turn angry.
'Can't people give me a break.'
I picked up the phone after checking the ID seeing that it's an American number probably one of my men who works from there. But why would they call in my phone and not the work ones?
"What do you want" I asked coldly not liking when someone calls at the wrong time.
Do they have a death wish?
I can feel Nic's heated gaze on me turning to him I see him motioning to put it on speaker, but I ignore him rolling my eyes at him making him grumble.
"Hello is this Enzo Moretti?" A female voice came through the receiver. She sounds scared but tried to held a steady tone.
"Yes, who is this?" I groaned annoyed running a hand through my hair.
"This is officer Bianca Heart calling from ****** in NYC, America. Sorry to disturb you sir but we got a girl here who matched you DNA who seems to be your daughter, Lucia Moretti."
"You must have gotten the wrong person my daughter died years ago." I gritted out through clenched jaw already fed up with the call.
I picked up the phone only for the person to bring up me dead daughter whose been dead for twelve years and now telling me that she's alive. What kinda joke is this?
Now I want to get my hands dirty. Why can't people mind their own goddamn business?
"Mr. Moretti we double checked and there is no mistake or anything wrong with our system. If you'd like come and take a look at the girl and decide if you'd take her custody."
